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Chapter Twenty-Three
Duncan
In the morning they will be discharging me, and I really should get some rest. Not only do I need it in order to make it through the flight and the meetings that are on the other side of that flight, but I want to enjoy some time with my new fiancé without worrying about being too weak to do it.
Fiancé, man, what the fuck have I gotten myself into?
I look over at where Willow is sleeping, on the weird couch bed thing that sits on the window in this hospital room and shake my head. I don’t know whether getting her makes me the luckiest or unluckiest guy on the planet. After all, she has baggage and a whole Clan that comes with her. And I will have to face the fact that I did something against the rules when we go to Ion about this. But I believe she will be worth every bit of it. Hell, she is worth the pain of this god damn bullet in my flesh and will always be. No one can change my mind now, not even her.
I was so pissed when she ordered her men to put me in a car and take me to the hospital, and even more worried and pissed when she got in that car too. But it made me realize all the things we have been fighting and denying, and it’s fucking ridiculous. We have been playing love like a game, and it’s not. She is not her father, and neither am I, and we don’t have to live that life. She told me once he wants her to change things, that he thought she would. Marianna has already made strides, and my sassy vixen is sure to make a splash, starting with me because she deserves to be cherished, and I am the only one I am convinced can do that.
I go to close my eyes, and that’s when I hear it, a commotion from outside the doors in the hall. At first, I believe it to be a patient coding, but when I hear gunfire, and it’s getting closer, I know better.
Fuck, the Italians are here. This is the biggest reason why I didn’t want to go to the hospital; all the security in the world, and we are still sitting ducks.
I moan in pain as I force myself up and dig through my belongings til I find my glock. I pull it out on the ready as the Italians burst through the door.
Problem is, there are four of them.
And one of me.
Normally, that would not be a problem, but with the fact that I am healing from a gunshot wound, well the odds are totally not in my favor here.
I fight the best I can, but they laugh as they take me to the ground. They are all clearly lackeys, no one high ranking, otherwise they would have known to leave me dead. I scream at the top of my lungs as they carry Willow away, having taken advantage of her sleeping state and shoved a needle in her neck. I don’t know what’s in it, but I know the fact that they feel the need to knock her out cannot mean anything good for her fate until we find her. Bu we are going to find her, even if it kills me.
I pull out my phone, the rage and pain reaching its peak as I get Ion himself on the phone. I am going to make it clear to him that these fuckers are going to suffer.
“The Italians have taken Willow, the woman I love, and I vow to see every one of their heads blown off. But I need your help to do it. Can you get here quickly?” I am pretty sure Ion has access to private jets. I can only hope the weather is great for take off because I need them here sooner rather than later.
“We will get her back, Duncan, but then we need to talk about what you said.”
“I can live with that,” I tell him as I hang up the phone. I don’t give a fuck about anything else right now other than getting Willow back. Everything else can wait til tomorrow.
