My nerves didn’t subside the entire time that I sat with Vito at the warehouse, I knew I had a plan and was more than certain it was going to work, but what if it doesn’t? What if he tells me he’ll be back soon and leaves the house never to be seen again, only sitting in a prison cell for the rest of his life?! “Pequeño are you okay, you have appeared to be a little off since you arrived back from your meeting with Owen?” Vito asks from the driver's seat of his car, after he had finished work, we picked up food and was just heading home. “Is there something you need to tell me?” He asks looking back over at me before his eyes have to go to the road, I only take a deep breath in to try and remind myself that yes, I wanted to tell him more than anything, but I couldn’t. “You aren’t...?” He asks with a worried look down at my stomach, it took me a moment to realise what he meant where my eyes go wide, and I shake my head. “No! No, nothing like that!” I exclaim worried that if he thoug

After spending the next few hours fixing up the room that Vito had kindly, given to my father until he feels better, I spot the ambulance slowly pulling into the gates telling me he was here. With a smile, I rush out of the bedroom and begin to make my way down the stairs, hearing Jayden and Vito still having a conversation in the kitchen, and people say that women can talk for hours! Reaching the front door and pulling it open, I find my father being helped down out of the back of the ambulance by two paramedics, his body still seeming a little frail as he stumbled to the little stones which formed Vito’s huge driveway. After getting down, my father lifts his head up a little tired and spots me stood by the door, a little smile filling his beaten-up face. Placing my water bottle by the entrance on the floor, I walk towards the door. “You’re looking better dad.” I smile walking over and wrapping him in a little hug, his head on my shoulder as though he was soaking in all of the feel

Dwight spent the next hour putting special IV’s into Coraline in hopes of diluting the poison before it had time to get into her bloodstream. He explained to Vito how her body was actually doing a lot of the work, each time she would throw up a little, that was her body’s way of getting as much of whatever it was, she had ingested out of her system. All Vito could do was sit beside Coraline and watch her, his mind a mess and only on her opening her eyes. Off to the side stood four of Vito’s men and Jayden, who got whatever Dwight needed and watched as Vito didn’t even batt an eye over to them, his entire focus was on Coraline. “I’ve never seen the boss like this before.” Buster whispered his eyes on Vito, he didn’t believe Vito had a kind side to him but here he was, almost crying for the person in front of him. It was true, Vito was seen as one of the most heartless men around, I mean with what he does and the awful things in his past, that would be the only way to explain how

TW: this chapter does involve a conversation surrounding the event of a miscarriage. I am aware of how real and triggering this may be for some people, so please read with caution and skip if needs be. Sending you all the most love in the world, Beth🩶 ~~ After getting checked over by Dwight and being told I would need to take things slow for the next couple of days, Vito carried me from the warehouse and into his rather dirty looking car. He explained how Jayden was the one who drove them to the warehouse and in that moment, their care wasn’t at how dirty the car may have gotten but ensuring I wouldn’t die on the backseat. Falling asleep on the way home, I awoke to Vito carrying me into the home and up the stairs, a smile on my face when he looks at me before my eyes lock eyes with my dads' room. “Oh, my dad, I need to go and check him, he’s been by himself for hours.” I say pointing over to the door he was in whilst attempting to sit up, but Vito only shakes his head

Once I had disclosed the reason for my sudden change in mood, the room grew silent as the pair share a look of understanding, but I only stare at the ground. I knew this day was invariably going to happen at some point, but I had told myself that I wouldn’t need to think about it until it happens. This helped me to get over the fact that Shane was no longer here but not that I’d have to fully say goodbye to him, before I could simply pretend, he had moved away. But my decision had only allowed the bottled-up feelings to wash over me at once, I should have given myself time to process this all. “Each time that I think I’m past what happened with Shane, something always springs up which takes me right back to where I was.” I say with a sigh still looking down at his name written in gold letters, that same fever like dream that I had with Shane sprung into my mind, the way his voice sang my name repeated as like some kind of horror film. “It’ll be okay Pequeño, it may be a hard event