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She shrugs. “I guess it’s a start…”
He makes a face. “You don’t mean that.”
“By all means, act like I’m not here,” I mutter as Sage secures my bandage and cleans up, all while shooting daggers at Fynn.
My phone rings in my pocket.
Pulling it out, I see Mia’s name flash across the top.
I close my eyes for a moment. I don’t want to have this conversation. I want her to be in my arms when she learns I was shot.
I slide off the chair, leaving Sage and Fynn to their childish bickering.
“Hey,little bird,”I say, clearing my throat. “About tonight…”
25
MIA
“Dante!”I cry at the same time he answers, “Where are you?”
“About tonight…”
“You got shot? Are you okay? Oh my god, I’ve been trying to call you for hours.”
“I’m sorry, I was held up,” he says, sounding apologetic, his voice hushed like he has other people around him, but I don’t care. “I’m coming, baby. Are you still at the casino?”
“No, Dom moved us all to Fortress after we heard you got shot.”
“Baby, I’ll be there soon.”
I cry into the phone. “If anything had happened to you...”
“I’m fine. It was just a graze, I was lucky. I will be okay, and you don’t need to worry.”
“Don’t need to worry?” I screech. “Really, Dante? Because it seems like that’s all I tend to do now.”
“Calm down. It’s all under control. I’ll explain when I get there.”
I know that’s not true. I’ll only get some version of the truth, the kind that will keep me sated but not satisfied with the answers. I have to learn to live with that. The less we know, the better and all that crap. But I won’t stand by and listen to him tell me lies. That’s where I draw the line.
“You will because I’ve been going out of my mind with worry.”
He makes a noise that sounds like laughter.
“Are you laughing at me?” I fume, incredulous.
“Nope. It was a mere chuckle.”
“Chuckling is laughing, and there is nothing funny about you being shot.”
“I’ll be there soon. Keep the bed warm for me.”
He clicks off, and I stare at the phone.
That smug son of a bitch. Here I am, going out of my mind with all the possibilities that he could be on death's door, lying in a ditch somewhere, and he tells me to keep the bed warm for him? I’m so mad but also relieved that he’s okay. I’m still mad he didn’t pick up any of my calls.
Granted, Dom repeated over and over that Dante was okay, that he wasn’t severely injured, but still…you don’t know…wounds can appear to be nothing but then turn out to hit a vital organ or any number of things. I assumed the worst when I hadn’t heard from him and thought nobody was telling me for fear I’d flip out. Which I’m doing right now.
