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"I think you're walking out of my life whether I
tell you or not."
"Fine." Rapp grabbed his mobile phone.
"Who are you calling?"
"The Agency. I'm done with you. I'll baby-sit you until they get some people over here to pick you up."
"Hey hey put the phone away for a second."
"Why? Give me a good reason."
"Because I need you. Because I saved your life once."
"Ain't that convenient. I've saved your life twice and tonight makes three. If you want to get the ledger out, I think it's you who owe me."
Donatella held her fist up against her forehead and closed her eyes as another wave of pain washed over her. "Just give me the kit, and I'll give myself the damn shot."
"Donny, what in the hell is wrong with you? I came here to help you. Why won't you trust me and tell me who hired you?"
"Give me the shot, and I'll tell you."
"Nope." Rapp shook his head.
"Fine." Donatella tried to get off the couch, but Rapp pushed her back down.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Mitch, either give me a shot, or get the hell out of my way."
"No way, Donny. You can either tell me who hired you, or you can tell one of the Agency's doctors." After letting out a moan, she said, "All right fine. Give me the shot, and then I'll tell you."
Rapp looked at her, trying to discern her sincerity. "Do you know who hired you?"
"Yes, dammit! Now give me the damn shot!"
Rapp finally relented and set the kit down. He opened it and found an ampule of morphine. He took the small glass container and held it in front of Donatella's face. "This is your last chance. I'm going to give this to you and then you'd better tell me who hired you to kill Peter Cameron. If you don't, you're going to wish you would have." Rapp stabbed the ampule into her thigh and the painkiller was released into her bloodstream.
It didn't take long for Donatella to begin to relax. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Rapp grabbed a pair of scissors from the kit and began cutting the sleeve from Donatellas bloodstained blouse. His biggest fear now was that she'd lose consciousness from the loss of blood. "Where do you want to start?"
"What do you mean?" Her eyes were getting glassy.
"Who hired you, Donny?"
"Oh we're back to that again."
"Yep." Rapp grabbed one of the towels and started wiping the blood away. "Who hired you, Donny?"
"Oh Mitch, I'm in a lot of trouble."
"I can help. I promise you I'll protect you." Rapp placed one of the towels on the couch. "Here lie down." He gently lowered her onto the towel. He began cleaning the wound. "Whatever kind of trouble you're in, I promise I can help you get out of it." Rapp doused the wound with iodine. Thanks to the morphine, Donatella never felt the sting.
"You have to promise me, Mitchell. You have to promise me that no matter how bad this gets you'll stand by me." Rapp tore open a packet of coagulant powder and sprinkled as much of it into the wound as possible. "Donny, do you trust me?" He looked into her beautiful brown eyes.
Donatella blinked. "Yes, but I'm warning you this is going to get very ugly."
