AN: Sozzers for terribly late post. I have been everywhere and my priorities have been a bit screwed as of late. Starting two new stories? What the hell was I thinking? Probably about my 3 sexy boys. Why the heck not?

Niks

"Hey what the hell did I say about flirting! Dicendomi di non flirtare ancora si sta per pomiciata suo faccia!" I smirked as the nurses wheeled me past Flack and Lee.

"Greim orm Niks." I laughed as I got pushed towards my room, pretending I had a steering wheel. "How old are you? 5?"

"Nope, I'm 3. Neewwwwwwwwnn." The nurses wheeled me into a room and motioned for me to get out of the wheelchair. I pouted at having to give up my steering wheel but I hopped onto the bed nevertheless. "Thank you. " I lifted the hospital shirt to see my wound- well wounds, plural. I've been shot 3 times now. Last time I got shot me and Lee made a 10 buck bet. Next time I got shot if they were in a triangle, Lee would owe me 10 bucks. I smiled before putting my shirt back down. Luckily Lee hadn't seen. "Where's Danny and Angel?" I looked for them but I couldn't see them anywhere and the looks on Lee and Flack's faces were not good.

"Well, Danny went to get coffee and Angel's still in surgery." Lee said. Okay. Now why is it, my phones goes off at the awkwardest moments, I will probably never know. I reached into my pocket for my phone and saw it was my ma.

"How the hell?" I murmured, Lee looked at me confused. "It's my ma." I answered. "Ciao, Mamma. Qual è la ragione per voi mi chiama?"

"Cara, ho appena sentito che hanno sparato. E 'Kaylee con te?" How the hell with Ma's impressionante timing.

"Ma, naturalmente, Lee è qui. Lei è la mia migliore amica, perché ti hanno nemmeno bisogno di chiederlo? E come ... in realtà, non hanno nemmeno cominciare a dirmi come hai scoperto, ho solo appena uscito di maledetto chirurgia. " Lee looked at me when she heard her name in the midst of fast-spoken Italian. My family speak it fast, it's kind of a inherited thing. How she even heard her name is freaking beyond me.

"Passare lei al telefono, Nika. Ho bisogno di parlare con lei. Andate a cercare tuo fratello, mentre che ci sei." I almost gasped. How the- actually I should give up looking for answers in this family. I seriously should.

"La mia mamma ti vuole al telefono." I smacked my forehead before switching to English. "My Ma wants you on the phone. Damn brain. I'm going to look for Danny. You guys wait for Angel and Don, call Lee's phone to let me know about Angel. Oh and by the way, Lee, you owe me 20 bucks now. My bullet scars make a triangle and I want my money later. Ciao peeps. " I handed my phone to Lee who just rolled her eyes and handed me her phone . I jumped into my wheelchair and made my way to the cafe. I scanned the crowd for Danny where I found him by a window with his head in his hands sulking. I wheeled myself over to him. "Questo sedile preso, amore?" He looked up sadly and smiled. "Danny, come here." I hugged him tightly. I let him go and kissed him gently. "I'm a tough cookie. I've been shot before. Don't ever think that I'm gonna stop fighting. Cuz you've got the wrong girl." He smiled. I jumped on to the seat and pulled my wheelchair to the side out of people's way.

"It's just- I don't want to lose you. Not now, not ever. You know?" I did know. I lost my childhood friend (Not Lee, another) Lara Marella like this. I cried for weeks. I nodded, eyes going glossy.

"Don't make me start with all this emotional stronzate. You won't get me to stop." I smiled looking into his sky blue eyes. Damn it. Damnity damn. He laughed. "I'm serious." I gasped in disbelief. I pouted when my phone- well Lee's phone started ringing with A Bratz song. Really? I thought I told her to seriously drop the Bratz crap. "Bastardo cosa. Helloooo? Carter here on somebody's phone- that I stole."

"You're such a bitch Nika."

"Cheers chica. Now, how's the jackass Angel? And I thought I told you to drop the Bratz muzic. What do think I'm gonna think when Forever Diamondz is playing on your speakers? Explain now chica." Hehehe. Evil is I. I smirked evilly. I was so going to give the krazy college videos I managed to savage to Don and Danny.

"If we weren't Detectives, I would so kill you right now. Angel's fine. He's down the hall on the left from the cafe. Kieran's just come through and like you he's talking but going no where. You can deal with your brother. Me and Don'll take Fletcher."

"Don't turn things into a make out session." I could tell she rolled her eyes. She hung up the call. "Damn it, she hung up on me. C'mon, let's go. You can meet my jackass of a brother." I got into my wheelchair and wheeled myself out of the cafe. I turned left at the exit and down the hall. I wheeled myself into his room, ready to annoy him. "Damn it Angel. You seriously are an idiot. " I wheeled myself next to him.

"Yeah, maybe, but I almost defending you, sorelina." Oh god, here we go with the guilt trip.

"I can defend myself. I don't need you to protect me fratello. I can look after myself. I kick the hell out of bad guys for a living. I can karate kick a gun out of a dude's hand. Getting yourself almost killed for me, may be heroic but I am not losing you Angel. Too much merda has happened in the past 3 years for that to happen. I do not need that to happen. Lara, Freya and Jake died for me. I don't need you doing that too." Angel held out his arms for a hug. My brother, a jackass he may be, he always gave a good hug when you needed one. I hugged him tightly.

"You know that wasn't your fault. They died because Erik killed them, you know that. You only managed to get out of there alive. There was nothing you could've done." He whispered. I pulled away and wiped the tear that fell down my cheek. I sat back in my wheelchair with my head down, my hair covering my face as I thought about my best friends that were murdered in cold blood by my demented ex-boyfriend. This was back in college, I'd known Lee for ages by then and it was all our little group, but Lara, Freya and Jake had practically grew up in my house. Never spent a weekend alone. I heard someone come into the room but kept my head down anyways. I hate crying. But I couldn't help the tears falling, all I could do was quieten the sobbing.