After Hearing My Mafia Boyfriend’s Thoughts, I Chose To Die Alone

Three days ago, the Lucchese Family's assassins ambushed a Moretti Family stronghold, and I threw myself in front of Eric without a second thought.

That was the fourth time I'd taken a bullet for him.

But before I could even begin to recover from the gunshot wound, my attending physician handed me an even more devastating diagnosis: late-stage brain cancer. The tumor had already metastasized, and I had less than a month to live.

Just as I sat there in agony,Eric walked in，he strode to my bedside and took my hand, his expression tender with concern.