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Memories of June flood back into my memory, and I’m filled with a longing like I’ve never experienced before, not on this plane or the next. The beautiful blonde woman that I made love to five years ago is here to bring me back from the dead.
“Wait, what day is it? What time is it?” I say as I start to fully return to my baseline mind state. “I can’t be lying here. I need to kill Franco Di Angelo.”
“Um, who is that?” asks June in her bubbly, feminine voice.
“Don’t worry about it, but I need to get up and workright now,”I state with the full intention of rolling out of this bed to get to my office.
“Marcello, you got shot. You’re going to be fine, but you really need to rest. Don’t push yourself,” June warns, stroking my hair back from my forehead.
I use all of my remaining strength to rise up, failing the first two times until I’m able to support myself. “You don’t understand. This is my only chance.”
“You’re not making any sense. You’re beginning to worry me,” she replies with a note of caution in her voice.
I realize that my brain still hasn’t fully recovered from being unconscious, and I’m unable to articulate the full depth of my intent. “I have to kill someone at a wedding.”
Even though I can’t see her, I know that June’s face is shocked at the very least. “What does that mean? Is that code for something?”
“No, no, literal,” I explain in the best way possible. “I have to do it for my brother.”
I finally open my eyes, and there she is next to me. For a moment, I regret being angry that I was awoken. If I had known that I could see her beautiful face again, I would have left the void in a heartbeat.
“I really don’t understand, but I’m just going to trust you, I guess,” she replies. I hate to confuse or scare her, but it’s too difficult for me to explain myself in this state.
Fuck. What if I miss the wedding because of this fucking gunshot wound? There’s a chance that Franco’s men had caught word of my plan, but how?
When I try to sit up straight, the wound in my chest burns so badly that I lie back down right away. I’m incapacitated by the pain, and I don’t know how I’m going to overcome it in order to carry out my mission.
Doesn’t matter. I still have to do it.
“Marcello, you need to fucking rest!”
I glare at her as I feel my defensiveness begin to take over. Who the hell is she to tell me what I can and can’t do?
“Donottry to control me, June. You saved my life, and for that, I’ll be forever grateful to you, but you need to back off,” I reply, attempting once more to sit up with no luck.
Her eyes widen, both from disbelief and shock that I would speak to her with such a tone. “You can’t even sit up without help! What the hell is it that you need to be doing anyway? You just got shot yesterday!”
I narrow my eyes, changing my gaze from one of contempt to hesitant relief. “Wait, you said it’s only been one day? Are you sure?”
She sighs heavily, rolling her eyes up toward the ceiling. For a split second, she reminds me of how she looked when she was sucking my dick, and I know that if I weren’t injured so badly, I would want to fuck her.
But now’s not the time.
“You’re being so difficult for no reason! Yes, I know what day it is, Marcello. You want to know how I know? Because I’ve been watching your vital signs on the hour since this time yesterday!”
I’m impressed that she had the resolve to take such good care of me without demanding outside intervention. I wouldn’t have expected that out of her.
“Okay, whatever. I have work to do, so I’m going to need you to get out of my way so I can get downstairs,” I reply.
Her voice is coarse and annoyed, but her eyes are pleading. “You’re impossible. Can you just lie down and let your pride go for a little while? You don’t need to be so strong all the time.”
I truly hate to hurt her feelings this way, and I can tell that she believes in her heart of hearts that I’m going to hurt myself or delay my healing. She doesn’t understand that I’ve been hurt far worse before and had to face my mortality with much more resolve.
“No, I only have one opportunity to complete this mission. I’ve been working on it for weeks. I can’t tell you the details, but I need you to understand that it’s imperative that I don’t miss a beat.”
She’s trying to suppress tears in her eyes, and I’d reach out to hold her if I could sit up. It’s annoying that I can hardly move on my own, but I’ll have to get over it. Worse yet, I’ll have to conceal my injury at the wedding. If Franco sees me struggling, he might recognize me. There’s no doubt in my mind that he sent those men, and my pain will be the blood in the water that draws the shark near.
I’d be lucky to die right away if that were to happen.
