(KRYSTAL'S POV)
What do you do when the love of your life wakes up from a coma and catches you getting fucked by his older brothers?
What do you say to him when he took a bullet to the heart just to save you?
I still don't know.
I'm curled up on one of the couches in the far corner of the panic room with my legs folded to my chest and my arms wrapped tightly around myself like I'm trying to hold the pieces of me together before they all fall apart.
Angelo is standing by the main door with his gun raised, his entire body tense as if Marcello's men could somehow barge in at any second.
Raffaele is seated right beside me.
And Val is all the way across the room with Michele.
He hasn't looked at me once since we locked ourselves in here.
My eyes never leave him regardless.
He's still wearing a hospital gown.
The thin blue fabric hangs off him, and he looks thinner in a way that makes my heart ache. His skin looks pale and he also looks very weak and exhausted.
