So if you all have read Arnaud's book then in chapter 12 (I guess) he mentions to Celestine that there was an attack last night and her dad got injured while trying to save Kian.

So this chapter is based on that through Silvio's POV.

Hopefully, it's a good one.

Do comment!

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SILVIO

I gritted my teeth as the doctor stitched my wound, Marcelo stood at my side with his hands folded, he had some bruises and scratches too but none as serious as mine.

A fucking bullet wound in my bicep. Nothing new and I would go through it over and over again if it meant saving my son.

The door to the medical room was pushed open and Kian stepped inside, walking over to me, his jaw clenching when he glanced at my bicep and for a second, guilt flashed across his face.

He reminded me a lot of myself when I was his age and I knew that he might not show it but deep down he did love and care for us all.

"Are you okay?" Marcelo asked, scrutinizing his face.

He nodded.

Marcelo patted his head before leaning back against the wall.

"This was the first and the last time, Kian", I told him sternly. "Next time when I tell you to stay back then you fucking stay back. Is that clear?"

His pursed his lips, displeased by my words. "I wanted to help."

The doctor finished with the stitches and cleaned away the excess blood and bandaged my bicep before leaving us alone.

"You are just fourteen", Marcelo said, "you don't get to make such big decisions at the moment. Right now, you all are under our leadership, you do what we tell you to. If you don't heed an order then someone else will get hurt." He gestured to me.

"Exactly what he said. I appreciate your bravery, we all do but you are young and we just want you all kids to be safe and enjoy your life." I added.

He nodded curtly even though he didn't look like he agreed with us.

I sighed. "Come here."

There was a subtle roll of his eyes as he understood what I was asking for before he stepped closer to me.

I wrapped my non injured arm around his back and pulled him against my chest, dropping a kiss on top of his head. "I love you and I don't want to see you in danger, that's it. And I am not angry that I got shot because of you, okay?"

He let me hold him for a moment before pulling back and nodding once again, this time not as annoyed as before.

"Where's your Mom though?" I asked him.

Marcelo answered on his behalf, "She's waiting outside. It was better that way or else she would have panicked seeing the blood on you."

Sending him a grateful look, I leaned back against the hospital style bed, exhaustion of the day weighing me down.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Kian leave and a moment later, the door burst open once again as my wife came running in, tears in her eyes followed by Cyrus.

She threw her arms around me, eyes wildly searching my face. "Are you okay now?"

"With you in my arms, I am certainly better now." I smiled at her I whispered.

But she didn't enjoy my attempt at flirting to lighten the mood, instead, her eyes narrowed. "Don't joke with me right now. Tell me, is it hurting too much?"

"I'm okay, baby." I assured her, hugging her tightly and kissing her forehead.

Her tears soaked through my shirt making my heart clench. I hated seeing her cry but she was over sensitive and I couldn't do much about it.

Cyrus patted her on the back. "Calm down, darling. He is as fit as a fiddle."

I shot him a glare. "Call her darling once again and I will rip out your fucking tongue."

Marcelo sighed loudly, rubbing his forehead.

Cyrus rolled his eyes, addressing Lilith. "He is so dramatic, I can't believe you married him. I could never stay married to him for long."

"Then it's a good thing you aren't married to me." I retorted.

His voice turned playful, eyes glinting with mischief. "Is that hint of sadness in your tone? Did you want to marry me, Sil?"

My glare intensified. "What the fuck?"

Marcelo was trying to stifle his laugh.

"Aww, you should have told me that you had a crush on me--"

I was about to get off the bed and beat the hell out of him when Marcelo grabbed me, holding me back and sending a stern look to him. "Stop it, Cyrus."

"What? He's the one with a crush here and I honestly feel bad--"

"Get out", I hissed at him.

He grinned at me in return.

I glanced down at Lili and found her peeking up at me, her tears gone, instead her shoulder shook with silent laughter.

"You are enjoying this, aren't you?" I murmured to her.

She bit her lips. "Maybe..."

"Okay, come on, let's go. Give them some privacy." Marcelo said to Cyrus, walking towards the door.

"Privacy? They have been married for twenty damn years, they could surely wait for some time before smooching--"

Before Cyrus could speak further, Marcelo grabbed the back of his neck and dragged him out.

Glad that they left, I shifted on the bed and hauled Lilith up on it so that she laid next to me.

I put my arm around her as she rested her head on my chest, very gently brushing her fingers over my bandaged bicep.

I grabbed her hand and brought it up to my mouth, kissing it. "Stop worrying. I am more than okay."

She leaned up and pressed her lips to mine, kissing me softly.

The feel of her soft, wet lips made me groan as all blood rushed down to my cock.

My hand trailed down and cupped her ass as I tried to deepen the kiss.

Lili planted her palms on my chest and pulled away from me, shooting me a glare. "No. You are only getting a kiss, no more."

I frowned. "Why not?"

"Because you are hurt, stupid."

Taking her hand, I placed it on my semi hard cock. "My cock's hurting more, mia luna."

She jerked her hand away, glaring at me even though her cheeks turned red. "Stop being a pervert."

"Seriously, come on, ride me." I attempted to pull her on top of my lap.

"Silvio!" She scolded me. "Stop it. You need to rest and if you continue this, I am not going to sleep in our room with you tonight."

I scowled at her and she smiled triumphantly. If I couldn't fuck her then I would at least want her cuddling with me during the night.

"Fine." I huffed.

Then I ran my eyes all over her, even though I knew all the girls were escorted to the safe room as soon as we were attacked, I still had to make sure she was alright.

"You are not hurt anywhere, are you?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No. Worry about yourself, you got shot."

"Lili, for the hundredth time, I am okay. It's not like I was shot for the first time."

She didn't like the joke and glared at me instead.

Grabbing the back of her neck, I kissed her, swiping my tongue over her lips, demanding entrance.

She tried to resist me but only for a moment before her lips parted and I swept my tongue inside her mouth, swallowing her little moan.

For someone who was hell bent on not having any sex tonight, she was quite needy as she unconsciously rubbed herself against me.

I was sure that she would give in and I would have her riding my cock in the next few minutes but then the door burst open causing Lili to jerk away as if it was forbidden for us to be kissing.

"Oh God, eww", someone groaned.

My eyes opened and narrowed on whoever cock blocked us but then they softened when I noticed Ada standing at the door contemplating whether to walk inside or just leave.

Blushing, Lili fixed her hair. "Ada..."

Realising something, I discreetly grabbed the blanket lying at the foot of the bed and subtly pulled it over my lap.

"Anyway, I just wanted to check on you", Ada said to me. "Are you okay?"

I nodded at her, offering her a small smile.

She walked over to me and gave me a quick hug, sighing. "Okay, I was scared..."

"Nothing is going to take me away from you all." I assured her.

She smiled and leaned up to kiss my cheek. "Yeah you are a super dad, aren't you?"

"Yes." I ruffled her hair.

She gave me another hug before leaving the room.

"Where's Cel?" I asked Lili.

"Arnaud said she is at his house, he will bring her in the morning."

I did not like the sound of that. With every passing day, I was questioning Arnaud's friendship with my daughter.

"Oh, don't give me that look. They are adults, they can do whatever they feel like."

"She is just twenty--"

She rolled her eyes and hugged me. "Stop it. Orla and Chiara were just eighteen when they got married to Marcelo and Ezekiel."

"That's a different thing..."

"And I was just twenty-three when you forced me to marry you." She pouted up at me.

"Forced?" I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Mhmm, getting me pregnant and making me marry you..."

I cupped her chin, leaning down to whisper against her lips, "Baby, no part of it was forced and you know that. Stop teasing me."

She was trying to distract me from Arnaud and Cel and it was working.

She chuckled, brushing my cheek and gazing at me affectionately.

Everytime she looked at me like that, I couldn't breathe. I swiped my thumb over her bottom lip. "Tell me you love me, mia luna."

"I love you, Silvio."

Groaning, I pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. "I love you too, Lili."

The most beautiful smile in the world graced her lips making me fall in love with her over and over again.