The gasp of his name has his eyes flying open, body tense and ready, only to relax slightly when he sees his bride in the most fluffy of robes descending upon him like some sort of angel out of the rafters. He licks his dry lips.

"I can't tell you, caro mio." His eyes turn somber for a moment. "This is the life that I have trapped you into. I will have my secrets and I will ask you to unfairly keep some of them," he says quietly.

Vincenzo shifts to sit up more properly, wincing a little bit. The firefight had been rough. But nothing he couldn't handle. He reaches up to cup his bride's face and brush his thumb over the cheekbone. He's too vibrant to deserve this. Too youthful, too pure and innocent to be marred in blood and shadows.

"I will have Luca drive you to the airport tomorrow. I can't do this." He moves to stand up and hisses, babying his side. "I can't put you through this."