Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 313

Luca’s POV

Armani was alive now and that was all that matters. After capturing the man behind all of this, who wan also shot in the arm and leg, he got taken hostage, because he still gave a lot of answering to do to me.

I cradled Armani in my arms and made sure he was breathing, before he got carefully lifted and placed in his car. To say I wasn’t blaming myself for all what had happened, would be an understatement. But then James’ words keep resounding in my head, that I wasn’t to blame myself for any of these.

After clearing out the now messy as hell scene, we headed straight for one of my condos here in italy, there was just no way I’d be taking him home this way, and taking him to an actual hospital was out of the question. From the look of his wound and how badly he had been bleeding before James had stopped the bleeding by tying a cloth to stop the flow of blood, it seems like he was going to be needing more than a few stitches, and so he was going to have to get tended to by an actual doctor, which I was already putting a call to.

Doctor Alponsol was a matured man in his late fifties, who I had known since I was a kid. He had been working for my family since I could remember. He didn’t exclusively work for me, but I could call him whenever there was an emergency, like there currently is. He picked up his call on the second ring and his voice which had deepened in an unpleasant way because of what he smoked, wafted Inti my ear as he spoke.

He informed me that he was going to be on his way and I ended the call. I remained silent after that, briefly looking out the window every few minutes. I glanced at James when he began to say something.

“How are you feeling?” He has asked and I shrugged a little. “Like shit. You?”

“Same. We match.” He responded and I rolled my eyes.

“We did find him like I said we were going to.” He continued after a few moments and I let out a small hum after glancing out the window again. “Yeah, I guess you were right.”

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Armani was still unconscious when he got carried into the condo by a few of my guards, but I wasn’t worried about that, because that was expected from the loss of blood he had went through and the pain, along with the shock of all what he had passed through this past few days, that I was sure he wasn’t going to be forgetting anytime soon.