Song~ Light 'Em Up - Fall Out Boy



A week.

It had been a week since Diovanna was attacked and was put in a coma.

She still hasn't woken up.

Elijah says her body needs time. The swelling in her brain had completely gone down and so that was fine. The stab wound was healing nicely and she got her stitches out today.

But she had to wake up on her own. It was up to her when she would wake up. Elijah said she could wake up today, tomorrow, in a year.

I could only hope she would wake soon.

So here I sit, on the couch in her hospital room. Luca is sleeping next to me, his head in my lap as his legs hang off the side of the couch.

His eyes were puffy as he had a breakdown last night. I comforted him till he fell asleep, just like he had done for me the night before as we looked at Diovanna, unmoving on the bed.

This should not have happened. If we had been more careful, if they had more guards, if- there are so many if's, but none of them matter anymore as Diovanna lays on that bed.

She has to be okay, right? She wouldn't leave me, not after we lost Rylee. She wouldn't leave me.

I have to hold onto that thought, it's what keeps me going.

The door opened and in walked Dino's Grandma and Grandpa. They were always checking in this past week. Her Grandfather hasn't came once, good.

Her cousins, aunts, and uncles were all staying here, sleeping in guest rooms or the game room, even the movie room. They all wanted to be close incase something changed.

"Any change?" Her grandma asked softly, seeing I'm the only one awake. I shook my head.

Her grandpa sighed, "she will be okay, she is a strong girl." He comforted his wife, the same way I had been comforting Luca.

"Anything on who attacked her?" I had to play along and act like I knew nothing. No way was I going to out Diovanna about being Dove.

That was her secret to tell.

Nikolaos, Atlas, and Cas had been trying to track him down. Cas was able to access the house footage, but once he left he was gone like a ghost.

Nikolaos ended up going on a killing spree, so that happened. He says he doesn't care, but we can all tell they like each other. If not as lovers then as friends.

But we all know it's the first option.

But as for now, we are all hoping for Diovanna to open her eyes.

Just to open her eyelids so we can see those beautiful Heterochromia eyes.

Diovanna's Grandma suddenly wiped her tears and turned back to me. "We will go update the others, if something changes let us know." She says sternly. I nod and she smiles before leaving.

Now I know where Dio gets her scariness from.

Please wake up.

I need you.



Memories.

Happy memories, sad memories, angry memories, they are all memories. And mine have been replaying in my mind nonstop for however long I've been asleep.

I try to stop the memories, the flashbacks, the nightmares. But it doesn't fucking work. My damn eyes won't just open.

I had seen flashbacks of me and my brothers playing in the backyard. Giavanna and I dressing up as princesses and making our brothers the slaves.

What did I ever do to her for her to want to send me away?

I tried to rack my brain around it, searching through the never ending memories playing in front of me, but all I came up with was nothing.

Not a thing.

But in between all the good memories, were the bad memories. The ones where my father would drag me up to my room, and hit me.

The ones where I was hopeless and weak.

A little girl.

A child.

~Flashback~ "Diovanna!" My father's voice booms from the front entrance of the house.

My five year old body shook with fear in my seat on the couch. I knew what was coming, he was going to beat me. He was going to hit me, over and over.

And I was too weak to fight, to try and stop him.

Besides, I deserve it, I killed my mother. It's my fault she is dead.

I'm just a disappointment.

A burden.

A mistake.

A failure.

I could never do anything right, so i deserved the beatings, right?

My father harshly grabbed my arm and started dragging me up the stairs. "No father! I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me!" I shouted, praying he would just let me go.

But he didn't. My bottom lip quivered as my father threw me onto the floor of my room and locking the door.

He took off his belt, "you deserve this, you're a mistake. No one loves you, you are unloveable!" He shouts whipping me with the belt.

I whimper and cry in pain.

My own father, is beating me right now. But I deserve it, it's my fault. It always is.

~End of Flashback~

My heart rate picks up, just like every time after a memory like this.

Just make its stop!

Why can't I open my fucking eyes?!

I stop watching the memories and focus on getting my eyes to open.

Come on, come on. I can do this. For Lucian. For Casandra. For my family. For Nikolaos. For Atlas. For Rylee.

Just open your eyes Diovanna.

Inhale. Exhale. Breathe.

My eyelid opens about a half an inch before closing again. Progress.

Come on.

I open my eye lids all the way just to immediately close them when the bright light hits my eyes.

A groan escaped my lips as a throbbing headache has formed in my head.

I'm going to kill Igor.

"Diovanna! Oh my gosh! Luca! Let's go get the doctor!" Someone shouts before heavy footsteps are heard and the door slams shut.

I feel like shit.

I open my eyes a little more slowly this time, squinting my eyes to adjust to the light.

I sit up, suppressing a scream that threatens to spill out of my throat at the pain that erupts in my stomach.

The door swings open and a frantic Elijah walks in. "Diovanna! What the hell are you doing? You need to lay down!" WOW momma bear cursed, it must be serious.

I shake my head and lean against the wall.

This hospital room is pretty nice. My bed is placed against the wall in a corner by a window. A nightstand and all my IV's things are next to me. A bathroom further away. A couch with a table in front of it placed a little ways away from the bed.

Fancy.

"Diovanna, can you hear me?" Elijah asks trying to make me lay down. I nod and slap away his hand trying to get me to lay down.

"Okay, okay! I just think you should lay down." Elijah exclaims muttering something under his breath like 'always so violent'.

Elijah begins to check over my stomach and flash a stupid ass light in my eyes before checking my vitals.

But I need to get out of here. My body begins to fill with rage. How could I have been so stupid? I should have killed Igor when I had the damn chance.

I let my guard down, and I'm getting sloppy.

Next time, I won't let him escape. No. He will pay. Igor and the Russians better be ready.

Because I'm coming to destroy them.

~/~/~

It was now nighttime and Lucian, and Luca were asleep on the couch. Amara was sleeping in the chair beside my bed. Matteo was sprawled out like a starfish on the floor.

The older kids along with my uncles were doing God knows what in Seb's office.

Grandma and grandpa were helping aunt Olivia with Ruth and Luna while the aunts and older girl cousins were sleeping in guest rooms.

They won't let me out of this damn bed, but I have something to do. And I know someone who will help me.

I quietly scooted out the bed, suppressing a groan as to not wake up the people in my room.

I turned off the heart monitor before ripping the wires off my chest. I take out my IV and all the other stupid ass wires on me.

I grabbed my phone that Lucian had brought me off the nightstand before taking a piece of paper from my chart hanging on my IV thing and the pen and leaving a note.

'I was not kidnapped, I'm safe and with a friend. I have something to take care of.' I wrote. At the bottom I put. 'Ps: no I was not forced to write this, I'm fine.' Since they would probably think my kidnapper forced me to right it.

Mafia people, I'm telling you.

I placed the note on my bed and walked quietly to the door before slipping out into the hallway.

I made it to the stairwell with minimum pain. It's not like pain is new. I headed down the stairwell typing a message on my phone.

Diovanna: Can you come get me? I need your help with something...

I texted him. He might not even want to help but, I think he will. He helped me before.

Nikolaos: Ofc, where are you rn όμορφο κορίτσι? He responds immediately. A smile forms on my face as butterflies erupt in my stomach from the nickname.

I give him my address and he says he will meet me down the street in ten.

Since the hospital was in my house, I sneak up to my room and change. I picked out some Nike pros to go under my black cargo pants. I paired it with a black crop top and a leather jacket I stole from Ares.



(Just pretend it looks like the description okay)

When I'm all set and have some money stuffed in my pockets, I grab my AirPods and my phone before putting those in my pockets too.

When I finish grabbing everything I need, I turn off my room lights before going to my balcony. Sebastian upped security so it's going to be way harder to sneak out. Especially with the pain in my stomach.

Ignoring the pain, I wait for the guard to turn his back when I slide down the pipe near my balcony and jump the fence in a swift motion.

Without so much as a sound.

Damn I'm good.

I walked away from the back of the house and up the street where I waited for about 3 minutes before Nikolaos's car pulled up.

He hopped out immediately and rushed over to where I was sitting. "Are you okay?! I'm mean not that I care cause your annoying as fuck but you were in a coma, and we can't find Igor, so-" I put my hand over his mouth to shut his annoying ass up.

Man, he is so infuriating.

"Right, sorry. Are you okay though?" He asks helping me stand up, his voice softer this time.

I nod.

"Okay, that's good. Let's go." He says opening the passenger door and helping me into his black Mercedes.

When he closes my door, he rounds the car and gets in on the drivers side. He looks over to make sure I have my seatbelt on before nodding to himself and starting to drive.

We drive in silence before Nikolaos breaks it. "So, you need my help. What do you need?" He questions.

A smirk grows on my face at the thought of my plan. It's too dark for him to see what I'm signing so I text him.

'A plane, gasoline, and a match.' Was all I typed before turning off my phone and resting my head on the window.

"What the hell do you need gasoline and a match for- you know what, never mind. I'll get it for you."he pauses, and I know there is a catch. "But I'm coming with you." He finishes.

This makes my eyes widen and my head snap towards him. I shake my head no immediately.

"Yes, it's my plane. So where are we headed?" He asks. I inhale a sharp breath before answering.

"Russia" I whisper out.

....

"What?!" He shouts.

Here we go.

~/~/~

Well, here I sit, on a private jet with Nikolaos sitting across from me. He is glaring at me, it's not like I told him to come with me to Russia.

Fucking idiot.

I told him not to come and he said he wouldn't let me go alone. This dumb mother fucker is gonna get us both killed.

"Can you at least tell me why you need the gasoline and the matches? I don't care, I'm just curious." Nik grumbles out, still glaring at me.

'If you don't stop glaring at me, I will rip your eyes from your face and make you eat them.' I told him with a sweet, sweet, smile on my face.

He straightened in his seat and cleared his throat. He obviously knows he wouldn't be the first person I had done that too. I love when people fear me.

"Yeah, yeah, okay I get it. But seriously, why are we in Russia?" He questions getting serious.

'I'm here, to blow up five of the Russians warehouses. They want to come after me, I'll retaliate.' Replied honestly.

"We are here, to blow up some warehouses?" He questions, emphasizing the we part of it.

I sigh and role my eyes. 'You are not coming with, do you forget you are the Greek don? If you are spotted they will shoot, no hesitation. You will be dead' I tell him seriously, he needs to understand.

"And what makes you so sure they won't shoot you if you are spotted?" He says smugly.

I frown a little. 'I'm never spotted, second, I have something they want. Besides, Aleksei Mikhail won't be too happy if his men kill me.' I state, rubbing my temples to ease the forming headache.

Nik's face morphs into confusion. "The Russians heir? Why would he care?" He asks, confusion clear in his tone.

I close my eyes and shutter at the memory's of meeting him at that school. 'I had met him at that school, he never really... left me alone after that.' I answer vaguely, very vaguely.

He must have sensed my discomfort because he changed the topic for me. "Well I'm coming with you." He says pulling a black bandanna out his pants pocket and tying it around his face.

Stubborn bitch.

The pilots voice rings out saying we are landing. I pull my leather jacket back on and rest my head back on the seat.

It's now or never.

~/~/~

Here I am, standing outside one of the Russian warehouses that I planned to blow up. Nikolaos's men are at three of the other warehouses. Nikolaos is at the fourth warehouse and I'm at the fifth.

Each one of us had slit the throats of all the guards who were surrounding the warehouse. Then we had poured gasoline all around the warehouses.

Like I mean DROWNED that shit in gasoline.

We put chains on all the exits so no one could get out even if they tried, they would burn alive.

We placed bombs that were all set to go off at exactly 1:00 AM in Russian time. It was currently 12:57 AM and I stood a couple feet away from the warehouse.

When the clock hit exactly 12:59, I dropped the match on the gasoline trail and backed away. I began to walk away back to my back when I hear the explosion of the warehouse behind me.

A smirk grows on my face as I put my sunglasses down and hop on the motorcycle I definitely did not steal and drive away from the warehouse.

I drove back to the air strip and patiently waited for Nikolaos and some and the three of his men.

~/~/~

Nikolaos and I are now sitting across from each other on the plane.

He is looking at me like I am crazy, while I have a huge smile on my face. Take that you fucking Russians, and Lucia! Go fuck yourself.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Nikolaos finally voices out.

'What do you mean?' I ask, a wide smile still adoring my face.

"You're smiling like a child on Christmas, why?" He asks calmly.

'Because we just blew up five Russian warehouses! Man I need a drink!' I tell him, still happy.

Then he pulls out a bottle of whisky. Where the hell did that come from?

"Want some?" He asks, a shit eating grin on his face.

'You shouldn't be giving drinks to a minor.' I tell him, a slight laugh escaping my lips.

"όμορφο κορίτσι, you just blew up five warehouses with my help, I don't think alcohol is a big deal." He says with a deep chuckle that makes my stomach do a flip for some odd fucking reason.

'Whatever, give me the bottle.' I tell him.

And he does just that.

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A/N: sorry this took so long, I'm trying I promise!

Hope yall like this chapter.

See you next time.

Also, I don't know if I will be able to keep posting once every day, so I may resort to posting 1-2 chapters every Monday and Friday but I'm not sure.

By hoes<3