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On the ride back to the farm, I can feel each bump, and the seconds stretch on forever. The doctor is waiting for us, having set up a room that eerily looks like a hospital. We place her on the stretcher, and he hooks a bunch of things up to her. I pace back and forth the whole time.
I dread the moment I have to call Coy. He’s going to kick my ass. I’m not sure if it will be for saving her or for not throwing her into the pig pit. Either way, my muscles strain with the anxiety of the unknown.
It’s not until the sun rises that the doctor focuses his attention on me.
“Will she survive?” I ask, worry building inside me.
“If she survives the next twenty-four hours, she should. In all honestly, she needs a hospital. I can only do so much.”
“That’s out of the question.”
“Give her twenty-four hours. From my experience, it depends on how much swelling is in her brain. But I have no machines to help me determine the severity of her condition. I’ll be back tomorrow to check on her.”
He walks out of the room, leaving me with Gia. I sit beside her, not wanting to make that phone call.
I wake up to my head being pushed into a soft cushion before the sting of the hit has me jumping to my feet. Gia is still unconscious while an angry Coy is standing in front of me. I must have fallen asleep.
“Outside now,” he barks.
I want to defy Coy, stay beside Gia. One more look at him and I know I have to choose the right time to go against him. That moment is not now.
“Why is Gia fucking Rossi on her deathbed in my fucking house?” he yells at me once we step outside. Max pokes his head out, and I nod him away. “I should throw both of you to the fucking pigs!”
“You’re thinking of this entirely the wrong way.” I keep my bored, uninterested expression as I think on my feet. I hate everything that Gia represents with a passion. But she doesn’t deserve to die.
His eyes go wide, venom radiating from him. He steps in, raising his fist to hit me.
“Hear me out.” I stand tall against him.
He steps into his punch. I could stop it, but I’ll let him get one good hit in. My head whooshes backward, his knuckles cutting into my skin.
“Nicoli Rossi will do anything to keep his daughters safe. They are his weakness,” I continue, swiping at the blood on my teeth with my tongue.
“He will kill every last one of us if she dies or is harmed in any way.”
“Not if she falls in love.”
“I’m not interested in a girl more than ten years younger than me.” He scoffs.
“Not you.” I hold my tongue from calling him a fucking idiot. “Me.”
Coy laughs in my face. “How hard did I fucking hit you? Nicoli will never allow one of his daughters to marry a Mancini. He will never accept a truce of that nature.”
“That’s where your vision is too small. We conquer, refusing to accept second best. Gia is the key to the gates. With her by my side, we can take over. After all, a Rossi will still be there as a figurehead and as my wife.”
“The risk is astronomical.”
“The payout is worth it.”
Coy stands silent, thinking over my plan. He’s trying to think of a way to use me. This plan will strengthen me and cause me to be a bigger competitor to him. In the end, I’m disposable to him. The true power struggle will end once I’m dead.
“You’re fucking crazy. You’re too young to know any better.”
“It’s a thought, Coy. Let’s wait and see if the girl even lives. This argument could be pointless.”
“Let me know if you feed the pigs,” he replies, referring to if she dies and I need to get rid of her body.
“Want to know beforehand?”
“I want no part of this until she’s awake.”
“Yes, sir.”
Coy walks toward his car, getting in and spinning dust from his wheels in my direction.
If Gia doesn’t live, I’m a dead man. Coy is too much of a pussy to keep me alive. He’s too afraid of the Rossis. When I take over and reign, I’ll never fear them. Fear makes a leader weak. It makes them soft.
