Entangled With The Mafia Lord

Auden’s POV.

It was a very close escape, a few seconds late and we’d all been blown apart by that powerful explosion happening to our plane at the moment. I clenched and unclenched my left fingers, my whole body groaning in pain due to when the plane spiraled out of control and I got thrown hard against the aeroplane strong walls, the gunshot wound on my left hand took a great hit too.

I pulled a warm Aria more securely into my side and bent a little to inhale the soothing smell of her hair. Since she used my shampoo to shower, her hair reeked of my smell and I wasn’t complaining, I’d have just preferred if her strawberry and vanilla smell still lingered behind a little.

“That was close.” Tristan stated and I couldn’t agree more, that was really, really close. I glanced at his side profile and watched his unmoving posture for a few seconds before tearing my eyes away from him and back to the burning aircraft. Tristan’s lower lip was bursted and his forehead looked a little bit swollen, that must have happened when we all got thrown around in the plane, his hands were shoved deep into his pockets and he gave off such a cold and pissed off vibe.

I dug out my phone and called Lucas to come pick us up with two cars before ending the call. Once I was done, I withdrew my arm from around Aria but instead grabbed on her chin and lifted her face up until she was staring into my face. I couldn’t see her face clearly since it’s currently some minutes after eleven in the night but I could tell that her eyes are currently puffy and red rimmed since she was still sniffing a little. I bent my head and brushed a light kiss into her forehead before dropping another one into her hair and using that opportunity to take a lungful of that scent.

Tristan turned around and headed towards where the group were hoarded in while I remained standing beside Aria’s quiet form. After a few more minutes, I broke the silence by inquiring. “How are you?”

“I think I broke my arm when the plane flipped in the air unexpectedly.” She replied quietly.

“I don’t think it’s broken, but I’ll look at it once we get out of here, yeah?” I reassured her after applying pressure with my thumbs on the part of her right arm which she thought was broken.

“Alright.” She whispered.

I made to go check on my family when she suddenly grabbed my fingers and pulled on it. “What is it, Aria?” I asked after turning back around until I was once again facing her.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

“I’m scared, are you sure we’re not gonna die tonight?” She whispered, her hand still clasping my fingers.

I chuckled quietly, we cannot die now after going through all this stress without having revenge and sorting out all these shit. I thought to myself before shaking Aria’s hold away from my fingers and lifting both my hands up until they were wrapped around Aria’s soft cheeks.

“Nothing is going to happen, yeah? No one’s dying.”

She nodded her head in reply, I glanced at the burning aircraft and stroked my fingers against Aria’s cheeks for a few seconds before heading towards where the rest of the people were.

Nicole was already awake when I got there, but instead of what I expected her reaction to be when she finally gets to see her twin again, I was really surprised when I saw her sitting cross legged a few feet away from Daven while she cried softly into her hands. Her soul wrenching sobs were making her whole body vibrate and her voice to break.

Not knowing how they got to that position, I went to Tristan who was tying something on Daven’s head and crouched beside him. “Why’s Nicole crying? Is she hurt?” I asked immediately before remembering to check how Daven was holding on.

Daven was leaning against a rock, the fire from the explosion was still able to illuminate his face and I didn’t miss how his eyes could barely stay open. Once Tristan was done with his head which I just noticed was a part of his shirt which he had torn to wrap around Daven’s head to stop the wound from bleeding out.

“Daven? Can you hear me?” Tristan asked Daven.

Daven only nodded his head once before throwing his mouth wide open but not a sound came out.

“Buddy, you’ve got to use your words. Talk to me.” I tapped my fingers against his chin when his eyes started to droop again. He doesn’t look alright, he looks like someone in need of medical attention as soon as possible but we were currently stuck here at the moment with Lucas nowhere to be found. Lucas was supposed to have gotten here minutes ago but I just don’t understand what’s taking him so long.

“Boss?” Daven whispered.

“Yeah? Don’t die on us, alright?” I said to Daven who was already used to calling me ‘boss’ no matter the amount of time I’ve reassured him to call me by my name since at this point, he was already family.

‘Old habits die hard, boss’ He’d reply with one of his famous cheeky grins each time I remembered to correct him, and somehow it just stuck.

“I’m not dying, but this shit hurts as hell.” He replied quietly while breathing harshly.

He winced again when Tristan tore another part of his shirt and used it to tie the almost soaked up cloth tied to his head a few minutes ago.

“Why does it keeps getting soaked? I thought the added pressure on the wound was supposed to stop it from bleeding out?” I asked Tristan while watching him tie the newly cut piece of clothing against Daven’s covered head wound.

“I honestly don’t know, I think something really sharp pierced him there when he fell, that’s why the wound keeps bleeding.” Tristan replied just as he knotted the cloth tight.

“Did you check to see if something wasn’t embedded there first?”

“I just used my fingers since there was no other light available and my phone is currently being fried on a open fire and I didn’t feel anything in the wound.” Tristan replied before pushing himself to his feet.

I really hope nothing is currently in his wound, because if there was, the damage it’s going to leave behind might need surgery. I thought to myself as I placed my hand against Daven’s uncovered head to check his temperature. Since his skin was cold as fuck, thanks to the harsh breeze blowing around, I didn’t think too hard about his slightly shivering state since that was way better than him burning up.

I nudged Tristan and pointed at where Nicole was still crouched in. Tristan blew out a harsh breath before leaning a little into me and replying. “Nicolas said she shouldn’t touch him.”

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