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Chapter Twenty-Two
“You're lucky to be alive,” the doctor said. “You’re even luckier that you barely have any injuries.”
I grunted as I tried to get out of the bed. I didn’t know how long I had been out, but when I came to, I’d been buried under piles of ash and debris. It hadn’t taken long for a rescue crew to pull me out of the rubble and get me to the hospital.
“What happened to the others who came in with me?” I asked. I wanted to pull out the IV they had stuck inside of me, but the nurses had already threatened to sedate me if I didn’t calm down.
“I can’t tell you anything about any other patients,” the doctor said.
“They were my employees,” I tried another tactic. “I should be able to contact their families.” It was the only card I had. I had been away from most of the men, so when I was dragged up from the debris, I hadn’t seen anyone else but the first responders.
“The police are already notifying families,” the doctor said. He looked at his chart, and it made me want to pull my gun out and shoot him. “You need to get some rest.”
“When can I go home?”
“We are keeping you for the next twenty-four hours to monitor you.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming. I wanted out of the hospital. I needed to make sure that my men were okay, and then, I needed to figure out what the hell happened, and who was determined to end my life.
“Your family wants to see you,” one of the nurses said. She was an older lady who reminded me of Giovanna. “I’ve barely been able to keep your brother in the waiting room.”
I tried to smile, but the action wasn’t natural to my face, and I was sure that it came out as more of a grimace. I was glad that Marco was here, but I knew that he was probably making everyone crazy. We’d lost our entire family. I knew what type of anxiety he was feeling right now wondering if I was alive, maimed, or dead.
“Can you send him in?”
The nurse nodded.
“Make sure you rest,” the doctor said, flipping my chart closed. “I’ll be back in a few hours to check on you, but there’s a call button on the side of your bed if you need anything.”
I nodded but said nothing. I was desperate to see Marco and get an update on what the hell had caused the explosion, and who survived.
For a brief moment, I was left alone in the room, and the silence of it made my skin crawl. I closed my eyes to try and catch my breath. The warehouse had been Blanchi territory, and no one had ever been able to take it until today. That coupled with the wedding shooting was starting to make me consider if the danger was someone within my own organization.
“Shit man, you look like hell,” Marco said. His tone was steady, but I could tell from the way that his hair was sticking up that he had been pulling at it.
“Could be worse,” I said.
Marco snorted. “I suppose you aren’t wrong. Are you alright?”
“Fine. I’ve got a slight concussion, but apparently, I’m luckier than a star.” I was trying to make sure that Marco knew that I was okay. Marco was my enforcer, and while he reveled in the position, something that always made me worried, I knew that my brother was concerned about losing me, and not just because he would become the new Don.
“Thank God,” he breathed out.
I stood up a little bit taller. “Do you know what happened to the others?” I asked. It was all that I could think about as the doctor had seen me.
Marco’ face changed immediately from worried to sorrowful. “Matte is dead,” he said. “They lost him on the way in. I’ve had someone go and inform his mother.”
“Fuck,” I muttered. Matte was young. He’d only just taken over his position. He wasn’t married, and he had no children. I didn’t know if that was a good thing or a terribly sad one. The only person he was leaving behind was his mother. “Anyone else?” I asked.
Marco shook his head. “Not yet. Luca and Tommaso are in critical condition. They were near the site of the blast. Everyone else is hurt, but they are going to make it.”
I wanted to be relieved, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Matte.
“Do we know who did it?”
Marco leveled me with a look that made it clear that he suspected who had blown up the warehouse. I suspected the same thing. There was no one else in New York who was desperate to have me dead. I wondered if because the last hit had struck Sasha, her family had decided to try again at a place where they knew that I wouldn't be.
“You can’t allow Sasha to be the reason that we don’t retaliate. You thought that one of our men was trying to kill her, but we can’t ignore this.”
