LEO’S POV
“Bambina…” My voice cracked, hoarse, almost unrecognizable to my own ears. I reached for her hand finally, careful, terrified, like she was made of glass. Her fingers were cold, too still. I pressed them against my lips, eyes burning. “I’m here. I’m right here. Don’t you leave me.”
My chest heaved with every breath, fury and helplessness battling in me. Images of her screaming, her body broken under their hands, replayed again and again, and I felt like I was losing my mind.
“I should have protected you. I should have never let you go. This is on me,” I whispered, my forehead pressing against the back of her hand. The tears I had been holding back all day finally broke free, hot and unrelenting. “Please… fight. Please, Isabella. You can’t leave me like this.”
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