Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 492 -

*Olivia*

I stared blankly at the kitchen wall, rotating my wrist constantly as I stirred the frying pan I'd placed on the stove. I didn't even remember what I had thrown in there, much less whether it was done or not.

Dazed, I was on the verge of dissociating as I waited for the food to cook. Half my mind knew that Maria always made breakfast, and the other half was certain I had to do this myself. In the middle were a bunch of thoughts my exhausted mind couldn't even piece together.

The sunshine pouring through the window was mocking me, warning me how late it had gotten in the day. Elio was hungry, I was sure of it. I blinked, slowly, like I was trying to swim through molasses. Everything around me was running at different speeds, faster and slower than I'd like.

I swayed back and forth, humming one of the catchy tunes from Elio's toy. I didn't know why but it kept playing on repeat in my head, singing over and over like one of those repetitive tunes on the radio.

I blinked to keep myself awake, struggling to keep my balance as I swayed dangerously into the stove. Luckily, the heat wasn't that hot and I didn't feel even the slightest bit of warmth.

"Uh, Olive?"

I jolted, dropping the utensil in my hand. It rattled along the pan and I spat out, "Fiddlesticks," as I stared at the wooden spoon in disappointment. What was I going to stir breakfast with now? "You made me drop my spoon," I pouted, glancing over my shoulder at Dahlia. "How am I going to finish breakfast?"

"Are you okay?" Dahlia asked, concerned, approaching me and leaning over my shoulder. She stared down at the pan of breakfast with an odd look on her face and then glanced at me, worriedly. "Did you even sleep?" "Can't remember. Why?" I yawned, reaching for the spoon. My palm hit something soft, cold, and gooey and I grimaced, glancing down to see what it was.

Oh, I'd put my hand on the frying pan.

"You're trying to cook an unbroken egg... and is that one of Elio's slime toys?" Dahlia raised an eyebrow, giving me a weird look. "Plus, the stove's not even on, Olive."

"Oh," I said, glancing down at the supposed breakfast.

Sure enough, inside of the frying pan was an unbroken egg just sitting there and gooey green slime covering my hand. With my palm side to the bottom of the pan, if it had been on, I'd be suffering from third-degree burns. "Sit down before you hurt yourself," Dahlia sighed, shaking her head.

She grabbed the frying pan, plucking my hand out and pulling it from the stove. She put the egg back into the fridge and threw away the slime.

"But Elio's hungry," I said, watching her dazedly. "I've got to make breakfast for him. He's probably crying right now-"

Before Dahlia could catch me, I raced out of the kitchen and to my suite. I hummed softly that stupid song, hearing it echo down the hallway as I approached Elio's room. I opened up the door, smiling brightly as I approached his crib. "Elio," I called out in a sing-song voice, glancing down at the crib.

My smile fell.

It was still empty.

"Olive," I heard Dahlia call gently from behind me. "You know he's not there."

I did know.

But I kept forgetting. Or maybe I just wanted to forget, hoping that every time I came back to check, he'd magically be there, back where I could hold him and keep him safe... back when he'd play with his toy that had the song that drove me nuts.

God, I would give anything to hear his little laugh again, to hear him giggling at what sound the cow or cat made. 'Meow,' he'd say, waddling around on his little legs, pointing at every little thing as he cried it over and over again. Suddenly that song in my head was unbearable, and I stared emptily down at my son's crib, wanting nothing more than to burn it into pieces, to destroy every part of it until I didn't have to look at it anymore. Until it wasn't empty.

"Come on, Olive." Dahlia wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me away from the crib.

I kept my head down, leaning my weight on Dahlia as she directed me out of the room. By the time my consciousness came back from wherever it had gone, Dahlia was already sitting me on the couch in the living room. "Dolly," I whimpered, glancing at my best friend as she took the seat beside me, making sure to keep me close unless I took off to Elio's room and actually made good on my threats.

But I needed the crib intact, for when Elio came back.

"Anyone know why there's a frying pan coated in slime on the counter?" I heard a distant shout from the kitchen. "Dahlia?"

Dahlia rolled her eyes as Giovani appeared in the doorway with a perplexed look on his face.

"Don't blame me. It was your wife," she said, sassily, crossing her arms.

Being unfairly accused of such nonsense would probably do that to anyone normal, but right now, I was too completely out of it to be normal.

"Elio's hungry," I whimpered, glancing at my husband with wide, sad eyes.

He softened, letting the hurt and fear in his eyes show for a moment as he approached me.

"I know, carina," he told me softly. "But we'll get him back today. I'm going to go out with Gabriele to trail Lorenz if we can. And once we confirm that he's not in the building, Salvatore will lead Tallon and Alessandro to Elio. He'll be back before you know it, and then you can feed him something more nutritious than slime, okay?"

"Okay," I muttered, softly.

He leaned over to press a kiss on the top of my head. "I'll call you as soon as they replace him or if something unexpected happens."

I nodded. All I could do at this point as I watched Gio get to his feet to leave. He turned back at the last moment, giving me a worried look and I saw the tip of his fingers twitch like he wanted to reach out and never let go.

But his duty won out and he vanished down the hallway. Soon enough, I heard the door slam shut, leaving me all alone in the living room.

Time passed by slowly. Dahlia tried her best to cheer me up in whatever way she could, taking my mind off the situation with her bad soap operas, even showing me random videos she found on the internet with the hope that it might make me laugh, but nothing worked.

She tried to get me to eat, even getting Maria on my case, but neither of them pushed the issue when I refused. I didn't mean to be difficult. I just couldn't stomach anything at the moment.

It felt like my whole body was a ball of rubber bands, and each layer was another horrible feeling laced on top of one another-terror of what would become of my family, grief over the betrayal of someone I thought I could trust, despair over what we've already gone through and what Elio could possibly be going through now, and guilt over losing my son under my own watch.

The deeper I went, the worse it got.

Curled up on the couch, we waited for any sign of news until finally, my phone began to ring. I was the first to react, hitting my knee across the coffee table as I lunged for it. "Hello?" I answered anxiously. "Gio?"

"It's me," Gio said, sounding winded. There was a grim note to his tone like he had bad news to deliver.

My heart sank.

"Where's Elio? Is he hurt? Where are you? What's going on?" The questions flew out of my mouth at a rapid speed.

"I'm fine and Elio's fine." Gio cut through my rambling, straight to the point as always. "We got him, Olivia. He's here with me and he's unharmed. We're both safe, carina."

I could hear the sound of babbling, sobs, and teary sniffles that I could recognize as easily as my own heartbeat-Elio.

"Oh thank god." I collapsed onto the floor on my knees, my heart beating a thousand times per minute as the sheer relief filled me like an overinflated balloon. Tears burst down my face and despite hearing that they were safe, all I wanted was my son back home with me and in my arms.

"Olivia." Gio hesitated, and I heard the sound of whispering coming through, probably Tallon or Alessandro. My husband sighed, and I knew something had gone wrong.

"What happened? Who's hurt?" I demanded, trying to remain strong despite the overwhelming stress building up deep in my bones. I felt like I'd aged ten years in just these past two days.

"It's your father," Gio told me bluntly, with an apologetic tone. "He was shot, and there wasn't enough time and everything happened so fast. I had to get Elio out of there. We had to leave him there."

I opened my lips to reply but nothing came out.

I didn't know how to feel. Should I be sad? Worried? Angry? I wasn't any of those things at the moment. Perhaps, it just hadn't sunk in yet, or maybe, my heart had been too burned to care. Maybe I was cruel. But then, hadn't my father hurt me first? Wasn't he just getting what he deserved? My head ached thinking about it so I didn't.

But I needed to focus on my baby.

"I'm on my way now. We're almost there," Gio said. "I love you."

"I love you too," I murmured distantly, and the call ended.

"What happened?" Dahlia asked worriedly, seeing the tense look on my face.

"Elio's fine. He's safe and they got him out, but my father... Salvatore, he got hurt and they had to leave him behind," I said so distantly that even I could hear the disconnect in my voice. "They're almost here."

"Olive... I'm so sorry." Dahlia reached for me, intending to comfort me, but I shrugged it off.

"I'm not," I told her bluntly, then headed for the front door. All I wanted was my family-my husband and my son. Everything else could be dealt with later.

My heart raced as I heard the lock turning and finally, I spotted a mess of curly hair tucked within the arms of Gio. He gave me a tired smile and silent tears ran down my face.

"He's still a little out of it. They drugged him," Gio warned me but I didn't care.

I ran to them, immediately pulling my baby from Gio's arms and into mine.

"Elio!" I cried, and his little head lifted up as I clutched him tightly to my chest.

I sobbed his name over and over, grabbing every part of his body I could feasibly reach, checking for any kind of wounds.

His clothes were dirty and dusty, his face smudged with some kind of dark substance, and he looked just as dazed as I had been earlier, but he was safe. He was okay and he was here. In my arms.

I kissed his face over and over, relishing having him with me once more. "I'll never leave you alone again, ever," I promised him, repeating it over and over.

"Mama?" His voice was weak, blinking softly like he was half-asleep, but the moment I smiled tearfully at him, he let out the loudest wail I had ever heard from him. He screamed "Mama!" and buried himself in my arms until he was just a mop of curls.

I cried with him.

Gio enfolded us into his arms, all three of us absolutely tired. Dahlia took the moment to ruffle his hair, speaking to him softly, but Elio refused to look at anyone, just clutched onto me like I was the only thing in the world. His whole body trembled as he stubbornly pressed his face into the crook of my neck. I was quite the same. Dahlia understood, softly telling him she'd see him in the morning before Gio directed us back to our suite.

We bypassed Elio's room, not even considering the thought as we headed straight into our room. Exhausted, I sat on the bed as Gio shut the door, locking it tightly like he never had before. Even the curtains were pulled over the window after making sure they were firmly locked.

It was only once the three of us were securely inside our room that I finally began to relax. It took some difficulty and a lot of convincing, but we managed to get Elio to let go of my neck long enough to get him a bath.

I washed him up, horrified to discover a few bruises on his legs and arms.

They weren't anything major but enough to send my anger returning. When at least all three of us were clean and in new clothes, we all collapsed into the bed, Elio tucked safely between us.

He refused to let go of me, strands of my hair in one hand and my shirt clutched into the other, but finally, he began to fall asleep.

Finally, all three of us were together.