EDITED: 18 March 2019.

Diavolo.

I punched the man in front of me once, before asking him the same question I have been asking him for the past 15 minutes.

"Where is your boss's headquarters?" I snarled at him and his eyes flashed with fear before it disappeared and he gave me a nasty smirk, clicking his tongue.

"That's all you got, Diavolo? For a mafia boss, you sure got a weak ass punch." He replied and I punched him again but with more force, clearly angry. He groaned in pain and spit blood, making me the one smirking this time.

He was a part of the Russian Mafia, we had found him trying to sneak in our headquarters with a group of several more people. Unfortunately, we could only capture him as the others escaped.

The guy was a tough one I admit but I could break him easily. No one could sit tied up in front of me for too long without uttering their guts out.

I snapped my fingers in the air, indicating my men present in the room to pass me a knife. One of the guards brought me it, and I twirled it around my fingers loving how the fear was clear now in the man's face in front of me. Hah, pussy.

Catching him by surprise, I stabbed the knife in his right thigh. He screamed in agony but I still continued with the torture, only digging the knife deeper.

He screamed again but said breathlessly, "I'll tell you. I'll tell you everything you need to know, just let me go." I smiled an evil smile, before taking the bloody knife out and throwing it across the room.

I leaned in towards the man and grumbled out, "Speak."

And just like that, he muttered everything about the Russians. From where their headquarters was located to their business partners and local clubs they visit. I motioned someone to record it and listened intently.

Once he finished, he sighed heavily still in pain and I nodded to no one in particular.

"Finish him and burn the body, I am off for the night," I said before grabbing a wet towel and cleaning my bloody hands with it, ignoring the protests of the man.

The guards saluted me as I walked out of the dungeons and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. No one dared to make eye contact with me as I stalked out of the secret warehouse and towards my car.

I was driving through the roads when I got a call from Ryder. Wondering what he could possibly want from me, I accepted the call.

"What?" I demanded. I never said I was one to respect.

"B-boss, there-e is bad-d news." He said stuttering and I frowned. He was always so calm and collected but today he sounded nervous, almost scared.

"Spit it out, Ryder," I said, taking a harsh turn.

"The B-Brooklyn you tol-d me to look over-r met an acciden.." He said, his voice disappearing towards the end. But I still heard it.

The car came to a screeching stops as the words processed in my head. Brooklyn? In an accident?

I crushed the phone in my hand before banging my fist on the steering wheel. Is he pulling my leg or something!

"When? How?" I hissed at him.

"Today evening, apparently a drunk driver crashed into her car. But I don't believe so. It looked like someone's attempt to murder her." He said, sounding more firm now.

I could feel my eyes darkening in fury of her getting hurt or worse murdered. She was mine to keep safe and anyone who dared to even think about harming her would be killed by my hands.

"Which hospital?" I asked, as I stepped on the accelerator and drove off to the directions of the hospital she was admitted in. ---

I stalked in the hospital intimidatingly. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, probably wondering what a man like me was doing here past midnight. But one glare from me, and they shrunk back. It was too easy.

I stood in front of the receptionist's desk, who looked like a deer caught in headlights when she saw me. I gave her a glare which made her clear her throat and look down.

"Where is Brooklyn Carson's room?" I asked, having found out Brooklyn's last name just days ago.

She observed me before shaking her head and moving her fingers weirdly fast on the keyboard.

"What relative are you of her, may I ask." She asked absentmindedly still typing and I bluntly said,

"Fiance."

She looked at me, pausing her fingers above the keys just for a moment giving me a look before sighing and resuming.

"Unfortunately, visiting hours are closed right now. Her family has already visited and left. Please come back tomorrow." She said sounding anything but sympathic and I narrowed my eyes down at her.

"Listen, here lady I will not hesitate to get you fired if you do not tell me my fiance's room number right now." I snarled at her, having enough of her act.

She looked at me shaking in fear before nodding and muttering out really fast I almost missed her words, "She is in a coma and currently in ICU room number 2. Floor number 3."

I gave her one last look before stalking towards the elevator. I pressed 3, before leaning back and letting myself drift in my thoughts.

Who could have done this to her? If I go with what Ryder said, why would someone want to kill her? From what I knew, she was an innocent girl with no enemies.

The elevator dinged, and I walked through the silent and empty hallways checking every room number trying to find her's.

Finally, I stumbled across it and wasted no time in going in. Upon entering, I saw her pale body hooked up to different machines and felt myself soften.

I walked to her bed silently and sat down beside her. I said nothing, only stared at her. How she wasn't looking so full of life and how her lips were chapped. I could feel my anger rising towards those who tried to take her away from me.

I took her limp hand in mine and traced my other hand across her cheek which didn't have the natural blush, it always bloomed with.

"What are you doing to me, Brooklyn," I said to no one in particular, just enjoying her company. Even if she couldn't talk, move, or see right now.

"Why do I even care about you, huh? You have made me go soft." I said, for the first time in forever smiling genuinely.

"I will wait for you to wake up from your deep slumber. And while you are at it, I will find the motherfucker who dared try to hurt you because no one touches what's mine." I promised more to myself than her, before laying a light kiss on her forehead and giving her limp hand a squeeze.

I slipped out of the room, all the while in my thoughts.

It was when I reached home did I call the one person who could help me find out exactly who tried to hurt Brooklyn.

"Antonio. I need your help."

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a u t h o r' s n o t e:

early update! woop, y'all lucky.

but take it as an apology for the days i didn't update. hehe.

well, i hope you all enjoyed this chapter and how sweet is Diavolo in the hospital. who knew he had a side like that. i literally swooned while writing it.

maybe Brooklyn won't need to find good in him after all. lol

also, you will find out who Antonio is pretty soon ;)

antonio at the top, isn't he like adorablee?

thanks for reading.

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