Entangled With My Mafia Boss

eeling with panic. I fumbled for my phone, dialing the house manager as my eyes fixed

drained from him. His chest barely rose with each shallow breath, and I could see the rapid flicker of panic

or to myself. My fingers shook violently as I held the phone to my ear, waiting, praying for someone to answer. The line was silent, t

hoed like a countdown, reminding me of every second I had wasted. It seemed absurd that the most powerful man in this house, th

ds, but nothing came. His usual confidence, the aura that surrounded him like a thick fog, was replaced with vul

y ear, pulling me from

gruff, but there was an edge of conce

se, you have to come. Please!" I could barely get the words out fast enough. My throat felt thick, my pulse rushing in my ea

Don't let him-" The line cut out abrupt

aring through me. His hand lay limp beside him, and I instinctively reached down, clutching it, squeezing a

c threatening to choke me. "Stay with me. You can't-" I bit my lip, swa

e him. Not now

o him, the small movements of his chest almost imperceptible, but still there. He was still w

ing, the minutes dragging on like hours. I should have done something sooner. I should have

sperate, but still pleading. I wasn't even sure what I was asking

d do. Should I try CPR? No, I didn't know how. I wasn't trained, and wh

but the words never came. Instead, his breath seemed to catch, his

into his palm as I whispered his name, trying to an

" The tears came before I could stop them, falling freely down my cheeks.

I could feel his warmth fading, slipping through my fingers like sand. His hand, once strong and commanding,

speak, to move, to show any sign that he wasn't slipping away, but there was nothing. The seconds stre

the door c

tching in my throat, it was the h