the male found fortune smiled on him, despite the misfortune that had befallen him earlier . stumbling into his home, barely able to keep himself upright, as palms attempted to keep further blood from spilling out of wounds he did not find his wife anywhere while making way to couch . curtesy of matteo falcone, coming to repay debts owed . debts he was unable to collect on with quick action and aid of those he would now call family .
form dropped on to the couch with a groan and curse, “ shit ... ” @mafiaheiress might kill him for making a mess if she didn't kill him for not telling her what had happened sooner . shirt was ripped open before pieces were torn off to press against the stab wounds at his right side . a heavy sigh escapes his lips at the sound of her panicked voice calling out to him, “ marone . ” rafael doesn't answer, knowing it would be easy enough to find him if she were to follow the trail of blood . the male wasn't ready for the worry that would be written all over her face .
seeing it, her beautiful face twisted up in concern, shattered something in him . he never wanted her to see this, to make her worry, but this was a part of their life . it always would be so long as they stayed in it . “ matteo . ” he answers her, watching as her hands take over the work of mending his wounds . “ it's worse than it looks . ”