Ah! Finally, I was waiting for months to write this chapter. the end is so.. entertaining.

Victor's POV:

What I feel right now is indescribable. I am dying. I freak out at the mere thought of losing my brothers or anyone else in the family. I love it when she calls me her elder brother- she hardly does but now she never might. Standing here in the hospital corridor, I can't shake this overwhelming fear. It's like I'm slowly fading away, suffocating under the weight of my worries. My brothers mean everything to me. They're my life. The idea of them not being here terrifies me to my core. but Isabella, my only sister, holds a special place in my heart probably because she spent so many years away from us and suffered so much, she doesn't deserve this none of my siblings do.

my hands I need to.. I need to.. wash these they.. they are covered in blood I can't..I can't think straight. The panic is taking over. I stumble towards the nearest restroom, desperate for some relief. The water, as it flows over my trembling hands, feels soothing. I try to wash away the stains, both on my hands and in my mind. But the guilt and fear remain, "Breathe. just breathe"It was as if someone had grabbed me by the neck and was choking me. I lost all oxygen in an instant, I could feel my body beginning to tremble as I grip the edges of the sink, my knuckles turning white. The reflection in the mirror shows a face filled with worry." breathe, breathe, just breathe. fucking damn it."

"Come on, calm down," I whisper to myself, hoping to find some control. "You've faced tough times before. You can get through this."

The sound of running water fills the small space, providing a soothing backdrop to my racing thoughts. I turn the faucet on, splashing the cold water over my face. The sensation is jarring, but it helps ground me, bringing me back to the present moment. my whole body was fucking shaking

I close my eyes, trying to find a sense of inner peace. But the fear, the worry, they refuse to let go. They whisper incessantly, painting vivid scenes of worst-case scenarios in my mind. it was too much; I didn't know how much longer I could cope

You can't protect them forever, "No matter how hard you try, you can't control everything.I can't let myself drown in these thoughts. I need to be strong. For them.

"I will protect them," I say, my voice stronger now. "I will be there for them, no matter what. I won't let fear control me."I turn off the faucet and unlock the restroom door. As I step back into the hospital corridor, I see my brothers- my younger brothers in tears, some were angry and worst some were just numb. If this is the situation now if she dies..It hurt seeing them like that. They were my responsibility- mine and I failed, completely. Uncle Leander approached me, placing a hand on my shoulder, his voice filled with compassion.

"Victor, we don't have control over what has happened," he said, his voice gentle yet firm. "We must focus on supporting Isabella now. Blaming ourselves won't change the situation."I didn't get to reply as I turned my attention to my youngest brother.

Gio's anxiety had reached its peak, his breathing erratic as panic consumed him. His hands trembled uncontrollably, and he clutched his chest, collapsing to his knees."Gio, breathe. You need to calm down," Leo said, his voice filled with concern. "Isabella needs us to stay strong."Gio's breaths were coming in rapid gasps. Leo and Niccolo were doing their best to soothe him but I couldn't, I just couldn't fucking move.

"I can't lose her," Gio choked out between sobs. "She's everything to me."

"Gio, breathe, brother. You're going to be okay." This can't be happening. oh god.

Niccolo, knelt beside Gio. "Deep breaths, Gio. Inhale slowly, and exhale. We're right here with you," Niccolo whispered, his hand resting gently on Gio's back.

Antonio knelt down, his voice filled with urgency. "Gio, look at me. Focus on my voice, on my eyes. You're safe. We're here for you."

Maximo, his face etched with concern, added, "We need to get him some water. Gio, listen to us. You can get through this." Ok, I need to intervene- I can do this, I have to.

My heart is racing- just like running a marathon as I witness his panic attack unfold. I kneel beside Gio and gently place a hand on his shoulder. The hospital corridor seemed to close in on us and it felt as if Only we both were there.

"Gio, hey, look at me," I said, trying to ground him in the present. His eyes were wide, scanning the surroundings as if searching for an escape from the suffocating reality.

"Gio, take a deep breath with me," I urged, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He looked at me, his panic-stricken eyes searching for reassurance. "Victor, I can't... I can't

"Gio, we're here for each other. Take a deep breath. In... and out."

But his breaths remained shallow and rapid, mirroring the rapid beating of his heart. "I can't lose her, Victor. It's too much."

I understood the weight of his emotions. We were all dealing with the uncertainty of the situation, and for Gio, it was an overwhelming fear of losing someone dear to him.

"Gio, listen to me. Panic won't help Isabella, and it won't help you. Focus on your breath. Inhale slowly, feel the air fill your lungs," I coached.

He tried, he really did "I can't do this, Victor. It's too much."

"Gio, you're stronger than you think. Now, deep breaths. In... and out," I encouraged, my own anxiety hidden beneath an act of calmness.

I could feel Gio's panic attack starting to ebb away. His breaths, once erratic and shallow, began to steady. I held him close, and gradually, the grip on the sleeves of my shirt, which had been tight with anxiety, began to loosen. The tension in his body seemed to melt away and was replaced with tears.

I sit down beside Gio and pull him into a side hug, but my gaze shifts towards the rest of my family. My heart clenches as I observe their reactions, the pain etched on their faces and the tears welling up in their eyes.

As I settle down beside Gio, wrapping my arm around him in a side hug, I can't help but glance at the rest of my family. Damn it, their pain is written all over their faces, and it tears me apart. I feel this ache deep within me, like a punch to the gut. I wish I could take away their suffering, but all I can do is be here for them.

Leo turns away, wiping away his tears, and it breaks my heart. Come on, Leo, don't shut us out. We need each other right now. He has always been my partner in crime, my confidant. I want to tell him that we're in this together, that we'll get through it as a family, but the words get stuck in my throat.

Romeo sits alone, withdrawn and silent. It's like he's carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. I wish I knew how to help him, how to ease his burden. But sometimes, it feels like there's this invisible wall between us, and I don't know how to break through. He was never open about his feelings.

I shut my eyes and take a deep breath before I turn to look at Maximo who was sitting next to Antonio who looked emotionlessly at me- Damn mafia training. I caught him staring at the doors to the surgery room, almost like he was silently asking for Isabella to be okay. Maximo was never one to show his feelings, especially the serious ones. But the way he's looking now tells me everything I need to know – he's scared for Isabella.

This family is full of opposites. Uncle Lorenzo, with little Edward sleeping in his arms, looked Very calm, despite the worry etched on his face. He was feeling guilty just like Uncle Leander. The first thing I learned in training was to read people's emotions and it's like second nature now.

Uncle leander is drowning in guilt, blaming himself for not saving Isabella. He's carrying the weight of that failure on his shoulders, and it's tearing him apart. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shield her and he is blaming himself for it even though it is not his fault.'s haunting him, and in his eyes, I see the torment of a man who feels like he let down not only Isabella but the memory of his departed brother. The burden of that guilt is etched across his face, and it's heartbreaking.

My family was falling apart in front of my eyes and this is my worst nightmare. Isabella's strong. She can get through this. But deep down, I knew that even someone as tough as Isabella has her weaknesses. And that uncertainty is eating at me. It's like watching our whole world crash. Isabella's hurt bad, and the rest of us... we're falling apart. I Can't shake the feeling that this nightmare won't end well. Looking at my brothers – the fear in their eyes, facing the loss of someone we all love. the strong bond we had, is slipping away, and there's nothing I can do to stop it.

Isabella's hanging on a thin line, and I'm stuck in this never-ending moment of seeing my family fall apart. It's like an ache in my chest that won't go away, a constant reminder of how messed up everything is, of how much I failed to protect my siblings.

The atmosphere shifts, and I notice everyone around me standing up abruptly, their eyes fixed on the approaching doctor. My training kicks in, and I find myself observing the doctor's expressions carefully, trying to decipher the unspoken message written on their face. I watch as the doctor's brows furrow slightly, their lips forming a thin line. I can sense it – it's not good news.

My heart sinks, and a knot forms in the pit of my stomach. I brace myself for the impact of their words, steeling my emotions in preparation for what lies ahead. My mind races, searching for a flicker of hope, a glimmer of positivity in their words. But deep down, I know that this is the moment we have all been dreading. The moment when our worst fears become a reality.

I can feel the collective anguish in the room. I don't need to hear the words, but the doctor says them anyway, and each one is a heavy blow.

"I'm sorry. We did everything we could, but your sister didn't make it."

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I get it, I didn't need to have her murdered but well sad endings are waaay better. when I started this book I was sure I didn't want my book to be like other authors didn't want a happy ending not after what she had been through, The most fitting end for her is death.