Short chapter. Enjoy a lot of heartbreaking scenes and revelations are coming..💔💔

Victor's POV:

I rushed to the third floor of the hospital, my heart pounding in fear. As I entered the room, I saw my brothers— Gio, Enzo, and Armando, each with their hands and shirts stained with blood. Panic surged within me, but I tried to hold it back, as I embraced them tightly, a mixture of relief and worry washing over me. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions as they told me all the events of the evening. how could I be so careless to not take the damn phone?

Gio, clenched my shoulder as he spoke, his voice trembling with anger and frustration. "Victor, they came out of nowhere, and we... we couldn't protect her."

Enzo, usually the calm and composed one, had tears in his eyes as he continued. "They... they shot her, Victor. Isabella got hit."

Armando, the youngest and most sensitive among us, looked up at me with a plea in his eyes. "We tried, Victor. We tried to keep her safe."

I could feel my own anger and fear simmering beneath the surface, but I had to be strong for them.

I squeezed their shoulders, my voice a mix of reassurance and determination. "We'll get through this. Tell me everything about the attackers."

After they finished, I paced the sterile hospital corridor, my jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. The sterile smell of antiseptic seemed to mock me as I grappled with my emotions.

Leo was sitting on one of the uncomfortable chairs, his face a storm of anger and concern. Maximo stood by the window, his fists clenched in barely contained rage Eno was sitting on a nearby bench, his head in his hands and tears slipping from his eyes.

I couldn't shake the fury that coursed through my veins. The audacity of those attackers, and the threat they posed to my family, left a bitter taste in my mouth.

Leo's voice was tense as he broke the silence. "We need to find out who's behind this."

Maximo's fingers flexed, the urge for vengeance evident in his voice. "I want to hunt them down."

Eno's face was a mix of anger and despair. "I can't believe this happened."

My fists clenched, his voice a low growl. "They won't get away with this."

Leo's voice was a soothing presence amidst the turmoil. "Victor, we'll get to the bottom of this. "

Maximo's anger was a simmering undercurrent. "We can't let them think they can attack us and get away with it."

Eno's voice was tinged with desperation. "I just want her to be safe."

"But"

"She lied to us, Victor," he said, his voice edged with frustration. "She knew how to use those guns."

Armando, chimed in, his anger palpable. "And she's not just trained, Victor. She's a damn expert."

my mind was whirring with questions. Isabella hid her true capabilities from us. why? Leo's gaze met mine, and I saw a flicker of understanding in his eyes. We were on the same page, both aware of the complexities of the situation.

gio offered a reassuring smile. "She's still our sister, Victor. We'll protect her, no matter what."

Enzo's eyes brightened with hope as I reassured him. I mussed his hair affectionately, trying to offer some solace. "We're a family, Eno. We'll protect each other, no matter the odds."

Leo's voice was pensive as he delved into the topic of Isabella's fighting skills. "Victor, did you know about her training? She's not just skilled; she's a true expert. they're not just impressive; they're on a whole different level."

Maximo's face held a mixture of awe and concern. "Yeah, it's like she's been doing this her whole life. But why, Victor? Why did she learn this?"

Eno's voice wavered with uncertainty. "It's not something you just pick up for fun. She must have had a reason."I just hope she'll trust us enough to tell us what's really going on.

I couldn't deny that their questions echoed my own concerns. Isabella's sudden unveiling of her combat abilities raised more questions than answers. But amid our speculation, I noticed something troubling.

Leo's keen eyes didn't miss a detail, and he pointed out the obvious. "Victor, look at Gio and Enzo. They're hurt, and they need medical attention."

My gaze shifted to my injured brothers. Gio had a deep gash on his forearm, while Enzo sported a nasty bruise on his cheek. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. I couldn't let my anger and worries blind me to their injuries.

I nodded, my voice firm as I addressed Gio and Enzo. "You're right, Leo. We need to get you both treated."

Enzo's stubborn nature flared, but I held his gaze with a stern look. "We can't help Isabella if we're injured ourselves."

Romeo's concern was evident as he supported Gio. "Let's get you guys patched up first."

As the medical staff continued to tend to Gio and Enzo's injuries, the conversation took a different turn

Leo, his voice hushed, voiced a grim possibility. "If the Russians are involved, it means they know about our true identity and the mafia. We can't keep this from Isabella any longer."

Maximo, his features dark with concern, nodded in agreement. "We've been hiding it from her for so long. Maybe it's time she knows the truth."

Enzo, who had winced through the pain of the antiseptic, added, "But what if telling her puts her in even more danger?" he was right.

Leo's gaze flickered with indecision, "We have to weigh the risks. If she doesn't know who we are, she won't understand the full scope of the threat."

I couldn't deny the logic in Leo's words, but my worry for Isabella only deepened. "We can't rush into this decision. It's not just about protecting our identity; it's about keeping Isabella safe."

After a moment of silence, Maximo spoke with determination. "For now, let's focus on finding out who's behind this. Then we can decide how much to tell Isabella."

Enzo nodded in agreement, his expression still pained but resolute. "We need to keep her out of this mess until we have more answers."

"I'll inform Grandpa and the rest about what happened. We'll need their support in handling this."

As Leo made the call, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease about this attack. Isabella's secrets were only one layer of the complex web we found ourselves entangled in, and the stakes were higher than ever before. My train of thought was interrupted by a young nurse.

"Good evening, gentlemen," the nurse said in a gentle tone. "I understand you're Isabella's family."

"Yes, that's right," I replied, my voice tinged with worry. "How is she?"

The nurse's reassuring words were a relief. "Don't worry too much. Isabella is stable. Her injuries, while serious, are not life-threatening. She's currently resting and regaining her strength."

"Thank goodness," Enzo sighed with relief. "Can we see her?"

The nurse nodded kindly. "Of course. You can stay for a while, but please keep the visit short. She needs her rest."

Maximo expressed our gratitude. "Thank you, nurse. We appreciate your help."

"You're welcome," the nurse replied with a smile. "If you need anything or have any questions, don't hesitate to ask. I'll be right outside."

Walking into the dimly lit hospital room, we saw Isabella lying in the hospital bed, her pale face peaceful in slumber. The machines surrounding her monitored her vital signs, reassuring us that she was indeed stable.

Gio reached out and gently touched her hand, his voice a whisper. "I can't believe we let this happen to her."

Enzo, usually the quiet one, spoke with a tremor in his voice. "We should've been more careful, especially with her."

Maximo, his tough exterior softened by concern, added, "We can't let her face all of this alone."

I placed a hand on Isabella's, the protective instinct within me stronger than ever. "We won't. We'll find out who did this and make sure they pay for it. Isabella won't have to face this alone, no matter what."I couldn't shake the sense of guilt that gnawed at me. The weight of responsibility for her well-being pressed heavily on my shoulders. She was not just my sister; she was my family, my blood, and my duty was to protect her at all costs.

Gio, his eyes fixed on Isabella's pale face, voiced the concern that weighed on all of us. "She's been through so much, Victor. We should've seen this coming."

Enzo, his voice heavy with guilt, chimed in. "And we should've been more open with her about who we are and what we do."

Maximo clenched his fists, frustration evident in his voice. "We've kept too many secrets from her, Victor. Maybe it's time to tell her the truth."

I turned to Maximo, my expression stern. "Not now, Maximo. She's been through enough. We'll find the answers first, then decide what to tell her."

Maximo's gaze fell, and he nodded in reluctant agreement.

Enzo glanced at Isabella, his eyes filled with worry. "She's so strong, Victor. But even she has her limits."

I squeezed Enzo's shoulder, my own worry etched into my features. "I know, Enzo. We'll make sure she's safe, and we'll do it together."

"Gio, Enzo, Maximo," I began, my voice steady but firm, "when Isabella wakes up, I want her to be comfortable, happy, and focused on her recovery. We'll get answers, but not now. Not until she's strong enough." The desire to understand the events that had led to her injuries tugged at us, but I couldn't ignore the fragility of her condition.

Gio, usually the most impatient among us, nodded in agreement. "You're right, Victor. Her well-being comes first."

Enzo, who had been deeply affected by the sight of his injured sister, voiced his support. "We shouldn't overwhelm her when she's just regained consciousness."

Maximo, though still visibly concerned, acknowledged the wisdom in my decision. "Let's wait until Grandpa and the cousins are here. They might have insights, and we can discuss everything together."

I couldn't help but remain immersed in my thoughts. Isabella's secrets, the attack, the looming threat—it all weighed heavily on my mind. I was the eldest, the leader of our family and the Cosa Nostra, and it was my responsibility to protect them all.

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