My mouth keeps closing and opening like a dehydrated fish. The man was looking very healthy yesterday, what the fuck happened?

I ask myself different questions and I come up with no answers. The person that can give me answers is looking helpless and tired, which tells me that the situation is bad.

I decide to woman up, I decide to be strong and courageous. Acting like a weakling will not do me any good.

"Bobby," I call out in the silent hallway, my hand forming into a fist as my fingers dig into my skin. "Can you please tell me what happened?" I ask, when he opens one of his eyes, a sign that he is paying attention to me.

Bobby nods at me, taking his time before answering. He looks sleep deprived, the situation must have made him sleepless.

"Yes." Bobby nods, standing straight while putting on his big boy face. I can see that he is broken inside, anyone can tell that Bobby is fond of Diego. It must be hard to see Diego in such a condition.

I have not seen Diego's situation yet, but him being in the intensive care unit is enough to tell me that he is in a bad condition.

"But I can't tell you here. Let's go to the garden.... I am sure everyone is inside by now,"

I nod at Bobby's suggestion, walking behind him as he leads the way to the garden.

It does not take us more than ten minutes to reach the so called garden, it has seats all over and is covered by glass walls and a glass roof. The place looks rich and expensive.

We sit on a seat that is on the middle and just like Bobby said, there is no one in here.

"So, I know that you are curious." Bobby sighs, lacing his fingers together. I nod when the words settle in my head.

Bobby looks at me for some moments, his eyes have this look; like he is trying to see through me.

"You don't have to tell me," I murmur, feeling uncomfortable. But Bobby shakes his head at me.

"I am sorry. I know me staring is being rude and you must be feeling uncomfortable as well. I am truly sorry." Bobby says, forcing a smile in my direction.

I nod at him, looking at him with a serious expression. Bobby loses his smile when he sees the facial expression I have on.

"Do you remember when I told you to take care of him?" Bobby asks with a sad face.

I nod at him remembering the conversation we had yesterday. He kept telling me the same thing, and even though I felt a bit irritated by his behavior, I still managed to hear every single word he said.

"Diego tried to commit suicide yesterday, an hour or so after you and I left," Bobby says, making me shocked.

"What?" I ask in disbelief. Bobby nods at me, placing his hand into his hair.

"But do you want to know what the saddest part is?" Bobby asks with a chuckle. "This isn't his first time, and I doubt if it will be his last." Bobby whispers the last part in the silent room, making me feel emotional.

"What do you mean it isn't his first time? Does he do this often?" I question, clearing my throat. I do not need to be emotional. I am suppose to be strong, and professional.

"He started doing this before he entered this hellhole. Diego has had a very rough life and it just scares me every single time. He does these things so unexpectedly. I will see him smirking or just normal for an hour or so, but the minute I turn around... I find him with a weapon in his hands, the weapon pressed to his wrist and a look that I can't seem to read on his face." Diego says with anger in his voice, his fists clenched.

"Do... Do you know why he does it?" I question, still failing to believe that the strong man everyone is scared of is passing through all this.

Bobby shakes his head at me, his eyes moving back to the table.

"He never tells me anything. Diego hides his emotions from everyone, he never lets anyone get too close to him. I have tried to get to him. I have tried to talk to him. I have tried to break him, but the guy does not even cry. He is in this little world of his, which is really bothering. He used to smile when we were younger. But now, he is just a shadow of his old self." Bobby rants out pulling on his hair. "I can already tell that this incident won't bring any good. The underboss will be here to take him with him and I already know that Mr Martino will not be happy about it. He will breath fire if he does not find himself in that little home he has built"

"Underboss?" I ask with confusion.

"Yes underboss. You will see the person I am talking about in a few minutes because he is on his way here." He murmurs.

I let the words settle in my head, trying to figure out what is really going on. The case is becoming more complicated and so are my thoughts. The bad part is that I have not even spent an hour in this place!

"I am not even suppose to be telling you this. But I am just tired; I am tired of seeing him in such a condition. Diego is in so much pain and I can't fucking do anything about it, it fucking hurts me." Bobby continues covering his face with his palms. I can tell that he is about to start crying by the way his voice cracks up.

I pull Bobby's hands from his face, confirming that indeed he is crying.

"You know one thing about me is that I am shit at comforting people," I say with seriousness in my voice, making Bobby chuckle. I smile when I see that I have atleast made him chuckle.

"But I know that crying won't solve anything, you are allowed to cry, but you should think about the situation first. Diego or Mr Martino is still alive. You should be happy to see that he is still breathing. So instead of crying, be ready to stand infront of him with a confident look on your face. I know that people hate seeing crying faces when they wake up." The words flow out of my mouth without my consent, and I cringe when they replay in my head.

"This advice does not sound good because I am also shitty at advice." I murmur pinching my nose.

"No, it's alright." Bobby says laughing.

Bobby opens his mouth again, ready to say something when a man comes running inside the garden. The man is breathless, it is really concerning. The man starts talking before we can even ask what he wants.

"Bobby, the underboss is here and he is looking for you." The male I have never seen before says, holding onto the door.

Bobby looks at me with the I told you so face, but I can also see fear in his eyes.

AUTHOR'S NOTE.

I updated on time today lmfao.

This story has a lot of stories inside, it's a bit crazy.

Be safe and happy❤️🤗