The Stolen Mafia Princess

Panic

{Enzo’s POV}

The night was never ending, the shot still ringing loudly as I watched my princess, the one I spent all these years hoping and praying for, fall to the ground. She had been shot in the chest, and she was gasping for air, blood beginning to drip from the corner of her mouth. “No, no, no, please princess, stay with me!” i cried, clutching her to my chest. “Stay with us..” I watched as the color in her body drained, and her eyes went pale, lacking the beautiful gold that would normally swirl in them. “Call an ambulance!” I kept screaming, I saw my sons on top of Alexi, beating him senselessly, Angelo was in front of me, on his knees on the phone with someone.

“The ambulance is on their way dad, they said not to move her, it could cause more internal damage!” He said, as I clutched her to my chest, unmoving, but sobbing hysterically.

“Don’t kill him, not yet!” I seethed to my other sons, they all backed up, and I watched as Marco stood to his feet. He looked down at Alexi, and stomped down on his right leg, then his left, followed by both of his arms. He had broken all of his limbs, so I knew that he wouldn’t be able to get away this time. They dragged him back down to the basement, and soon I heard sirens blaring.

Emt’s rushed into the house, placing down a stretcher. They took Margo from my arms and laid her on it, before saying the words that made my heart stop. “She isn’t breathing, I can’t find a pulse!” One cried to the others as they ran with her on the stretcher out into the ambulance. Angelo lifted me to my feet and walked me out to our car.

“Dad, you and the others meet me at the hospital, I know all of Bambina’s medical history, I’ll take care of her!” He said, sitting me down as my other sons rushed out the front door. He ran and jumped into the ambulance, before it took off towards the hospital.

I looked down at my hands, and my shirt, seeing blood soaking through, covering the entirety of my chest and arms. “No..” I whimpered, my body shaking as pain, and sorrow course through every fiber of my being. “Not my girl.. not my baby!” I covered my eyes, as if that would somehow rid myself of the visions. Her being shot, her body hitting the ground, the sounds she made as blood filled her lungs. It wasn’t real, it couldn’t be, none of this was real. I would wake up soon, in my bed, go down to the kitchen and eat breakfast with my children like we have since our bambina came back to us. I can’t lose her again, this has to be a nightmare, one brought on by stress, by fear of what happened at the ball. Please, please, just let me wake up, let me hold her, let me hear her tell me that she loves me again. My only daughter, my sweet girl, being taken away.. no pulse, not breathing.. she has to be okay, cause if she isn’t.. there will be no stopping the war, the fire, and the blood that will rain down on the Petrov family, and anyone else who gets in my way.

{Angelo’s POV}

They started chest compressions, and cpr on her, while they tried to get the bleeding under control. Hooking her up to the monitors and seeing that flatline in the ambulance was the worst thing I’ve ever gone through. It took five minutes to get to the hospital, and within that five minutes she was resuscitated, and flatlined twice. They couldn’t keep her stable. Once we reached the hospital they ran back to the operating room with her immediately, I talked to the nurse at the triage station and explained what had happened, and her entire medical history. She took the information and went back to talk to the doctors to see if I could get an update.

My brothers, Viktor, and father arrived, then started the longest 24 hours of our entire lives. We sat for hours just waiting to hear something, anything. The nurse would walk past us, talking to other families, occasionally stopping to say that Margo is still in surgery. My father cried more than I had seen him cry when our mother passed. Before long, word spread, Damon and Carter, along with their sisters, and parents showed up. Our grandparents booked a flight, and arrived around 6:00pm. Everyone crowded in the waiting room, talking, crying, praying.. it just didn’t feel real. It couldn’t be, we just got into the swing of things. She had trained so hard to get stronger. She had just figured out so much about herself, got her scars covered, was finally feeling confident in her own skin. Now.. now she’s died three times today, and I’m not sure if she’s going to come back to us.

The first time I saw her.. I knew I’d do anything to protect her. She reminded me so much of our mother, and she has always had the same strength, and same fighting spirit as our mother. I ran my hands through my hair, looking around in the crowded room. My chest began to hurt, and I felt as though I couldn’t breathe. “Hey.. hey, it’s okay man, she’s going to be okay!” Carter said, putting his hand on my shoulder. My body was shaking, and it was then that I realized that I was crying. I wiped my eyes, and nodded, looking back at the floor. It was a panic attack, I still felt the lingering pain, and fear in my gut. I hadn’t had one in years, not since our bambina went missing, that night was hard for all of us. Losing our sister, it’s something that I cannot, and will not accept. She has to be okay, she just has to be.