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I walk back across the room to her. “Well, you’re my woman and I plan to keep it that way for a very, very long time.” I kiss her cheek. “So, that means, you’re going to go find yourself the prettiest, most expensive dress you can find and let me buy it for you. Get the matching shoes and purse, the whole works,” I wave my hand at her. “Whatever you ladies like to do to get all dolled up.”
Chapter 19 – The DEA, really?
It’ssuchahugerelief that Sebastian removed his gun from my attic. No longer will I have to suffer nightmares where the cops come busting in with a warrant to search the premises and find the smoking gun. The very gun that I claimed I had no knowledge of. It was a dangerous game, but now it’s over.
Thank God.
And yes, I know, I never should have gotten myself into this predicament in the first place. I had risked so much when I barely even knew him. I know it’s silly to say I went on a gut feeling about Bash…but the truth is, I was right. And now the gun was gone forever freeing me of any guilt.
I look in on Nick. He’s sitting up in his reclining chair, looking better each day. Again, another bullet I’ve dodged with his swift recovery.
“Hey, how’s my favorite patient?”
“Feeling good,” he says and smiles. “Thanks to my favorite doctor.”
“Aren’t you the charmer,” I say as I approach him. “Let’s have a look, shall we?”
He unbuttons his pajama top to reveal the clean bandages. “See?”
“Yep, looking good,” but I begin peeling back the tape. “I just want to take a closer look.”
He sighs and holds his hands up to let me do my work. Fortunately, all is looking good. “I should be able to remove the sutures in a few more days.”
He nods and his expression turns somber. “I don’t know if I ever properly thanked you.”
“Sure, you did.”
“No, not just for this,” he says, gesturing at his wounds. “But for protecting me…not turning me in.”
I finish flattening the tape down across his torso. I meet his eyes. “You know, the best way to thank me would be to stay away from the crime world. Go back to college, finish your degree and then help Bash run the legitimate operations.”
He holds my gaze, giving me a curious look. “You know that Bash is going to be the head of the family now, so…”
“Bash and I talked about that,” I answer. “He’s spinning some of the less savory parts of the business off, let some of the other bosses take over that stuff. He’ll focus on the financial advisory aspect of the business which is what you’d expect of someone with an Ivy League MBA. Right?”
He gives me a reluctant, though sympathetic smile. “I’ve never seen Bash this happy. I hope it all works out for you.”
With that in mind I head to the hospital with spirits soaring high. With the gun burden lifted, my medical career is secure, Bash and I are closer than ever, and I found an amazing, super cute cocktail dress that’s just hot enough to get me noticed but not enough to take the attention off the bride.
Natasha Orlov is the woman they thought they’d see on Sebastian’s arm. The one thing I can say about the bitch is, she’s a looker. I need to be at my absolute best to answer the question ofwho’s the woman Sebastian dumped Natasha for and risked a turf war over?
I’d love for them to see me and say,“Wow, and she’s a surgeon too? I get it Bash, totally get it.”
When I pull into the parking deck, I tense up with the memory of being abducted from here, of being thrown in that room and strapped to the bed while those disgusting men leered at me. But then I glance in my rearview mirror and see my two new bodyguards pulling up in the black SUV. Bash assigned Dmitri and Peyter as my guard detail, to escort me to and from my workplace. Bash insisted upon it, and after what happened to me the other night, I don’t fight him on it.
The angioplasty went fairly well, it’s a routine procedure by now and there was only so much a medical student could actually do as they learn from the surgical team…but they let me get my hands in there.
The strange thing is, now that I’ve actually had a solo surgical performance on Sebastian’s brother Nick, I feel so much more confident in my abilities. In my ability to be the primary surgeon and take all the rewards and punishments that go with the title.
Several times I looked up at Doctor Ellison, dying to say, let me in there, I can do this!
But I held my tongue and humbly helped out where I could. I’ll have my day in the limelight, for now I must watch and learn…and pretend that I’ve never been to the big show.
Afterward, I follow the surgical team out of the O.R. and begin removing any soiled gloves, masks and scrubs. For the second time in two weeks, Emma bursts through the door searching for someone, her eyes come to rest upon me.
The chief resident waves me over emphatically. Geeze, not the cops again, I fear.
“In my office now,” she says in a clipped tone. When we’re clear of the door she adds, “It’s the DEA, they want to talk to you.”
