𝕭𝖚𝖋𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖔 66
𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 5:
𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘
Mafiaboss!Chris x Ballerina!Fiona
Intro and previous chapters here!
CW: mentions of injuries, trauma, degradation, swearing that’s it I think
The first thing Fiona heard when her mind became conscious again was a constant, nauseating beeping noise. Fiona groaned, slowly peeling her eyes open to a room that looked oddly familiar.
The first thing she saw was a tiny chandelier above her head with thousands of diamonds connected to it.
She looked to her left next, a whole bunch of medical equipment filled the space. Monitors, IV bags, blood bags all connected to her.
She stared at the IV line that attached the back of her hand and forearm to each little bag hanging from the IV pole.
She then wiggled her finger that had a heart rate monitor on it. Following the wire with her eyes to see where this one leads to. As expected it just led to another boring machine, this one keeping track of her vitals.
Fiona groaned again but not from the annoying beeping sound. From the pain that spread throughout my stomach. Suddenly her broken memories came back to her.
The mansion, Russo, gunshots, Chris, blood, fear and finally the last words said to her.
“Don’t worry sweetheart…I’ll take care of you.”
I’ll take care of you, a delicate phrase Fiona had always yearned to hear. She didn’t quite think it would be right before she passed out from blood loss. But she didn’t care too much what the circumstances were, all she cared about was the fact that Chris said it.
Fiona’s hand rested on her stomach, trying not to add any pressure since she knew that would make it worse. She tried to push herself up with her other arm, but the excruciating pain pulled her back down abruptly.
“I don’t think that’s a very good idea sweetheart.”
Fiona whipped her head towards the door, Chris was leaning on the door frame tall and confident as always.
“W-what happened?” Fiona weakly said, “does that tiny brain of yours not remember?” Chris condescendingly said. “Well I remember being shot, losing a lot of blood and you coming to help me. But after that my mind is blank,”
Chris hummed, walking closer to the bed Fiona was laying in. “Well after you passed out we rushed you to the hospital where you faced one surgery after another. They told me you had extreme internal bleeding and that the bullet slightly perforated your small intestines….” Chris took a deep breath “they said you were lucky to make it through the night.”
Fiona’s throat tightened, hearing all this made her nausea, yet she kept listening. “They wanted to keep you at the hospital for a couple weeks, maybe even a couple months til you healed…but I didn’t like the sound of that so I pulled some strings and now you're here under my care.” Chris grinned as he sat on the edge of your bed.
Fiona took a shallow breath, “how long have I been asleep?” Chris looked at his watch, “about 57 hours and 48 minutes” he said so casually.
A confused expression formed on Fiona’s face “how long is that?” Chris cruelly chuckled and patted Fiona’s head “don’t over work that little brain of yours too much. In simpler terms 57 hours and 48 minutes is 2 days and a half.”
“Oh okay…” Fiona simply said,
Chris gazed into Fiona’s eyes intensely, he’s looked into her eyes many times but never this close. He analyzed every bit of it, for a moment his eye sight shifted down to her lips.
But quickly after that he snapped out of his trance and turned his cold and distant personality back on. “I’ve got to go now…one of my maids will be in to give you some medicine. Just get some rest for now sweetheart.” Chris stood up from the bed and looked back at Fiona waiting for her response.
Fiona nodded, and a moment later Chris was already out the door. She huffed to herself wondering what in the world she’d do for the rest of the day.
Time unfortunately for Fiona went incredibly slow without anyone to spend it with. She’d usually find herself staring at the decor in the room she laid in wondering if Chris had picked it out himself or if he had someone else do it.
Sometimes she’d hear commotion coming from outside her door. Her impulsive thoughts told her to suck up the pain and check out what was happening but deep down she knew she didn’t have the guts to do that.
When the clock streaked 12 pm on the dot one of Chris’s maids walked into her room with a tray that had medicine and water. The maid had long blonde curls and green eyes, obviously not the maid Fiona met a couple days ago.
Fiona watched as the maid set it down on the nightstand and swiftly handed her both objects. The maid never looked at Fiona nor dared to speak to her except when explaining what the medicine would do. Fiona found it a little odd but didn't push.
The blonde maid was about to make her way out the door before Fiona said with a delicate voice “wait I have a question,” The maid stopped in her tracks and slowly turned around. “What would you like to know?” The maid said trying to sound as sweet as possible but it had a hesitant undertone to it.
Fiona chewed the inside of her mouth, a bit nervous to ask. “Uh…do you know when…Mr. Sturniolo will be back to check on me?”
The maid took a sigh of relief as if she was anticipating Fiona to ask her something else. Fiona paid no attention to it and instead waited for her answer.
“Mr. Sturniolo has been pretty busy today but I’m sure he will swing by in a couple hours!” She said cheerfully, before Fiona could even say anything back the maid was out the door.
Fiona sighed at the fact she’d probably have to be alone for another few hours before anyone checked on her. Her boredom was through the roof that not even daydreaming about seeing Chris could help.
Eventually after being alone for another 3 hours, Fiona naturally fell asleep. Though falling asleep might seem like a blessing in Fiona’s case. As she got further into her slumber, the mellow dream she was having turned quickly into a traumatic nightmare.
She was back in the ballroom, wearing a blood soaked dress. Everything happened the same gunshots fired, Fiona screaming Chris’s name, her getting brutally shot. But then once she was laying on the floor everything shifted.
Chris didn’t come to check on her, nor did anyone else. She started to bear crawl towards the closet she once came out of. But was roughly grabbed by Russo. She tried to scream but nothing came out, all she could hear was Russo whispering mean and degrading things in her ear as he dragged her into the middle of the gun fight.
Russo dropped her on the ground in front of everyone. All the men that once were shooting at each other were now staring at her bleeding out. They began to make cruel remarks toward Fiona.
“worthless piece of shit,”
“She deserves to die like this,”
“She’s a useless slut,”
Then suddenly she was back to reality. Fiona jolted up, gasping for air after finally being awoken from that horrid dream. Tears ran down her face as she tried to collect herself. It was now nighttime given the fact that it was completely dark outside.
She knew getting up from her bed was a bad idea. But at this moment she knew she couldn’t possibly stay in her bed after that nightmare. So Fiona swiftly took off the heart monitor that was connected to her finger. Then she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and pushed off of it, using the IV pole as support.
The pain in her abdomen was excruciating but then again suffering from the pain was better than staying trapped in this room.
Fiona took a deep breath then slowly started walking towards the door. Her feet wobbled and her legs shook after every step but she ignored it, determined to leave this room.
Once she made it to the door she weakly pushed it open and stepped outside. The halls were very dark and she had no clue where to go. But when she spotted a reading nook down the hall she decided that’s where she’d go.
She wasn’t as quiet as she hoped to be since her IV pole made a super loud rolling sound every time she pushed it on the marble floors. She eventually migrated towards the wall for extra support as she made her journey down the hall.
She was almost at the little reading nook, til her footsteps came to a halt when she heard a deep and irritated voice.
“What do you think you’re doing out of bed?” Chris sharply said,
Fiona’s breath hitched, hesitantly turning around. She knew what she was about to say sounded silly. “I…I had a nightmare…” Fiona looked down shamefully.
Chris clenched his jaw, “do you know how dangerous it is for you to be walking right now…you were in surgery just a couple days ago! You could’ve tripped and reopened your wounds! Or worse hurt yourself even more!” He barked at her,
“I’m sorry I just…I couldn’t handle staying in that room any longer..” Fiona mumbled just enough for Chris to hear.
Chris inhaled sharply, fists clenched into a ball. He was still very frustrated with her. But gradually grew a tiny soft spot for her after seeing the state she was in.
He pinched his fingers across the bridge of his nose. “Why don’t I take you to another bedroom to sleep in.”
Fiona furrowed her eyebrows confused on what he meant but still she nodded her head gently. Fiona tried to start walking again but accidentally tripped over her own feet. She gasped in fear but luckily Chris caught her with his strong arms before she hit the ground.
He chuckled to himself, “why don’t I carry you to this new room.” Fiona nodded again and was swiftly picked up by Chris' bridal style.
He began to carry her through the dark halls effortlessly, while also pulling her IV pole alongside them. Fiona rested her head on Chris’s shoulder looking up at his chiseled jawline.
“How did you even know I was out of bed?” Fiona weakly whispered,
Chris grinned, “I get notified every time your heart monitor gets taken off….plus you were pretty loud walking down the hall.”
Fiona giggled for the first time since she woke up this morning. Chris looked down at her, no actual expression on his face but in his mind all he could do was admire her.
Once they got to the room Chris had mentioned he pushed open the double doors and carried her towards the huge bed. She glanced around the room noticing tiny things along the way. Like how there was little to no decor in this room. There was only one picture that was set on the nightstand next to the bed. From what Fiona could see it looked like a picture of three different Chris’s.
From what Fiona could gather it seemed as though this was Chris’s room. But she was too shy to blatantly ask out loud. Finally Chris laid her on the bed. Pulling the covers over her and tucking her in.
He was about to leave when Fiona unexpectedly grabbed Chris’s wrist.
“Don’t go”
Chris stared at her for a minute, unsure on what to do. “Please…I just don’t wanna be alone again.”
Chris sighed, “alright,”
He then circled around to the other side of the bed and joined her in it. He scooped her into his arms ever so gently so he wouldn’t hurt her. They then sat in silence, Fiona fondled with the hem of her nightgown and Chris stared off into the distance once in a while looking down at her.
Chris smirked, “You know earlier today one of my maids came into my office telling me you were asking when I was gonna check on you.”
Fiona looked up at him, “I was lonely,”
Chris chuckled, “and you think spending time with a cold hearted mafia boss would cure that.”
“Your not cold hearted,” she honestly said,
Chris furrowed his eyebrows curious to where she would go with this. “I mean you can be pretty mean sometimes but that doesn’t mean you're cold hearted. You want respect and power and the only way to get it is-”
“To be cruel,” Chris finished her sentence.
Fiona yawned through her sentence, “Exactly, that’s not being cold hearted…that’s just…that’s just.” She couldn’t even finish her sentence before being totally knocked out by exhaustion.
Chris grinned, looking down at Fiona’s relaxed and delicate body. He never knew that she was able to understand him on such a personal level like that. But for some reason he was surprised, since the day his men grabbed her he knew she was something special.
Chris deliberately shifted Fiona out of his arms onto the mattress. He then hopped out of his bed, trying his best to be as quiet as possible.
He then whispered “goodnight sweetheart” to Fiona and made his way to his office that was down the hall, where he would be working til the morning.
Written by: nessabarrettlover101 DO NOT COPY
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