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“Please, save Cara!” Lorenzo looked at me, and then at Damiano. I could see he was hesitating to leave.
“Is he okay?” He asked.
“I got him, Lorenzo. Help Cara.” I practically ordered. He gave one small, firm nod before running to the exit with Cara.
“Damiano, wake up.” I whispered, caressing his cheek, hoping for some kind of response. I kept calling his name, touching him, and hoping, praying, he could hear me and come back to me.
I let out a choked-up sob, and a small smile formed on my lips when I saw movements behind his closed eyelids. He let out a breath as he started to say something, but I couldn’t make out what it was.
“What are you saying?” I leaned down, my ear close to his mouth.
“… Beautiful Angel…” He muttered, and my smile got wiped away.
Beautiful Angel?
Who was he talking about? Never once has he ever called me an Angel. I looked at him with a frown, jealousy bubbling in me.
“Who are you calling a beautiful angel? I don’t care if you’re on the verge of dying, you better not dream about another woman! Wake the fuck up!” With that, I slapped him.
Damiano’s eyes snapped open as his head got whipped to the side.
“Fuck, woman!” He suddenly erupted. “How the fuck are you this tiny yet so fucking strong?”
“Who were you calling a beautiful Angel, huh?” I scowled with fury. Damiano let out a lazy grin as he looked at me.
“You’re my beautiful Angel. So fiery, my love.”
I clamped my mouth shut, feeling my jealousy dying as he cupped my chin. It didn’t go unnoticed how his movements were slow, even when he blinked—it was slow.
“I thought you left me...” My voice cracked and my lip started to tremble as I sniffed.
“No, no… I was just… resting my eyes.” He started to close his eyes again, and he was looking paler by the second. I had to get him out of here fast to get help.
The explosives!
“We have to hurry and get out of here. Can you move?” I was afraid to even try to move him in case I worsened his condition.
“It hurts like a bitch.” Damiano grunted and clenched his jaw. This was bad. He was the type of person who could endure a lot of pain, and this meant it was critical.
I helped him to get on his feet, and the sound of approaching footsteps caught my attention and I looked up.
“Thank God it’s you.” I breathed out when I saw it was Giovanni. There was no time to be fighting off Gaetano’s men in here when the whole thing was about to blow up.
“Shit, are you okay?” Giovanni looked at us, assessing our injuries.
“We’re okay. Gio, Michael is still down there. He was shot and needs help.” I told him. Giovanni was also injured, and bleeding from the side of his head, but he was still well enough to be able to help.
“No, you need help.” Giovanni frowned when he saw Damiano’s condition.
“Giovanni, we don’t have time! Go help Michael, now!” I shouted, ordering him to get going, but he still didn’t listen and stepped towards us. “I will pull the rank card if you don’t go.” I gave him one hell of a look and Giovanni gave me one disapproving scowl, but he finally got going.
“That’s my Donna.” Damiano half chuckled as I helped him to his feet.
He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, leaning on me for support, and I had to use my entire strength to keep us both upright.
“Have I ever told you how hot you look when you’re angry?”
“Damiano, this really isn’t the time nor the place to be saying such things.” I was already struggling to keep his weight on me as we made our way to the exit.
