Salvatore hovered over Nicole's unconscious body, his hands and clothes smeared in blood as he couldn't bring himself to settle down.
His doctor, Michi, patched her up and informed him that she had suffered a blow to the head, bruising across the ribs, and a flesh wound by the gunshot in her thigh; and had passed out due to the blow. When Salvatore had learned that information; he couldn't help but brace himself against the wall and laugh at his wife and her misconceptions – leading him to believe that she was dying.
"Hey," Stephan placed a hand on his shoulder as Salvatore sat on the seat next to his bed, hunched forward and utterly exhausted. "You're covered in blood, why don't you go and take a shower?"
Looking over his shoulder at his best friend, the Mafia Boss nodded, taking a moment to gather his scattered thoughts before standing up, stumbling a little but bei
Nicole's leg had begun to heal, but she was still confined to bed rest. Salvatore tried to spend as much time with her as he could, but generally, within 3 minutes of his arrival, an urgent matter needed his attention. She would chuckle then, but in all honesty, she just wanted him beside her, not even talking if he didn't want to, but just there beside her. Nicole found herself spending a lot of time with the dogs, her Husky begging for belly rubs as the Wolf-hybrid would just yap at her or play with her white beast.She laughed as Persephone licked her face, Hades sitting at the foot of the bed, watching the two."Scendere," A voice commanded her husky bounding off the bed and towards Salvatore, yelping up at him as he tossed a treat her way. Walking towards Hades, he lowered his hand before the dog instantly nibbled the treat on his palm. After rubbing him behind the ear, he came and settled on his side
Upon her return from work, Nicole bought a bouquet of flowers, putting them in a vase and at the center of their bedroom. She had the bed sheets changed and the entire room cleaned, the curtains were drawn open and the lounge set up. Once that was done she sat down to finish the pending work before grabbing a notepad to doodle on it. Eventually, she got tired of sitting and went to shower before dinner.Entering with the Bluetooth in his ear, Salvatore greeted the two dogs that came bounding to him as he removed the leather gloves, followed by his scarf and coat."How are the kids?" He asked his sister, sitting down on the sofa and throwing back his head as she spoke about her babies. "That's good to hear, and how are you doing? No postpartum depression or anything, right?"He rubbed a hand over his forehead and glanced at the tabletop, his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of the
The weather was beautiful; no doubt, however, the beauty of a decrease in temperature came along with Salvatore's wheezing. The outdoor cold made breathing hard on him and if she sat outside with him for an hour, he would take a shot from his inhaler every couple of minutes. The chill was tough on his lungs, she knew, but he didn't complain, as a matter of fact, he didn't say anything about it.As the days progressed, Nicole watched her husband's condition deteriorating. His coughs sounded like there was a dessert in his lungs, and he was slowly beginning to get sick. She knew that if he just rested for a couple of days, he'd feel better, but despite telling him to take a day off, he wouldn't listen. When she realized telling him to take a break wouldn't help, Nicole devised a new method of having him stay in bed."You're still working," Salvatore noted when he stepped out of the walk-in closet in a shirt and trouse
In the first week of December, both Salvatore and Nicole had stayed at home and didn't do any work. He did not deal with the Mafia, nor the company, neither the nightclubs while she didn't deal with the managerial position of her company. The two had just spent time together, reading, talking, playing, and going out.They learned quite a bit about one another by just watching, and it always had a smile form on their lips. The week they spent together, they had developed atastefor the other's presence.However, it was a rather ill-timed vacation given that they had work to get back to before Christmas.Today was Christmas.As per their usual, Rosalie and Arcangelo would host a lavish Christmas dinner for their family and friends, and for this very reason, Nicole stood in her walk-in-closet, a robe over her undergarments as she was kneeling on the
The movie played on mute with the colors of the scene infiltrating the room and illuminating it in a dim glow, every other source of brightness extinguished at 11:50 p.m.Nicole lay on her side, her head propped up on her elbow and ignoring the movie she had chosen and instead admired the sleeping figure of her husband.Salvatore lay on his back beside her, his right arm placed on his chest with his left hand dangling off the bed, his gaze gently tilted away from her with his usually styled black hair an unruly mess. Hesitantly, she reached out to him, running the back of her hand down his prickly jaw, smiling when he didn't stir from his sleep, realizing his sleeping habits were developing.Christmas had been an exhausting expenditure, New Years was full of drinks and parties, and then in the first week of January, they had gone to visit her parents who had been hosting a little get-togethe
The room was small and vacant of any furniture. The walls bathed in darkness and the floor a light grey in the dim lighting, the only source of light being that of the small lamp over his head. Brown and red stains marred the floor and walls with scratches spread across the boundaries, it smelt of mold and the suffocating stench of death.In the middle of it, all stood Salvatore with sweat beading his forehead, his black hair falling into his eyes as he punched at the bag hanging from the roof. Standing shirtless in the center, he landed rapid punches to the leather, the sound of skin against leather reverberating through the room as three men stood against the wall, silently watching as their boss relentlessly punched away, breathing harshly and sweat rolling down his muscled back and chiseled chest. With a heavy exhale Salvatore plummeted the bag with uppercuts, grunting at the effort and the burning in his muscles.
Salvatore told her that the Carnavale de Venicine attracted about 3 million visitors each year, and within 2 days’ time, she knew why. Thebeautiful costumes and typical Venetian maskstransformed the city in a magical way. The glamour of it all made one wish they lived in a different time period.
Nicole gasped and clutched at the sheets, her back arching off the bed and her face flushed red. Her breath came in uneven pants and tremors went through her, small mewls escaping her lips as she writhes on the bed, her hair disheveled and her chest heaving."God," She groaned, shutting her eyes tight as her knuckles turned white with her hold on the sheetsWith a startled jump, a shudder passed through Nicole as whimpers escaped her, her body sagging against the mattress afterward with her breath erratic and her head spinning due to the lack of air. With trembling fingers, she touching the base of her neck, feeling the fine sheen of sweat over her body.The mattress dipped beneath her with the movement before Salvatore's face loomed over her, smirking at the dazed expression across her face, leaning down and capturing her lips with his own, a groan escaping Nicole at the salty taste that in