His Mafia Bride

ALINA

The torrential events that had happened in these past couple of days hit me like lightening bolts.

From actually spending quality time with Dante and him growing to enjoy my presence, I stumbled upon a murder plan on his life and then when he didn’t believe me, I actually took the liberty of sculling down the drink myself.

What the fuck was I thinking?

I would have been dead by now if not for the swift actions of Dante.

I actually risked my life to save Dante’s. I almost died for a man who wouldn’t even think twice before pulling the trigger on me in the past.

What actually ran through my mind that fateful night?

The realisation of my actions stumbled upon my thoughts and I still could not believe I actually did that for Dante.

What has Dante gotten into my head that I didn’t think about my own life before taking such a risky move.

But it seems my risky attempt to save him had yielded good result. Dante himself told me he didn’t want to see me dead. He thought he did but now he knew he didn’t.

Atleast, now I know I can live in peace and no longer in fear of my life ending in Dante’s hands. He owes me his life, he said it himself.

Whenever the thought crossed my mind, I always felt good about myself. It was like a cloud of silver lining above my ugly fate as Dante’s wife.

This hospital ward had more or less become my temporary abode. Truthfully, it was a very scary experience. I had never been so scared like that in my life. I was so scared of Diego succeeding with his plans.

It seems like I also didn’t want Dante to die myself.

I was scared of loosing my husband and I didn’t know why.

My stay in this hospital is gradually climbing to two weeks and Dante’s attitude throughout these past couple of days has been shockingly caring.

He stayed with me all through the night of the incident and through my unconscious state, holding on to my hand.

He made my ward his second home. I watched him abandon all work activities for my sake. I felt really bad because I knew it meant his work would be compiling and once I was discharged, he would have a lot on his plate.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

I truly wanted him to go back to work but Dante adamantly insisted on staying with me in the hospital.

When he left my ward the day I regained consciousness, I actually thought he would be back the next day. I was glad he was going home to rest. He needed to rest but to my utmost surprise he came back with some of my belongings and his.

I knew I would be in here for some time but I never expected Dante to stay in here with me. He helped me with everything.  He accompanied me to the toilet and shower and never let me walk by myself.

It turned out that whatever poisonous substance was in that wine had also affected my thigh bone so walking long distances were a bit difficult. I couldn’t climb stairs either.

I was advised by the doctor to exercise my legs by walking more. It was really difficult on the first day. I was wincing like a pregnant woman but Dante was by my side. He helped me in every step.

It got my feelings and thoughts about Dante raked with confusion. I mean this wasn’t the Dante I knew. This wasn’t the Dante I had married–the Dante that beat up Theodore and killed him, the same Dante that would starve me some times if I failed to serve him his food on time, lock me in my room, make me stand under cold running water for hours, the Dante who turned me into my maid and told me to kneel under the sun for hours, the Dante that derived joy in humiliating me in front of his guests and the Dante who would always make me know of his plans on killing me without batting an eyelid at me.

This Dante right here with me in the hospital was a different Dante. He was being a caring husband, something I had never expected or even thought he could be. He was being the opposite of everything I knew him for right now.

My legs felt so sore and wobbly the moment it stepped barefoot on the cold tiles of my ward. I almost fell but Dante held on to me.

By day, after we both had freshen up, he would go get us breakfast and I’ll take my daily round of medications. By noon, he would always make sure I observe my seista and by evening he would help me in my walking.

I became a toddler taking her first steps.

He lay by my side every night, professing how scared he was and how he couldn’t bear to loose me to death. He would also chide me for my stubbornness. Still I couldn’t help but sob listening to him.

Dante was not a perfect man but he truly knew how to show remorse for his actions.

I can’t believe I am actually thinking this but Dante had proven to be so remorseful for not believing me at first.

Today would make it a week and five days since I had been admitted. In between my stay in the hospital, Dante’s capos would come visit me. Luca, Enzo, Fabio and Stella all dropped by frequently.

I missed seeing them so much especially Stella. She was so bubbly and full of life.

I just wanted to go back to the mansion right now. I had made great improvements and I truly couldn’t wait to leave this hospital and go outside. It felt like I was in a prison, a glorified prisoner and Dante was my prison guard.

The man wouldn’t even let me feed myself.

Dante’s attitude had truly evolved. Though I was glad but same time I was also cautious with him. Who knew when he would put back his cold mask of cruelty?

“Gattina won’t you eat?” Dante inquired, the wonderful odour frenzy of the dish he brought in oozing around.

I smiled at him and took a spoonful of it.

It was two plates of freshly cooked chicken marsala with two cups of juice placed in front of me on a high stool as I and Dante sat on the bed.

“This taste so exquisite and lovely. Naomi and Mariposa are great cooks” I enjoyed the delicious delicasy as it hit my taste buds.

Dante laughed and nodded at me. “You want to know what else taste exquisite?” Dante mischievously asked.

“What?” I shook my head at him, a little confused.

“You” came his whisper as he leaned in closer, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

I at once went rigid and froze on the spot, my cheeks turning beetroot red at his remark.

Almost choking on the air, I attempted to speak when Dante snaked an arm around my waist.

“I bet that’s how your pussy taste” he lustfully whispered, his breath fanning my neck and causing goosebumps to roll over my skin.

“Dante stop..” I managed to breathe out, my chest heaving heavily with knots getting tired up in my stomach.

“Why should I wife?” came his sultry reply with his face still on the crook of my neck.

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door which cut into our heated feelings.

It was accompanied by the pushing of the door with the doctor walking in.

I sighed in relief but I noticed Dante was obviously disappointed.

I tried scooting away but he maintained his grip on my waist.

“I can see you are recovering speedily Mrs Morelli”the doctor cheerfully said to me.

“Yes doctor. Thank you for everything”I replied back.

He chuckled. “It’s my job. How do you feel currently?”He inquired.

“Well I feel better than before. I can use the stairs but I’ll still be needing little effort”

The doctor had a satisfied smile placed on his face.

“Your husband is up to the task. I am pleased to inform you that you can be discharged. I’ll just prescribe some little drugs for you ok. I’m really glad you are recovering well”

My face was saturated with happiness.

“Really?!”I almost screamed.

He nodded and I turned to face Dante and hugged him tightly.

My face went flushed when I realised my actions but Dante didn’t mind.

“Finally she’s fit to go home” Dante breathed out.

The doctor nodded his head and went over to examine me. He checked my heartbeat and took out the intravenous injections that were connected to my veins.

“You are good to go ok. Mr Dante later on you can come over to my office and I’ll give you the list of medications she needs to take. You can head over to the pharmacist and purchase them”

We both thanked the doctor and watched him leave.

I was so happy. Finally I would leave the four walls of this ward.

It felt like forever since I stepped outside.

Dante would now be able to return back to work and hopefully things would be normal from here on.

Hopefully.