So many speeding laws get broken as I make my way through the city and to the manor.
Dante doesn’t want me to take him to the hospital, but one of his men has to be a medic right? This can’t be the first time that something like this has happened. He has to have someone that can fix him.
I speed all the way until I reach the gates to the estate, and once I’m there I hop out and start calling the guard, whose name is Alec, that is always on watch.
“Ms. Amato?” The voice.
“Dante is hurt. I need the door open and for someone to meet us at the main house. He’s bleeding heavily and has trouble breathing.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Alec says buzzing open the gate.
Getting back in the driver seat, I don’t wait until the gate is fully open to speed through. As I move through the property, I see men on either side of me racing towards the house and when I get to the driveway they don’t waste any time.
The SUV isn’t even parked when Bruno comes running out of the main house straight to us, opening the back door and pulling Dante out.
“He’s wheezing, I think he has a collapsed lung. He’s also losing a lot of blood.” I yell at anyone that can hear as I get out of the car.
“I got him, Ari.” Bruno tells me before rushing inside the house with his boss on his shoulder.
Soon everyone is running behind Bruno and Dante and leaving me in the driveway.
I did this.
This is happening because I wanted to take down Dante and now, he may very much die.
I may not have been the one to throw the punches, but I was the one that wanted this to happened.
I wanted to take down the devil. I wished for this.
And I have no right to be here.
A sob tries to escape me, but I hold it in as I turn around and head back to the SUV.
“Arianna.” My name is yelled out and I look over my shoulder and see Evelyn standing in the doorway with Angel on her hip and Alessandra at her side. “Where are you going?”
Tears spring into my eyes as I see the three of them and they fall when Angel sees me and holds out his arms to me.
I can’t do this.
I can’t continue hurting them.
I need to leave.
“I’m sorry, but I have to go.” I tell Evelyn and continue to the driver door.
“Arianna!” She yells right before I close the door and speed away.
The further away I drive away from the house, the more I cry. The more I want to look out the rearview mirror.
But I don’t.
The kids, Dante, Evelyn, they deserve more than what I did to them.
They deserve everything and more.
Dante and the kids own my heart completely and the only way to make things right is to take myself out of the equation.
I should have never started this.