Night had fallen, and the hospital was quiet except for the occasional visits of doctors checking on our bambina. Luca had gone home to get his laptop and things. Roman hadn't left her side once. He was now slumped in the chair, holding her hand, fast asleep.

Dante and Lorenzo were sprawled on the sofa, and I chuckled. Xander had stepped out for a smoke, needing a moment to himself. As for Xavier, he had also fallen asleep next to Violet, his hand resting protectively on her arm.

I went to my sister's bed. Her face looked pale and tired. My fingers hovered over a word carved into her neck. 'insecure'

It just made my jaw clench as i saw just more bruises, more cuts, infections, and all the pain she had went through. She didn't deserve any of this.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door. I turned to see Gianna entering the room. 

"How is she?" I asked. Gianna gave me a small smile and made notes on her clipboard before answering.

"Well, it looks like. She was abused, some cuts which looked they were self-harm, and... she has two broken ribs, and her ankle seems to be healed on its own but not properly."

 She walked over to Violet's bed, checking the monitors. "She's stable for now but... there is a 50 percent chance she will wake up. If not, we'll have to consider removing life support."

I nodded and sighed. This was not going to be an easy topic to handle with her. But I need to get every. Single. possible answer as possible.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. It was Luca. I stepped into the hallway to take the call. 

"Elijah..." He sounds like he has been running. "Yet another attack. Thank God we were away, we are moving to Italy as soon as possible whether violet wakes up or not. We can transfer her to the Italy hospital,"

I immediately became alert.

"Luca, pack violet's things...Tell Seth and James to get the Jet ready," I ended the call.

I sighed, running my hand through my hair. 

---As I reentered Violet's room, i straightened up and called out. "Everyone, listen up!"  My voice echoed through the quiet room. Dante and Lorenzo stirred from their sleep, and Roman's eyes fluttered open."What's going on?" Xander asked, stepping back inside, the faint smell of smoke still lingering on him. His face was yet still emotionless but i knew he knew what was going on.

"We're moving Violet to Italy," I acknowledged my brothers. "We need to get her things packed and be ready to leave immediately."

"But she's stable here," Lorenzo protested, looking worried.

"Another attack just happened," I said firmly. "It's not safe for us here. We need to move her to a safer location where we can get the care she needs." Lorenzo analyzed around the room and groaned as he realized everyone else just eyed him with no expression.

With everyone now alert and focused, we began to gather Violet's belongings, making sure not to leave anything behind. The urgency of the situation pushed us into action, and soon we were ready to move.

Luca had begun to get maids to pack violet's things back in the house, and Gianna got the medicals and all the medicines she would need throughout the flight,

As we carefully transferred Violet onto a stretcher, I couldn't help but feel a pang of worry. But I knew this was the right decision. We had to protect her at all costs. Even if it meant that started a war between the Russian mafia, i won't let them hurt my sister. 

As we made our way to the awaiting jet, the city lights of New York City twinkled in the distance. I was getting always used to moving from countries to countries to our hidings every year, so this wasn't a new feeling. Once aboard the jet, we all settled in for the long flight to Italy. The hum of the engines and the occasional beep of medical monitors filled the cabin. It was a tense and quiet journey.I sat beside Violet, where she lay on a bed comfortably, the IV's and the bandages wrapped firmly, the straps on her bed secured loosely just in case we go through turbulence.