His Little Flower (Felix and Flora) novel Chapter 202

Chapter 202 

There was a horse. And Nico. Nico was chasing it, but couldn’t reach it. He kept grabbing the horse’s tail, and the horse would pick up speed and leave Nico behind. My eyes opened for a second and a flash of light hit me. I clenched my eyes shut. I felt someone bring my head closer to them and make me lean on their shoulder. Yeah, that was more comfortable. The horse was gone now. And so was Nico. I was there. Just me. I could see a rainbow, but it was just red and black in color. My head fell to the side. I woke up with a jerk. 

“You okay?” Nico asked from beside me. “Go bork to sleep.” 

I sat up straighter, shaking my head. “I was having the strangest dreams,” I told him. I gulped, my throat suddenly very dry. I fished in my bag for a water bottle, and found a small one. It was half full. I quickly drank it down. 

I had been in the hospital for a while now. A few hours, Julian was alright, I knew. A shot in the shoulder wouldn’t really hurt, but I was so anxious. I just needed to see him. 

I looked at Nico, “Are they done operating on Julian?” 

He shook his head, “Some complication. The bullet is too deep. But don’t worry. The doctor assured its going to be fine.” 

“I know,” I gulped. I don’t know why I said that, maybe to pacify myself. 

Nico put his arm around my shoulder, and I reached up to hold his hand. He squeezed. I let out a huge sigh. “The complications and problems seem never ending.” 

Nico nodded. “I know, Ginny. I’m sorry. But its all going to be alright. Soon.” 

“Where’s Nunt 

“I sent her home.” Nico’s voice was low, His tone was clipped 

“Don’t be mad at her,” I told him, “She was really scared, too. You should talk to her.” 

*I will,” he sighed, “I’m not mad at her. I just don’t know how to deal with all this.” 

“Who was that guy?” 

“Her brother’s man.” 

“Her brother?” I asked, shocked. “So why did he keep saying you belong to him and all that?” 

Nico made a disgusted face, “He has some weird incestuous obsession with her. I thought I put a full stop to that before we got married. I talked to him, even threatened him. And her father, too. But I guess I’ll have to do more, now.” 

Nico’s jaw clenched. His protective instincts were clicking in. I could recognize it because they used to click in for me all these y 

“What are you going to do?” 

years. 

“I’ll speak to Papa about it. Some kind of intervention is necessary. I’m sure e Zio is planning it, too. They can’t attack us at our own place and threaten our women then expect no repercussions.” 

I giggled, “Attack our women? Very uncharacteristic of you.” 

Nico rolled his eyes, “You know what I mean, Ginny. What if he’d done something to you?” 

I smiled. “I don’t think this anger is about me.” 

His lips pursed. “Whatever the circumstances, Nua is still my wife. It is my duty to protect her. And I am going to do that non 

“Blood on your hands?” matter what.” 

That made me smile a little. This was a new side of Micu. I guess marrying N 

Nua meant more than I thought it would. It had changed him so much – he 

“god on my was talking about dury and vengeance like a proper matosi, 

The mafia doctor who had been assigned to Julian appeared, and walked over to where Don and Donna were sitting. He began speaking to them, and I rushed on over to listen. “Your brother is now fine. We have taken out the bullet,” the doctor told them, “You can take him home in a few days. The wound will need to be dressed often, so I would suggest a nurse. Don, I’ll provide you with one.” He looked at me then, “Miss Espocito, don’t worry too much. Dante will be fine in a jiffy. This is not his first injury. I don’t think it will be the last.” 

“Can I go see this "He nodded. 

I ran to his room. Or at least, I waddled to his room. That was my best run with this big belly. 

“Julian!” I rushed into the room. He was sitting up already, and his face lit up with a smile the moment he saw me. 

“Ginevra.” He smiled. When he saw me running, he admonished, “Slow down, my love.” 

I sat down beside him, and pulled his face to mine. I proceeded to kiss him all over the face. His forehead, his eyes, his nose, his cheeks, his chin. He chuckled, “Alright, alright. Stop!” 

*1 was so worried.” I let out a sob. I didn’t know I was going to cry. It was stupid. There was no point. “Does it hurt?” 

He slowly and softly stroked my hair, “It doesn’t. Please don’t worry. Its not good for you.” 

I nodded, sniffling. 

“Have you eaten?” 

1 shook my head, and he frowned. “Eat, Ginevra.” 

“I will in a bit, I promise. Just let me be near you for a while.” 

He grabbed my hand, interlacing our fingers. It felt right, so real. My hand belonged in his 

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“Your shoulder keeps getting injured,” I said, trying to make a joke, “Its cursed or something. 

He rolled his eyes, “You’re correct. It’s been fucked for a while now, Bastard could at least have shot the other soldier. 

I smiled sadly. 

“Where are Mariano and Emilio? Did they get him? Who was he 

“They did. Um,” I hesitated telling him what I knew, “It was Nu’s brother’s man.” 

“Why?” He asked incredulously. 

“I’m not sure. Nua hasn’t told everything yet.” 

Just then, Don and Consigliere entered the room. I sat back. 

Don approached the bed first, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. “Hey, kid,” he said gruffly. 

Consigliere followed behind, his hands shoved into his pockets. “How ya feeling, fratello?” he asked with a warm smile. 

Julian gave them a look. “Hey guys,” he said. “I’m okay, just a little sore. Not my first bullet.”