"Oh my God, Sav, are you okay?" Loretta rushed over to me. I slowly got up, clutching my stab wound on my stomach, which was bleeding pretty heavily.

"Did you call the guys?" I asked.

"My phone was out of battery," she answered. "Fuck, Sav, we need to get you to the hospital." She helped me walk to the car, where I sat in the passenger seat and she drove, speeding and crossing all of the red lights. One of my burner phones was in the car, so I picked it up and dialled Fabricio's number. He didn't pick up.

"What's the home phone number?" I asked. I dialled it in as Loretta told me and called that. A maid picked up.

"You have reached the Russo household, how can I help you?" said the maid.

"Get the Don or anyone on the phone now!" I screamed down the phone. I heard her yelp slightly, and there was some running and shuffling, then I heard Fabricio's voice.

"Sav? Are you okay? I'm so sor-"

"Kasim's fucking brother attacked us in the spa. He stabbed me. We are on our way to the hospital. His dead body is in the spa. Can you deal with it?"

I heard him cursing, throwing some stuff and smashing things, and shouting orders at men on the other side of the phone. "It will be sorted; I will see you at the hospital." I hung up the phone.

Once I was all stitched up, I could see that there were a crap tonne of people outside my hospital room, waiting to be allowed in to see me, but I told the doctors not a single one was my family, and I didn't want to see anyone except family. Once they discharged me, I decided to climb out of the window, and I ran across the parking lot, over to my car. I broke into it, and hotwired it, then drove off. Fucking hell. I just got stabbed, what would make this day even worse is to have a whole bunch of Italians fawning all over me. It made me sick to my stomach. I'm sure they would have realised I was gone by now, so I pressed the accelerator slightly more, and went to the dodgy part of Rome, where they were multiple little gangs that sold drugs for the main mafia. I really just needed a fucking fight. I know that sounds stupid because I was just in a fight, but I just needed to beat someone up.

"Hey darling," a boy called out to me, "nice ride," he nodded towards my car.

"What is someone with a car like that, doing in a place like this?" said another guy, wearing a red baseball cap, walking over towards me.

"Take another step and I will kill you."

"Aw, darling, making threats, it's sweet," said a different guy, with his jeans so far down they showed his yellow boxers.

"I want to fight someone," I shrugged my shoulders.

"None of us would fight you, but I would do something else to you that began with f," said the guy with the baseball cap, taking another step towards me. I stepped towards him, punching him square in the face, causing his nose to bleed. He held it and looked up at me, then at the car, then at me, then at my bracelet, spotting the white rose on it.

"You're the assassin working for the Italian mafia?" he said. Wow, he is smarter than I thought he would be, I was pretty shocked.

"Anastasia Hills?" a man called out behind me. "Your Don tortured my best friend." A man with a very scruffy beard and moustache, wearing a black t shirt and baggy jeans stepped out of a house, and went down about seven stairs before getting on my level.

"I have no idea about that," I said.

"He was a bit upset, because my little gang has been stepping on his toes a little bit," he pouted, but in a way that taunted me.

"You know he owns Italy right now?" I asked, "you seem pretty stupid. You should let baseball cap over there run the place, he's clever." I looked over at baseball cap, and he grinned proudly, but stopped when he looked at the scruffy bearded man.

"I don't care. Domenico would let me do this."

"Domenico is dead, and he was a woman and child trafficker."

"I know; I got my best women from him," he smiled wickedly, and I kicked him in the dick. He was fuming now, steam looked like it was literally coming out of his ears. I grabbed the gun that I had stuffed in my waistband, hidden until now, from back at the spa, and aimed it at his head. He held his hands up in surrender.

"You got any weapons on you?" I asked. He shook his head. "Baseball cap, search him." Baseball cap found no weapons. "You want an even fight?" I placed the gun on the floor and kicked it away, then lifted my hands in front of me, putting them in fists, ready to fight. The scruffy beard man was ready, and so we fought. It was a dance, and he was pretty clumsy, barely landing any punches on me, but I landed too many to count on him. Eventually I was kneeling over him, punching his face again, and again, and again, whilst he called out for me to stop. I got up off him, picked up the gun, and shot him in the head.

"He raped women stolen by the scumbag Domenico, he doesn't deserve to walk another step on this earth. Whatever gang he was part of," I addressed the crowd that had now gathered, "know this: Don Sandrino may be the most feared man in Italy, but I am the most feared woman in the world. Stepping on the Don's toes means stepping on mine. Got it?" There were nods all around. "Put baseball cap in charge." I said.

"But-" started someone in the crowd.

I pointed my gun at him. "Was that a question?" I asked.

"No," he replied, looking down.

"Well then it requires no answer. I will be back." With that, I turned on my heel, got into my car, and drove as the crowds parted.

I hadn't realised because of all of the adrenaline, but my side was in an immense pain, and I looked down to see I was bleeding out of my cut as the stitches had come undone. Fuck sake. I went back to the hospital, where I could see loads of cars I recognised, and many men in black with huge guns searching the place, looking for me.

"Boys," I called out to them, "I'm here, call off the search." They looked at me, and nodded.

I went inside, and was met with the family, who were acting pretty frantic, until they saw me.

"Where the fuck were you?" asked Fabricio, his eyes looking dark as he glared at me.

"Your gang issue has been solved," I shrugged, "but I ripped my stitches in the fight, so I need them fixed." When I said this, Fabricio completely melted, and darted his eyes down to see where I was bleeding through my clothes again, grabbing me bridal style and taking me over to the doctor.

"No fighting until this is healed, okay?" The doctor looked sternly at me. I nodded, but I didn't know whether or not I would follow this rule. I mean, it depended on the circumstances. If it was rip my stitches or save my parent's life, for example, I would rip my stitches in less than a heartbeat.

"I'll look after her," said Fabricio, giving me a warning stare, that gave me some idea of what would be waiting for me if I stepped out of line. It was funny how he thought he could tell me what to do.

For the rest of my birthday we had a huge dinner and I opened all of the presents from my friends. I had various designer bags, shoes, jewellery, even a car from Dimitri, because I kind of ruined my old one when I hotwired it.

"Fabricio?" I said to him as we sat on one of the sofas in the garden, just the two of us, sipping red wine.

"Yes?" he turned to look at me.

"I need to leave." His face sunk, and he looked sad.

"Loretta told me what you said in the spa."

"I still love you," his face lifted slightly, "but I can't be here. I know it looks like I keep running away, but... it's hard okay? I hate the smothering from everyone, especially now we are whatever we are, I hate it, it makes my blood boil. That's why I left the hospital, if I didn't and I let everyone smother me, I know I would snap."

"I love you Savannah, I know it's hard for you. I will tell everyone to just give you some space," he spoke calmly and softly, taking my hand and squeezing it. "I only just got you, I'm not about to let you go."

I sighed. "Can we go away together then? In the New Year?"

He clenched his jaw slightly, "I need to be here. We only just got in power, and it is so unsteady still at the moment, even though everyone has pledged allegiance, and you dealt with the gang, I still need to show my face, and be here."

"Can we get our own house?"

"The estate is the most protected house of them all, and considering your bad luck recently, I think you should stay here too."

"Fuck sake," I muttered, "just give me space, and tell everyone else to give me space too." I stood up. He looked slightly taken aback,

"You want space from me too?"

"I just need space from everyone okay? I just fucking need some space. I feel so smothered and just overwhelmed by everything, the fights, the stabwounds, the emotions I was feelings, the emotions everyone else is showing me, you, the rest of the Russos, my mother, my father suddenly completely changing his tune about everything, Nadia is pissing me off, I am uspet that Loretta almost died because of me, Nasir was being too thankful, and so was Haris, Aleksander just wanted to hug me all the time, Donna was being so motherly and smothering, Dimitri was always with Nadia, and that made me pissed off at him too. I just need some fucking space." At the end of it I was shouting, and I could see Nadia in the corner of my eye, looking sad as she overheard me. "Yes, Nadia, you are pissing me off. You act like you own the house and you act like you fucking own me. Stop ordering me. I am twenty-fucking-five years old, you are younger than me, you are not my boss anymore, nor were you ever really, you just gave me some names and made sure I got paid, so stop fucking scolding me like I am a blood child."

"I-I-" she was stuttering.

"Can everyone just fuck off and give me some space?!" I yelled, and I stormed into the house.