(Many flashbacks in this chapter, hope you're able to understand everything!)

Blake's POV:

I slowly open my eyes. This bed doesn't feel as comfortable as my bed.

I look around. This is not my room.

Why am I at the hospital?

The door opens, revealing my brother Alberto.

When he makes eye contact with me, his eyes widen.

"Blake! You're finally awake. Oh mio Dio non ci posso credere!" He shouts rushing to me. The hell?

("Omg I can't believe it!")

"Alberto. Che cazzo è successo?" I ask confused and a bit worried.

("Alberto. What the fuck happened?")

"You don't remember?" He looks at me like I'm a fucking alien and I'm losing my patience.

"You were shot, Blake. It's been 8 months. You were in a coma for 8 months." He steps away a little, giving me space.

And then it hits me.

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"I never thought you'd take me to a date like this." My sweet angel laughs before grabbing a strawberry and biting it.

"I mean, big-bad-Mafia-Boss Blake Federico Ferreri goes on a romantic date with his future wife. No one would actually believe it." She laughs again. How I love her laugh, mio Dio.

"Future wife? What makes you think you're going to be my future wife?" I ask with a smirk. Even though I already know that she is in fact going to be my wife.

She eats another strawberry and licks her finger before speaking "Well, maybe the fact that you are totally in love with me? Or the fact that I'm perfect? Probably both." She smiles and I do, too. I smile.

She's right, I'm totally in love with her.

Before I know it I feel a sharp pain on my chest, close to my heart.

Her eyes widen as she looks at my white t-shirt. Because it's not white anymore, it's red.

"V-Violet get in the car. Now!" I shout as we both grab our guns and spot the shooter.

"No, you get in the car! You've been shot, get in the car now Blake!" She screams and begins to run after the shooter.

I know I should protect her. I want to. But if I've learnt one thing from this woman, and I have, is that I shouldn't underestimate her.

So I walk to the car, struggling as I can't even seem to breathe.

By the time I get in, I see her running to the driver's seat.

"Are you okay?" I ask as soon as she gets in.

"It's not me you should be worried about, Blake." She says speeding down the street.

"I. I always worry about you piccola." I slowly make out the few words.

"Please stop talking, you're wasting your energies. Stay awake Blake." She commands.

"I love. I love you Violet. I always have. I always will." I can't breathe. It hurts.

She starts to shout at me, but I can't hear her.

God it really hurts.

But I don't care. As long as she's okay.

I've spent my whole life being the bad guy. The villain. But somehow, she managed to change me. I really wanted to be a hero for her.

And then I closed my eyes. I gave up.

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I look under my shirt to see a scar, under my heart.

Violet could've been shot at that day. Or any day.

Now I know what I have to do.

And it's gonna be the biggest mistake of my entire life, but I have to do it.

"Get me out of here."

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Nothing changed while I was, well, sleeping.

Everyone's still the same and my business has been handled by Alberto. He didn't start some Mafia war, I'm actually impressed.

It's been a few days since I left the hospital. The doctors said everything was fine and that me waking up was a miracle.

Now I'm in one of my clubs. The others are coming in a little.

Violet. My sweet angel. She thought she was dreaming when she saw me standing in front of her.

I'm sorry my love.

I'm sitting in the VIP area, with stripper dancing on poles. Men sniffing drugs. Some of them are having a blowjob.

"You don't know anything about me," she grins and gives me the 'you-know-i'm-right' look.

"You're wrong little one. I do know a few things about you." I smirk, knowing she doesn't have any idea I read those letters.

"Yeah? Such as...?" She speaks and gives me her full attention, ready to listen to what I actually know about her.

I gesture with my hand for two strippers to come and sit with me. I can't believe I'm doing this.

"You love the moon. You're in love with it, I may be a little jealous," I start and she laughs. God, please never stop laughing.

I spot my brother and Silvia at the entrance.

"You like when people compliment your brown eyes. And I fell pretty hard for those gorgeous brown eyes." She looks at me like she's in love with me. Well, I hope she is.

I see her, too. She looks just like a fucking angel, as always. But I won't look at her. Because then I won't do what I have to do.

"You think love is the only thing that makes us humans feel, but if it is that way, then it can also destroy us. You are scared of love, yet you want one of those romantic love stories you read about in books." This is the first time I say this type of things, only for her. I wouldn't have done it for anyone else.

The strippers start to dance around me, touching me.

"You want to dance with the love of your life in a Italian club till 4 am. You want someone to look at you the way Klaus looks at Caroline." And I swear, the way I look at her is something special. I hope she feels it, too.

I feel Violet getting closer and closer, I'm about to ruin both of our lives.

"Your mother used to give you strawberries and blueberries when you were sick." From the moment I read that letter, I made sure we always had strawberries in the house.

One of the strippers sits on my lap and starts to kiss my neck. Fucking disgusting. Because it's not Violet.

"And you first thought I was a dick," She laughs again before speaking "I still do" She smiles and blows me a kiss. "Fine. I'll tickle you until you can't breathe then." I say and she starts running away, chuckles leaving her beautiful mouth.

I hear the sound of a glass shattering on the ground, even though the music is loud. I know it was her glass.

And my eyes find hers.

I push the stripper off myself and stand up, looking straight into her eyes. Come on Violet. Hate me. Leave me.

I walk towards her.

I adjust my tie. Wipe my neck. Break her heart.

And if all of this wasn't hard enough, I have to act cold to her and leave the club.

Come on Federico. You were always a cold asshole.

One single tear rolls down her cheek, it makes me want to shoot myself in the brain.

She looks up at me, she wants to shout at me but the only thing that comes out of her mouth is a whisper "Why?"

I don't say anything. I only glance at her, before walking past her and leaving the club.

I know what I did.

I know I lost her.

But she's going to be safer now. Away from me.

And it only hit me now, that I was willing to sacrifice anything for her to be safe. For her heart to beat. For her to breathe.

She's an angel. She was never meant to stay by the Devil.