Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Both opposite, one was my sunlight and the other my moonlight. I needed them both in my life, and couldn’t survive without the other. Maxwell talked about managing. I hoped he was right. But, they were not the sort of men to be controlled.
Who was I to think that I could?
Still I couldn’t fight the feeling of wanting to keep them both.
Would I be their ruin? Or would they be mine?
The elevator doors slid open, pulling me out of my thoughts.
Giorgio carried me off the elevator and looked at David. “Why are we on the second floor?”
“I thought she should see a doctor first.”
Giorgio nodded.
David led us forward.
I scanned the space.
The Brotherhood had taken over the entire level and shifted it into a hospital. The pungent scent of blood, alcohol, and sweat hung thick on the air. Wounded men and busy medics lined the hallways. All of the rooms’ doors were open, showing their injured inside.
“I had this set up for Blue.” David guided us to a room at the end of the hall. A white shirt and jeans lay on the edge of the bed. With closer inspection, I realized they were my clothes.
Giorgio lay me on the bed. “You should get out of those wet clothes and clean up.”
David gazed at me. “I agree. We should also leave her alone.”
Giorgio frowned.
“Once we do, I will get a doctor.” David turned to him. “Let us go.”
Giorgio groaned in annoyance and walked off with him.
David closed the door behind them.
Well. . .they’re kind of working together. . .Maybe they would do the same when it came to our love.
Hope filled me. I began to peel off my wet clothes. It took me forever to change since I was so exhausted.
Several minutes later, someone knocked on the door.
An older man ducked his head in and spoke in broken English. “I. . .am. . .doctor.”
I nodded.
Walking in, he wore a white lab coat. It was splattered with crimson specks of blood. I assumed he must have been healing people for hours.
Dark circles formed under his eyes.
I lay in the bed while he checked my vitals. For a long time, he listened to my lungs. His eyes scanned my face and body, then he took out a penlight and shined it in my eyes, one after the other.
“O. . .kay.” He noted my temperature, then he looked at my mouth and ears and listened to my breathing. “Not. . .bad.”
He watched the readout from a little machine that hummed like an insect and then bobbed his head. Once done, he said, “You. . .stay. . .tonight.”
I pointed to the bed. “In here?”
“Tonight.” Nodding, he gestured to the bed. “Under. . .covers.”
Sighing, I got under all the blankets. “Okay.”
“Tonight.” He smiled. “I come. . .I look. . .at you a lot. Eat. Drink. Rest.”
I leaned my head back on the pillow. “Alright.”
He left the room.
Damn it. I wanted to check on the Mouse.
I forced myself to lie perfectly still, but my eyes roved the room.
This space was not as nice as mine several floors up. It was simply furnished—full size bed, one night stand, and a small writing desk. The tiny bathroom had a shower, toilet, and sink. The lamp on the nightstand was shaped like a rose.
On the wall there was one painting of five men in bright red robes, stretching their hands to the sky.
Shit. Do I really have to be here all night?
For the next hour, I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds from outside the door—the wounded groaning in pain, people walking back and forth, hurried Italian words. Some people shouted. Others screamed. I even swore I heard the noise of several rapid gunshots above me.
Finally, someone knocked on the door.
Excited for any conversation, I slowly sat up. “Come in.”
The door opened.
To my surprise, Valentina strolled in with a big bouquet of blue roses. They sat in a large crystal vase.
O-kay.
Additionally, Valentina appeared to be ready for an extravagant occasion. She wore a long flowing blue silk dress with a plunging neckline that showed off her ample breasts. It had two splits that went up to her hips. Each time she took a step, those long, perfectly toned legs were on full display.
Wow.
Tonight, her blonde hair fell down to her shoulders in lush waves.
Red coated those lips.
She looked like a fashion model strutting on a runway. A queen stepping down from her throne. A goddess preparing to be worshiped.
Damn. Kazimir and her family really have some good genes.
“They just told me what happened.” Valentina placed the roses on the nightstand. “Had I known, I might have demanded to be helicoptered to the area. Perhaps, I would still be swimming in that ocean for you.”
“Thanks for worrying about me.” I put my attention back on the roses. A sweet, floral scent rode the room.