Of course I asked the question to keep from losing my mind at what just unfolded in front of me, but I was genuinely curious.
                          
She sniffles as her head falls back slightly so she can look at the ceiling, "This morning. I'm sorry I didn't tell you right away but you weren't responding and I didn't know if you would care or want —"
                          
"Farrah, look at me." I demand, eyes staring deep into hers as she finally meets my eye, "Never allow yourself to think I want anything less than to be with you and have a family with you."
                          
She pouts as she looks down, "Nico... I want to thank you." I remain silent as she begins to cry, "For loving me and for showing me without question. And I know I shouldn't have told them about the pregnancy but —"
                          
I shake my head and stop her. She said what she had to in order to survive. Those punches would've caused more damage if she didn't say anything, "Don't apologize, dolcezza. Don't apologize. I just need to know how you're feeling."
                          
"It doesn't matter." She says.
                          
"It matters." My eyes capture the clock above the window.
                          
"Why?"
                          
She receives her answer when everything goes black. I can't help the smirk that grows on my face at the sound of boots hitting the ground and shots ringing through the air. 
                          
He wanted war... that's what he got.
                          
With that thought, I remove the tie from around my wrists and slip my small knife back into the sleeve of my shirt.
                          
"Nico!" Farrah exclaims across the dark room.
                          
"Shh," I shush her lightly as I pick the lock of the door between us and make my way to her, "I'm right here."
                          
The closer I am to her, the more my eyes adjust to her body. Leaning up, I hold her waist with one arm and cut her down with the other. Her chest is heaving as her legs buckle but I catch her.
                          
"Hey, breathe, amore mio." I whisper into her ear as she attaches to my chest, "I'm right here. Breathe."
                          
I allow her a second to quietly calm down and massage her wrists in the process. We're captured in silence for a moment before she whispers.
                          
"What's happening, Nico?" 
                          
Actions seem to be the answers to her questions tonight when the door to her room unlocks and opens to reveal the brothers of mine.
                          
Adriano, Luca and Angelo stand at the doorway, sinister smirks on their faces. Crazy ass motherfuckers. I'm almost certain someone set a fire on the way here.
                          
"Brother," Angel chuckles, "Long time no see."
                          
"Zitto, stronzo (Shut up, asshole)."
                          
Luca approaches with an earpiece, a bullet proof vest and a pistol hanging from his gloved hands, all of which he hands to me. The uniform he wears allows for tactical gear loaded with weapons to not so discretely rest on his body.
                          
He glances at Farrah who fights to keep her eyes open from the exhaustion. Luca and I communicate without a word shared between us and I sigh and brush her hair from her face, "Love, Luca is going to keep you safe, okay?"