Page 66 of Vow to Me

I let Luca’s father and brothers visit him first when we’re finally allowed to see him, wanting to wait so I can see him alone. And finally—after what seems like hours—they all leave, and I walk towards the door of the room Luca is in.

I step through the threshold of the room and suck in a sharp breath at the sight of my husband connected to machines, his body covered by the hospital blanket so I can’t see his bandages.

He appears so weak, so vulnerable.

He looks nothing at all like the strong, usually put-together and pristine man I’m used to.

I slowly make my way towards him, my pulse skyrocketing the closer I get. There were moments when I really thought I would never see him again.

When I thought I’d never see his chest expand as he takes a breath the way it is right now. I thought I’d never hear his voice again, never feel him hold me again.

I thought I’d never hear him murmur that he loves me in my ear at night when he thinks I’m already asleep, never feeling him press those sweet kisses to my forehead or my hair like he always does.

I thought I’d never get to tell him that I forgive him, and that I want a fresh start with him by my side.

I take a seat in the chair placed next to his bed and take his hand in mine, reveling at the feeling of being able to touch him.

“I’m really pissed at you right now,” I whisper, my voice cracking as a tear rolls down my face.

“You scared me Luca, I thought I was going to lose you, I’m not ready to fucking lose you when we’ve only just begun.” I bring his hand to my lips and press a gentle kiss to his knuckle.

“You need to wake up so I can be pissed, it’s no fun being angry when you're unconscious.” I let out a chuckle as I wipe my eyes, I’ve never cried as much in my fucking life as I have today.

“I love you Luca, till death do us part, I vow to you that’ll never change.”

I lean forward, resting my head on our joint hands and inhaling.

Finally,for the first time in over a week, I’m able to breathe his air without pain and sorrow surrounding us. I’d love nothing more than to curl up at his side right now and sleep. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since I shared our bed with him.

But instead, I spent the night staring at my husband, willing him with my mind to wake up.

Enzo comes to check on me in the morning, bringing me a bag full of clothes and a fresh coffee.

“I can stay while you go home and change Iz,” he murmurs, and he wraps his arms around me in a brotherly hug which is a welcome distraction.

“I’m not fucking leaving this hospital without him Enzo.”

He rolls his eyes before muttering, “stubborn as always.”

I shake my head and allow a small smile to grace my lips before I turn my attention back to Luca, he still hasn’t woken up, it’s been fifteen hours, and he still hasn’t fucking woken up.

I may have threatened to decapitate a doctor at one point if they didn’t wake him up, but apparently there’s nothing they can do but wait, so instead I called Salvatore and asked him to find the country’s best doctors to look over his charts.

What good is being a terrifying Mafia Don if you can’t manipulate and coerce people?

Chapter Fourty-Eight

Luca

Ican hear a murmuring voice on the edge of the darkness, a siren’s song begging me to come closer and never let go, it’s the voice of an angel,my angel. My queen.

I don’t know how long I lay in the abyss; I can hear voices around me but I’m unable to make out the words. Is this death? Am I subjected to a hell of being able to hear the voices of those I love, but never understating their words, never seeing their faces—only a dark pit of fucking nothing?

I’d give fucking anything to see Izzy one last time. To see the smile that lights up her whole face. To see that mischievous glint that she gets in her eyes. To hear her laugh. To hold at night as she sleeps on my chest. To feel her lips against mine. To hear her voice in my ear as she whispers she loves me.

I know I’ll never get that though. I traded my life for hers, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat to know she’d be okay, that she’ll live a full life.

That woman was my sole reason for living, for breathing, for existing. It’s only fitting that I’d die before she had the chance to leave.

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