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Chapter Thirty-One

“Here,” Marco said. He handed me a steaming cup of coffee. “I thought I’d get this for the night shift.”

I smiled at him. We’d been at the hospital for three days only leaving when the cops dragged us away.

“Thanks,” I said. I was so tired that I could barely keep my eyes open.

“You can go home. I’ve got men crawling all over this hospital,” he said.

I smiled. Marco and I had developed a strange friendship over the past few months, but it had been solidified in the aftermath of my kidnapping. “I appreciate it, but I want to be here when he wakes up.”

Nikolai had shot Dom square in the chest. It was a moment I would never forget. We’d both known it was coming the second Nikolai moved the gun away from me, but I hadn’t really thought that my brother could kill the man I loved.

“You don’t have to feel guilty,” Marco said.

‘What?” I turned to look at him.

“What happened had nothing to do with you.”

My fingers tightened around the cup. I didn’t want to talk about what happened three days ago. Whenever I thought about it, I felt like I was going to fall apart. But no matter what, I couldn’t escape it.

The police had been all over us over the last three days. Neighbors had called the cops after hearing gunfire, and they’d been on the scene like ants on a picnic, asking all types of questions that I couldn’t answer about my mother, father, and brother.

“I’ll call you if there are any changes,” I said, ignoring Marco’s question.

He looked like he wanted to say something more, but he didn’t. I think that he thought that if he pushed me too hard, I was going to crumble.

I walked inside of Dom’s room. Every time I did, I felt an overwhelming sense of grief coming over me. Dom was going to be okay. The police had brought an ambulance to the scene, and they had been able to get lifesaving measures started.

I took a seat next to his bed where I always sat and grabbed his hand. They’d removed his wedding ring, and for some reason, seeing his finger bare made me sad. When he woke up, we had a lot to figure out, and even more things to discuss. But what I did know was that I was in love with Dom Blanchi, and I suspected that I would always love him.

I felt a tear slide down my cheek, and I quickly flicked it away. I’d cried more in the past week than I had my entire life, and I was absolutely exhausted by it.

“Hopefully, you aren’t upset I made it,” Dom’s groggy said.

I nearly jumped out of my seat. “Oh my God,” I breathed out. “You’re awake.” I reached over, touching my hands on his forehead and cheeks.

“We’ve really got to stop meeting like this,” Dom said. He gave me a goofy smile, which was so unlike him.

“Let me get a doctor,” I said.

Dom reached out and grabbed my hand. There was a surprising amount of force in his grip considering that he’d been in a bed for three days.

“What happened?” he asked.

“You were shot.”

He winced. “I got that. But you're okay?”

Tears filled my eyes at the words. Despite the fact that he’d nearly died, Dom still cared more about me than he didn’t himself. We’d struggled so much together, and I was starting to think that it was all for nothing. Before I could overthink and stop myself. I leaned down and pressed a kiss to Dom’s lips.

“What was that for?” he asked, as I pulled away. The kiss had been brief, but it had sent shivers down my spine.

“I’m just so glad that you are okay,” I said.

He reached up and pressed his fingers against my cheeks. I allowed myself to enjoy the warmth of his touch. I hadn’t realized how much I missed it. “I’m so sorry,” I said. “So, so, sorry.”

Dom’s brow furrowed. “For what?”

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