The Don's Young Love (Mafia Dark Romance)

on landing. My heart ached to see my parents; they were my entire world. As I arrived at the hospital, I knew I needed to see them. The journey from the airpor

, but today it seemed to encapsulate my fears and amplify them, making each

d the intermittent squeak of rubber soles on polished floors. The receptionist glanced up at me with a practiced smile, one that was meant to be reassuri

finally giving me his room number. "Room 731." she said, her voice almost blending into the myriad of background noises that filled the lobby. I thanked her with a nod, my throat tightening, stav

a slow and steady countdown, each one bringing me closer to the reality I wasn’t ready to face. My fingers trailed along the cool, sanitized wall for support, as if the building itself cou

steady rise and fall of his chest synching with the beep of the heart monitor. It was a visual metronome, a stark and unyielding remind

by the ordeal of his heart's betrayal. Sunken eyes, closed, seemed to hide beneath a creased brow, while lines of worry had etched themselves deeply into the corners of his mouth, mapping years of smiles and frown

ered, my voice barely rising above the symphony of machines. The words felt thick and cumbersome on my tongue, a stark contrast to the lightness with which they used to

the corners of my mouth defy the gravity of the situation. I lingere

o be close to my daddy. My mom yawned and stretched as she woke up. "I love you so much, Daddy. I'm so happy that you're okay," I exclaime

the warmth of his love unmarred by the chill of hospital sheets. Mom rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, her own love etched on her face like delica