The Rossi’s
//Jesus christ what do I do...what do I do...//
You think while tugging on the white dress and buttoning the pearl buttons. You let out a shaky sigh and wince when you jerk your arm too quickly. You glance at the bandages wrapped around your forearm.
You hope no one asks questions and you tug on the lab coat and make your way out of the locker room. Your head is pounding and you feel sweat beading on your temple despite the cold weathers in and out of the hospital.
"Dr.(L/N).",you turn at the sound of your bosses voice. He blinks back at the sight of you. You look jumpy and a bit out of it. His brows pinch together in concern.
"Woah are you okay, doc?",he questions while stepping forward. You nod slowly with a soft laugh,"Yeah no I'm...I..." You grab your arm as your vision begins to blur. Your boss notices you begin to shake and rock on your white kitten heels.
//Crap I haven't eaten since lunch yesterday...//
"I'm fine Doctor Penti-...",you attempt to mumble out yet stop short and fall back. Doctor Pentious notices your eyes roll back and he's quick to catch you. His eyes are wide and he lifts you up bridal style with worry. He wastes no time in hurrying you to a room.
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Your eyes flutter open and for a moment you wonder where you are.
You inhale that familiar hospital scent and hear the soft beeps from the heart monitor. Then you remember what happened.
Sitting up in the hospital bed you look down to see the IV in the back of your hand. Your temperature is down to normal and your head is no longer pounding. You feel better in general.
"Oh! You're awake, how do you feel?",another co-worker pushes aside the curtain and smiles at you softly. His dark black colored eyes look you over and you hold out your hand,"I feel fine, just get these off of me I need to get back to work."
Dr.Shouta scoffs while helping take off the IV and the other wires attached to you,"Nice try. The boss says you can go home early today, do you need a ride?"
For a moment you consider rejecting the offer and staying at work to distract yourself from the hectic events that occurred earlier. But you need to move fast, there's no doubt they know where you live.
//I'll probably rent out a motel for now...//
You nod and bid goodbye to Shouta as he finishes taking out the wires. You wondered throughout the entire time whether or not you should tell Valentino.
You make your way back to the locker rooms not bothering to change, just grabbing your stuff.
//Valentino...should I call him and tell him what happened?...//
Stepping outside you curse as the rain pours down once more. With a soft groan you hold your bag over your head and hurry home. All the while you think of Valentino and ponder over whether or not you should tell him. You think of your final interaction before the break-up.
//TWO YEARS AGO
"This isn't fair, (Y/N)...its not as easy as you think—"
"Bullshit.",you spit out while holding yourself and looking away from Valentino with furrowed brows and tears rolling down your cheeks. You scoff and shake your head while standing up,"I can't believe this..."
You attempt to leave but Valentino stands and grabs your wrist,"Don't leave! I can't just give up this—" You roughly yank your hand away and Valentino flinches when you give him a look of utter hatred.
"You could have!",you shout while holding your hand over your chest, you bottom lip quivers as your hand rests over your stomach. With a shaky inhale you look down,"If you had just stopped...if you had just not provoked them like I told you to. Then she wouldn't have—"
You get choked up and Valentino feels his heart break and shatter. You shake your head furiously and take off your ring. Throwing it at his chest you wipe away your tears,"I love you. But I can't live like this anymore. I already watched the people I love die! And I had my child taken from me...I can't wait around for you to die in some shoot out or stabbing or some other event that is very well possible with your work..."
You grab the umbrella from the hook and pick up your purse with a hard swallow,"I just can't. Goodbye Val."//
Walking into your apartment you shook your head as your jaw tightened.
//It's better not to get him involved...//
Walking into the living room you look down and sigh heavily at the blood that stains the carpet from your hurried stitch job. Pushing your damp hair from your face you shut the door behind you and walk towards the couch. You stop just before you sit down.
// Somethings not right. //
"Well hey there. Aren't you a pretty skirt?"
An italian accented voice speaks out and you look to the hallway and notice a man decked out in an all black suit. He grins at you and cocks his head, his onyx eyes slightly narrowed. He pushed back his ashy black hair and holds a black pistol in his other hand.
You breathe out and your eyes lock on his.
For a moment you're still wondering what to do. You grip your purse and try to go for the pistol but you freeze when a gun is pressed against your temple.
"Seems another broad don't like your compliments, Toni.",your eyes shift at the sound of a feminine italian accented voice.
She matches your height. She has platinum blonde hair that falls down to her waist and is full of volume. Her eyes are a soft shade of pink and she wear an a-line pink dress with white lace detailing.
He snorts and walks towards the two of you, the woman speaks again,"Slowly take off ya purse and drop it." You grit your teeth and slowly pull the strap off of your shoulder.
// I cannot believe this! I helped a man in the street who happened to be fucking Alastor and—and I get this bullshit!
Hell no. I am not some pushover. //
When you pull the bag off you spin and swing it at the platinum blonde. Her accomplice jumps back in surprise and aims his gun,"Molly!"
You grab ahold of her wrist that holds the gun and you twist it behind her back. The barrel presses against her back and she gasps softly, your finger rests over hers on the trigger.
//I cannot believe this is happening again.//
"Drop your gun, kick it over.",you repeat once more with a glare. He looks at you with slightly narrowed eyes then to his sister, she nods slowly with a sharp exhale,"Listen to her, Antonio."
He sighs and runs a hand through his ashy black hair and drops the gun while kicking it over. It slides between Molly's legs and you place your foot over it. With a soft exhale you pull the gun from her hand and shove her forward.
Molly stumbles forward on her pink booties and turns back to you,"Both of you hands up. Tell me why the hell you're here." You slowly bend down while keeping Molly's silver pistol aimed, picking up Antonio's black one you aim them at each sibling.
Antonio snorts with a rolling of his eyes while holding his hands up,"We were sent by Miss Magne. She wanted us to give you a message." He states while blowing the messy black locks from his dark red eyes.
His eyes fall over your figure and beautiful features. He also thinks of how impressively quick you managed to gain the upper hand. Molly looks over you just the same.
"What was the message? A bullet between my eyes?",only Molly seems to find your sarcasm humoring, offering you a soft grin before shaking her head.
"No. She had a proposition for you. She likes you, wants you to work for her and she told us what to do if you refuse to cooperate and come with us.",she states with a knowing smile and you tighten your grip on the weapons.
Realistically speaking you could shoot them both and go on the run. But is a life of fear and looking over your shoulder one you really want to live? You never were hands on in Valentinos work. You were the mafias personal doctor.
You were tired of this. Tired of this life. But...
Maybe it was simply the life meant for you at this point.
With a tightening of your jaw you lower the black pistol and gesture to the phone across the room with the silver pistol.
"Call her. Tell her I want her to come here. And don’t act like you don’t know how to contact her.",Molly slowly nods and heads your orders,”One slip up and I’ll paint your hair red.”
Antonio looks to you with a raised black brow, his deep red eyes staring into yours through his messy black hair. He feels his lips tug into a thin line.
"Seems we both underestimated you.",he states in a bit of a moody tone while following alongside his sister, his hands still raised. Despite his growing dislike for you he feels his palms begin to sweat and heart thump quicker.
You feel just the same for a moment as his lips tug into a grin and head tilts slightly.
You snort and nod,"You're goddamn right.”