In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35: Andrew Is Injured

The restaurant was a battlefield, with bullets flying and screams echoing. Isabella seized an opportunity to escape with Tony's protection.

But at that moment, Isabella heard Harry's agonized cry. She turned around to see Harry had been shot, and his body was oozing blood like a river. He couldn't stand and fell to the ground.

Isabella instinctively wanted to rush back, but Tony stopped her. "It's okay, our people are on their way. Harry will be fine."

Will he really be fine? Isabella, being a doctor, wasn't entirely clear about Harry's condition. Still, he had lost so much blood, and it was likely an arterial bleed. This could be life-threatening in a matter of minutes. How could he be okay?

Just then, someone spotted them and began shooting. Tony immediately shielded Isabella. "Go!" he shouted.

Isabella clenched her teeth, grabbed Grazia, and led Andrew out of the restaurant.

Outside, chaos reigned. Fortunately, Isabella spotted Phillip and his soldiers not far away, heading in their direction.

They escorted Isabella and the others to the car and then moved toward the restaurant to provide support.

"Phillip, please check on Harry's condition. I'm very worried about him," Isabella requested.

Despite her distaste for being surrounded by bodyguards, which prevented her from living a normal life, she couldn't bear the thought of any of them getting hurt.

"I will," Phillip replied. He loaded his gun and headed towards the restaurant.

"Isabella, can you please check on Andrew? He's injured," Grazia's tearful voice redirected Isabella's attention from the restaurant.

"What happened?" Isabella inquired.

She then noticed that Andrew's arm was covered in blood. Quickly, she found the wound on his arm.

"He got shot trying to save me," Grazia sobbed. "Darling, I've put you in danger."

Despite the gunshot wound, Andrew seemed to be in good spirits. He reached out with his other hand and caressed Grazia's hair. "Darling, I'm fine. Don't cry for me; it'll break my heart."

Isabella fetched a first aid kit from the car and did a basic cleaning of Andrew's wound. She used a bandage to stop the bleeding.

"For now, this will do. We need to get to the hospital as soon as possible," Isabella instructed.

She had removed bullets from Emanuele before, without anesthesia, and in a situation where it was necessary. A trained mob boss like Emanuele was likely used to being shot. The pain was probably nothing to him. But Andrew was different; he was just an ordinary person. Operating on him without anesthesia would be excruciating.

Grazia quickly ordered the driver to take them to the hospital.

"Wait, you go first. I'll check if there's anything I can help with in the restaurant," Isabella said, picking up her medical kit and jumping out of the car.

"Isabella, are you crazy? Aren't you afraid those damned thugs will shoot you?" Grazia screamed. As a mafia princess, she had witnessed many such scenes, but it still frightened her.