"I'll take him" Adrian said, coming out from the crowd.

"Let me go, you asshole!" Marco screamed as Adrian pulled him away.

I stood next to Dante, with tears running down my cheeks. Everyone stood in silence as they watched us.

"You...you promised me you wouldn't get hurt" I stuttered.

"Ella, i-if something happens to me, just know that I've never l-loved anyone as much as I l-loved you" he stuttered, slowly closing his eyes.

"No, no, you're going to be fine, you made me a promise and you're going to keep it, toi idiot" I shouted. (you idiot <3)

"Paramedics, move out of the way, we got him" a man said, as he pushed me away from Dante.

They took Dante away on a stretcher and they left to the hospital.

"Hey, he's going to be okay" my dad said.

"He p-promised" I stuttered as tears filled my eyes again.

"Shh, he's strong, he'll make it" Antonio reassured me.

"I-I... He has to live, he's the only reason I'm alive right now" I stuttered.

"Come on, let's go to the hospital" my dad said, as he helped me to his car.

~~~

We have been waiting at the hospital for two hours now, all the guests left, and it was only Antonio, Camilla, Alessandro, Dante's mum, my dad, Adrian, and I at the hospital. Camilla and Alessandro fell asleep in each other's arms on a couch, my father and Antonio were talking, Dante's mum was pacing back and forth, and I was just sitting silently with my face buried in my hands as I cried, my dress was covered in blood from Dante's wound. I just want him to be okay, that's all, I want us to go home and joke about all of this.

Suddenly a doctor comes out and was talking to Antonio and my dad. I ran up to them, with my dress in my hands, so I don't fall.

"Is he okay?" I asked, drying my cold tears.

"I have good news and bad news," the doctor said, with a frown on his face, gripping the tablet he had in his hands. "Good news, the surgery was a success and he's recovering now, bad news, he's in a coma..."

"C-coma?" I stuttered.

"I'm sorry" the doctor said.

"For how long?" Antonio asked.

"Weeks, months, years, we don't know" the doctor replied.

"Don't know!? This is your fucking job!" Antonio yelled, making the doctor flinch.

"Antonio, calm down, he'll be fine" my dad said.

"N-no..." I stuttered, as tears welled up in my eyes again.

"I'm sorry, Mrs Romano" the doctor said.

"Can I see him?" I asked.

"Mhm, come with me" the doctor said, as he led me to his room.

I walked into his room alone and I saw him laying on the hospital bed with an oxygen mask and iv fluids in his body, he looked fragile for once. I couldn't bear seeing him like this, I felt like this was all my fault, if only I helped him, or did something to prevent this from happening. I slowly and silently made it over to his body, with tears in my eyes and blood all over me. I stood there silent for what felt like hours, but it was only a few minutes, I held his hand in my tiny hand, trying to fight off a panic attack from occurring.

"P-please wake up..." I stuttered, as a tear rolled down my cheek.

"Hey" someone said, walking in.

"Oh hey, what do you want?" I asked her.

"I just wanted to see how my son was doing" she replied.

"Why?" I asked, as I turned to look at her.

"I just wanted to know if he was okay, that's all" she replied.

"That's not what I meant. Why did you leave him when he was young?" I asked.

"Do we really need to talk about this now?" Dante's mother asked.

"Yes, I want to know why you left your two children with a monster" I said.

"I had no choice, and you would have done the same if it was you!" she snapped.

"What? No I wouldn't, I would've taken my kids with me!" I raised my voice.

"I would've ended up a single mother with two children and no home, at least with their father they had a roof over their heads and food at the table, if I took them with me, I would've never been able to provide that for them" she said.

"You're just as horrible as their father!" I shouted.

"Fine, don't try and understand that what I did was for them, keep blaming me, but trust me if that was you, you would've done the exact same thing!" she shouted before leaving the room.

She slammed the door, and I was left alone with Dante again. I glanced over at Dante one last time before leaving his room. I walked out to see that only Antonio and Adrian were still there.

"Hey, where are the others?" I asked the two men.

"They left; everyone was tired" Adrian replied.

"How are you, Ella?" Antonio asked me.

"I don't know how I feel, today was supposed to be my happiest day ever and a day I would never forget, and it turned into a nightmare, a day of sorrow and bloodshed" I replied.

"I'm so sorry Ella, no one should have to go through that on their wedding day and I will see to it that Marco pays for what he did" Adrian said, with a reassuring smile.

"Thank you, Adrian" I said.

"Come on, let's get you home. You probably want to change out of that bloody dress" Antonio said.

I simply nodded and followed the two men outside to Antonio's car and got in. We drove back to Dante's mansion in silence, no one spoke a single word. Which to me made everything a whole lot better, I didn't feel like talking to anyone. We pulled up to the mansion and we got out of the car. We walked in and I said nothing and headed straight to Dante's room.

I walked in and closed the door behind me. The room felt so empty without him there, like a piece of it was missing. I made my way to the bathroom and closed the door and walked over to the mirror. I stood in front of it for a few minutes, trying to take in all that's happened in the past twenty-four hours. Tears started rolling down my cheeks again as I started getting flashbacks of moments that happened at the wedding; Marco walking in, the fight between Marco and Dante, Marco stabbing Dante, my cries for help, Antonio stabbing Marco, the crowd falling silent as everyone stared at me over Dante's body, the ambulance coming to get Dante, the tragic news about Dante. I-I... I don't even know what to do. What if I lose Dante? What if I never see him again? Or kiss him? Or hug him? Or tell him how much I love him and appreciate everything he did for me? What if I never get the chance to do all those things because he was too careless to see Marco's knife. Why? Why me? What did I ever to do to deserve this? Is it so hard for me to just have nothing bad happen for once? Maybe I'm just bestowed with bad luck...

I quickly threw away those thoughts and got out of my bloody wedding dress and into the shower. I turned on the warm water and closed my eyes, trying to forget everything that's happened today. But every time I close my eyes all I see is Dante's body on the floor covered in blood. Who knew that love came with pain and sorrow as well... I got out of the shower and put on one of Dante's oversized shirts and walked to the bed and laid down. I closed my eyes in hopes that I would get some sleep, but I knew that I wasn't going to sleep at all tonight.

~~~

"Ella, wake up" someone shook me awake.

"What makes you think I was sleeping to begin with?" I turned around to see Alessandro over me.

"You didn't sleep either?" he asked as he sat at the edge of the bed.

"I wish" I said, as I sat upright looking at him.

"I still can't believe Dante was so careless, he never was. He always was so serious when it came to fighting, especially with Marco" Alessandro said, with his head still low.

"I know, I just can't believe he's in the hospital and that it all happened on our wedding day. I wanted our wedding day to be the happiest memory ever, but it turned into the worst memory ever" I said.

"Yeah, well I'll leave you to get dressed, I need to go and see who's going to take over the mafia while Dante wakes his ass up again" Alessandro said, as he stood to his feet.

"What do you mean? You're his second in command, which means you take over" I said.

"Yeah, but because you're his wife, there could be a chance you can take over as he's in recovery"

"Me? No, you have to take over! I know nothing about the mafia!" I said.

"Yeah, well, rules are rules and as his wife you have every right to take over"

"Well, then as Dante's wife, I say you take over" I said.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Mhm" I nodded.

"As you wish then" he said, as he walked out.

~~~

Dante POV:

What the hell is going on? Where am I? And why can't I open my eyes? I feel like I'm trapped in my own body...

Suddenly I heard people talk around me.

"How much longer till he wakes up?"

"We're not sure, we already told you"

"He needs to wake up, people need him. His wife needs him, his sister needs him, his best friend needs him, I need him..."

Is that my father? Or am I going insane now? It sounds like he's talking to a doctor, but what are they talking about? Wake up? I am trying to wake up and open my damn eyes, but I can't.

"I understand sir, but there's isn't anything else we can do other than wait for him to wake up from his coma"

COMA!? I'm in a fucking coma? Great, just great. And on my fucking wedding day too! Marco, I'm going to fucking ball your eyes out and chop your balls off! I swear, I'm going to hunt you down like a wolf hunts down its prey when I fucking wake up! Ella-! I made a promise to her that I wouldn't get hurt and I broke it. I hope she's okay... What if she hurts herself again? Because of me? No, no, Dante you need to wake up, NOW! Open your goddamn eyes and walk out of here like the man you are. Come on, please I need to make sure my princess is okay. Please, wake up...

~~~

Ella POV:

"You called me?" I asked as I walked into Antonio's office.

"Yes, we need to talk" Antonio said. He wasn't alone, around him were Alessandro and a few of Dante's men.

"About what?" I asked, walking closer to the table.

"About the mafia" he replied.

"You're joking, right?" I asked, trying to laugh it off.

"No, why would I be joking?" Antonio asked, taking a sip from his drink.

"Dante's in a fucking hospital, in a goddamn coma and all you can think about is the bloody mafia!? Dante was right, you never cared about him nor Camilla. They're your kids and right now Dante needs you in his worst times and you need to be the father you never were and be there for him. I don't know what a father's like neither a mother, I lost my mum and my dad never cared about me, so I don't know what it's like to have loving parents, but you can change, you can be the father that Dante deserves and be there for him... He needs you, he needs his father" I shouted.

"Ella, I know that my son is in a coma but there's nothing I can do other than wait for him to wake up, and I need to choose a new leader or else our name will be forgotten, and we won't be the most powerful and feared mafia anymore, so I need a new leader to run the mafia whilst Dante recovers" Antonio replied as everyone sat in silence.

"Whatever but I already told Alessandro that I want him to take over" I said, trying to calm down.

"There's just one slight problem" Alessandro finally spoke.

"And what is that?" I asked.

"Antonio wants you to take over" Alessandro replied.

"But I can't, I know nothing about the mafia, Alessandro does, therefore he's better as the new leader" I said.

"Exactly. That's why I want you take over, as Dante's wife, the wife of the most powerful and feared mafia leader, you need to know how to take over the mafia and how to handle things in the mafia. So you can see this as an opportunity" Antonio said.

"But-... Fine!" I snapped.

"Good, first things first, you need to know how to fight. And not only because you're taking over the mafia but because you need to know how to defend yourself against our greatest enemies , so Alessandro will train you, starting today" Antonio said.

"Good, let's go then" I said, excitedly.

I always wanted to know how to fight, how to defend myself. Maybe Antonio's right, maybe I can see this as an opportunity. Alessandro stood up from his seat and we walked out in silence and made our way to the training room. Alessandro pushed the large doors open and to my surprise no one was there, it was just us. Alessandro walked into the fighting ring that was in the middle of the huge room and I followed right after him.

"So, do you know anything about fighting?" he asked.

I have never seen Alessandro this serious before, he's always joking or talking sarcastically. Is this the real Alessandro? The killer? The man who's part of the mafia?

"No, this is my first time fighting" I quickly replied.

"Okay, punch me" he said.

"W-what?" I asked in disbelief.

"Punch me"

"O-okay" I said, swinging my right fist making his face swing to the left.

"Are you scared I'll get hurt?" he asked.

"What? No, I hit you as hard as I could" I said.

"Okay, well your punch needs some work, that's for sure," he said. "If you want to punch someone don't fist your fist immediately, you'll lose power and speed in your punch, so fist it exactly before you're about to hit the face. Now try again"

"Okay, let me try," I said, doing exactly what he said. His face spun to the left, and he quickly clenched his jaw again and looked back at me. "So?"

"That was already better" he said.

* * * *

It's been ten months and Dante was still in a coma, I visit him everyday at night after training with Alessandro. I have officially taken over the mafia, I've been doing great, I thought I was going to be horrible but I'm not that bad.

"Ready to go, boss?" a man asked me.

"Mhm, I just need to grab my phone" I said.

"I'll wait for you outside" he said, leaving my room.

I had a mission to get to, someone decided to steal our stocks, and I'm going to go and teach him a lesson, in other words torture him for information. I never thought this would be my life, killing, torturing, signing contracts, and running a whole mafia in general at twenty-one years old, but hey I'm not complaining.

I grabbed my phone from my nightstand and made my way downstairs to the car. The man opened the car door and I walked in. In about ten minutes we made it to the warehouse, and I stepped out and walked to the entrance. I scanned my hand and the large doors opened. I walked in; the silence was so loud that the only thing you could hear were my heels on the floor. I walked into an old looking room to see a man tied with his arms behind his back and his legs tied to the chair's legs.

"Who the hell are you?" he yelled.

"My name is Ella" I said, with a smirk growing across my face.

"And?"

"And I want to know why you tried to steal from me" I said, grabbing a small knife from the table with all type of weapons on it.

"I want to talk to the real boss, Dante Romano, where is he?" he asked.

"I'm the boss!" I shouted, sliding the knife across his face as blood seeped through immediately.

"No you're not, Dante is!" he screamed in pain as my knife slid across his cheek.

"Well Dante can't run the mafia right now so I'm the boss and his wife!" I snapped, pressing the knife to his neck.

"W-what? His w-wife?" he asked.

"Yes, now are you going to tell me why you stole form me, connard!?" I yelled. (asshole)

"Fine, fine, the mafia I'm from is low on money and we wanted to steal from you so we can sell the drugs and gain some money" he quickly replied, with fast and heavy breaths.

"See was that so hard?" I asked. "Now, which mafia are you from?"

"The Spanish mafia"

"Oh that was so helpful! Which one? There's probably hundreds of Spanish mafias" I yelled, pushing the knife deeper into his neck and blood quickly started running down his neck.

"The red devils," he replied. "Now let me go, I gave you all the information I know"

"Let me think about it," I said, backing away slightly. I took a step forward again and quickly slit his throat. "No."

I placed the knife back on the table and cleaned my hands from the blood. I walked out of the room to see a bodyguard walk into the room I was just in.

"Get rid of the body, please" I said sharply, as I walked out to the car to see the same man still waiting for me beside the car.

I got into the car and got out my phone to answer some emails as the man drove me back to the mansion. He stepped out and opened my car door. I nodded my head as a thank you and walked back inside. I made my way to Dante's office which is now my office and sat on the chair. I got out a pen and started looking through some papers when someone walked in.

"Can we talk?" Alessandro asked, stepping in.

"Mhm, about what?" I asked, signing my name on a paper.

"About Dante, the hospital just called" he said, dropping his head and taking a seat across from me.

"Is he finally awake!?" I shot up excitedly looking at Alessandro, but he didn't look happy, he looked sad and broken, with red, puffy eyes like he was just crying.

"No, they called us to tell us that we have to pull the plug, we have to let him go, El..." he said, as a tear rolled down his cheek.

"No, no, t-that c-can't happen" I stuttered, as I dropped the pen from my hand.