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Call me when you have news. The visitor is settling into his new home. Brief me on your expectations.
Picturing the treatment my grandfather probably inflicted on our guest gives me a moment’s satisfaction and I dash off a quick reply.
What state is he in?
I hopehe’s conscious at least, only to prolong his suffering.
I’m not sure what was in that injection, but he’s paralyzed. The doctor checked him over and believes he had a stroke. His vital signs are good, and he responds with his eyes, so his brain is functioning. Relax in the knowledge, he’s going nowhere. How is your woman?
A simple question that there is no answer for. Firstly, I don’t know how she is and secondly, she may never agree to be my woman, so I type,
Alive.
The next text is from Flynn.
Fucking update me, you bastard. What’s happening? I’m out of my freaking mind here.
I tap back.
You’re always out of your freaking mind, you nutjob. Winter’s alive but lost her memory. She suffered a nasty blow to her head on the way down. The only good thing about that is she can’t remember what an asshole you are.
The third is from Malik.
There is currently a specialist on standby and can arrange transport to the best hospital in the world for Winter. Tell me when I can proceed.
Thanks man, but it’s ok for now. She may need some help when we leave the hospital. I’ll keep you updated. She’s lost her memory, but otherwise all seems fine. She injected Massimo with something. Find out who picked that up because we need to discover what it contained.
As I shut off my phone, I grab the coffee and head back, hating the fact she was out of my sight for five minutes already.
* * *
As soon as I return,Angelo heads out and I offer him a swig of the disgusting hospital coffee.
“Is this the best you can do? I need a fucking bottle of whiskey right now.”
He takes a sip and shivers and I grin. “Not your preferred blend I take it.”
“It’s not even coffee.” He growls and says wearily, “I’m heading off. I asked Winter what she needs, and I’ll bring it back. I told her you would stay here to keep her company. Poor girl, as if she hasn’t been through enough already, but it can’t be helped.”
His teasing tone lightens the mood a little because we were standing on a thin line back there, not knowing if she would wake up. The loss of memory in this case may be a blessing in disguise because the horrors she lived through are best forgotten if she wants to lead a happy life.
As he heads off, I take a moment before heading back to her side. I must think this through as I need Winter to remember what happened between us, because if she walks away from me again, I’m not sure I would survive.
CHAPTER12
WINTER
Apparently, my name is Winter, which pissed me off. What kind of fucking stupid name is that? Why was I named after the most depressing season there is? Summer, I could live with, even Spring, although that just sounds plain stupid.
For the next two days, my friend doesn’t leave my side. He’s there when I wake and when I fall asleep. The man’s a machine and as the shadow deepens on his jaw, I feel guilty that he’s not getting the chance to sleep in his own bed and take a shower at least.
There is something about Alessandro that comforts me, and I haven’t a clue why. He’s a scary man in every way, from his dark eyes and wild hair that’s tamed by a ponytail. The muscles that flex when he moves, and the ink scripted on his biceps that interests me way more than it should.
He has tried to help me by talking about a place called Rockwell Academy where apparently I went to college. I shared a house with him and my brother and four other people. I remember none of them.
He told me I married a man called Massimo against my will. The hatred in his eyes told me they didn’t get along and I wonder about that.
I still don’t remember a thing.
