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Mumma is going to be alright, isn’t she?

Lucien

When the ambulance entered the compound of the hospital he had chosen, the cars riding ahead had already alerted the nurses who stood ready and waiting to whisk Proserpina away. She was bleeding and unconscious and Lucien’s heart broke as he saw the whiteness of her face.

His Woman had stepped in front of him when the firing had started, to protect him.

She had wanted to save him, worthless piece of trash as he was, because she loved him, because She had made him a finer version of himself. And all he had done was hurt her, use her delectable body or his satisfaction…

While she had loved him unconditionally all the time, borne him child after child, obeyed him, cared for him.

LOVED him....

A wave of self-condemnation swept over the Don and he wanted to tear off the bandages from his arm in self-disgust.

A flesh wound, that was all it had been, although the bullet that had struck his thigh could have caused more damage, it had also missed any major artery. The medics had plaster
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