Violent Little Thing (Lily and Luciano) novel Chapter 37

Tony

practically run head first into Luciano,

I make my way towards Camilla’s bedroom. I’m a man on a mission so I don’t look where I’m going when I practically who grabs me by the shoulders to steady me.

“Woah, what’s wrong, brother? Is it Ariana? Is she okay? Oh god!” he shakes my shoulders with his eyes wide.

“No, no, she’s fine! She’s awake, I was just

going to gel Camilla to let her know”

“Oh, thank fuck!” he steps around me in the direction on the hospital room

“Don, wait!” he stops and looks at me as if I’ve grown a third head.

“Look…I don’t know how to say this man…she told me she doesn’t want to see you. I’m sorry…

He looks gutted. So fucking gutted and doesn’t say a word as he storms back past me towards the bar. Fuck. I’ll send Luca to him. Those two can sort out anything over a bottle of whisky.

Once I get back with Camilla and she begins fussing over Ariana I pull Luca aside, I tell him how I don’t think Luciano should be alone right now and he nods and heads out. He knows Luciano better than anyone, and right now I just need to be here with her. My duty is her.

Luciano

Four bottles deep and the sting is still there. Luca helps me sort out this mess in my head though. He thinks I should give her space and time, The two things I don’t want to give her. The world? Yes. Time and space? Fuck. I know I should, but I don’t want to. I’ve sent some men to take her things from our room and move them down the hall. There’s a spare room next to Luca’s that we use for important guests. She can have that for now. At least she will be close to someone I trust, someone she trusts. I still haven’t moved the mattress from my closet and honestly, I don’t think I will. I don’t want to face a big empty room without her. I’ll spend the rest of my life giving her whatever it is she needs if it means she will be happy and safe, she deserves that. She will have whatever she wants and needs, even if that doesn’t include me.

Ariana

After a couple hours with Camilla and Tony checking, cleaning all of my cuts, taking tests and asking questions about how I’m feeling, I’m allowed to get out of here. These four walls may have saved my life but they’re depressing as fuck. With two broken legs I can’t walk so Tony brings in a wheelchair and helps lift me into it. Someone knocked on the door a while ago and Tony told me I’ve gotten my own room. Thank fuck. I’d sooner rip open ny stitches than share a room with that bastard.

“Ready to get out of here, honey?” Tony winks at me and gives me a panty dropping smirk, doing his best to lift my spirits.

me away baby!” I weakly raise my fist in the air and instantly regret the stretch on my wounds. “Ah fuck, okay, take me away gently, baby.”

He chuckles and pushes me out the door. Stupidly my room is on the second floor. I’m not sure how stairs and a wheelchair would work but it might be fun if I’m feeling super depressed later. An option I tuck away for safe keeping as Tony carries me, chair and all up the large staircase, he doesn’t make out like it’s a problem but it’s got to be a tricky thing to do. We reach the door that Tony says is mine and Luca comes stumbling down the hall.

“Howdy neighbourt” he waves wildly making me giggle as he leads on the door next to mine.

“You did this? What was the price you had to pay?” I ask pointing at the door.

“Always beather.” They nod in a silent understanding and Tony pushes me inside and closes the door. I let out a breath I was holding. I didn’t have to see him. Thank the gods.

“Alright honey, I’m sure you’d like a bath and something county to wear, let’s start with that and then we can get some real food into you. Sound

“Sounds great.” I mumble out as he walks to the bathroom, and I hear the water start, I can’t do anything in this chair, my arms are even too weak to wheel it, so I just sit and fiddle with my fucked up fingers and stare at the floor. Tony comes back out and hesitates.

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