(ADRIANNA'S POV)
"AAAARON!" I scream as they drag my husband across the floor like a sack of meat.
He's not moving. Oh my god, he's not responding.
They drop him at my feet and my stomach twists into knots the moment I take a closer look.
His face… it's almost unrecognizable.
Gashes and bruises cover every inch of him. Both his eyes are swollen shut. His nose is battered, dry blood trailing from his nostrils. His lips are split and swollen. His left ear is gone. And his fingers… some of them aren't even there.
His clothes are completely covered in his blood.
"AARON!" I shriek, my voice breaking. "OH MY GOD! SOMEBODY HELP US! PLEASE HEL—"
Raffaele slaps me across the face again and I swallow my screams instantly.
Valentino crouches next to me, grabs Aaron by his hair and yanks him upright.
Aaron groans a sound of pure agony, and I let out a sob of relief.
"Aaron…" I whisper, choking back tears. "Baby… you're alive."
"Adrianna," he rasps, his voice trembling.
