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Vecchio recounts the story.
“We’re at the gas station when this town car comes up, and two of the biggest men I’ve ever seen come out. They come up to us, right? They ask if we know anything about Greg Brockman. We say no, obviously, and then they mention the daughter. They say that they’re looking for her because it turns out that Brockman got tangled with the Donnellys, and they’re looking for blood.”
“Listen, boss, if I could give it to you straight, you need to either let her go and let these guys know whose property she is. You can’t keep her locked up in a cage forever, and the second she walks out your door, she’s theirs.”
Just the thought of someone claiming Serenity as their own makes my skin crawl, and the anger that I punched down before comes rushing back.
“Jesus, fuck,” I mutter, taking another sip.
Vecchio pulls out some paper and slides it to me.
“What’s this?”
“It’s a marriage license. Have her sign it, then, in, let’s say, a couple of weeks, you marry her. Lots of pictures and shit.”
I look over the paper and wonder if Serenity will agree to this. She already took one deal. But this is different. The Donnellys won’t be as kind as I’m being. If you can call what I’m being as nice.
I press my glass to my forehead as images flash of Serenity broken and bruised by the hands of the Donnelleys.
Fuck, this just got more complicated.
Serenity
“Are you on birth control?” Dr. Stevenson asks.
“Um, no,” I say, and she nods, taking note.
I’ve been here for about half an hour, getting checked by the good doctor. Doing blood work and talking babies and shit.
Dr. Stevenson is a very soft-spoken older woman with gorgeous blonde hair and sky-blue eyes. She’s been a nice change from Dante's tenseness and sexual confusion.
“So you look pretty healthy. I’m going to recommend some supplements to you, and we’ll know more when we get your blood work back, but it looks like you’re ready to have a baby.” She smiles, and I wonder how much she knows.
Dante said he trusts her, but how much information did he give her?
“How much do you know about my situation?” I ask.
She rips off her gloves and puts them in the trash. Holding her clipboard to her chest, she says, “I know that Mr. Salvatore has asked me to take good care of you and that you want to have a baby.”
She steps forward and leans closer to me, “I know what he does. We go way back. I had some trouble years ago, and he helped me. Gave me this clinic, paid for my tuition.”
“Why?” I can’t help but ask.
She looks down and gives me a soft smile. “Perhaps that is a conversation you should have with Mr. Salvatore. I’m just the doctor. Just know that he is more than meets the eye, and his word is his bond. Trust me.”
I walk out of the clinic more confused than when I walked in. I thought that Dante was an unfeeling albeit sexy mob boss, but now he’s a trustworthy, sort of feeling and sexy mob boss.
Mateo opens the car that we took to get here. He’s been working overtime to do everything I ask. I guess Dante scared the hell out of him for not buying me clothes.
The ones he got me are very nice. I slide my hands over the purple leggings that he bought. They are a little too tight, but I won’t complain. I don’t want him in any more trouble.
The driver pulls out of the parking lot and we go east down West Sahara Avenue. I look around the car, the one I was dragged into two days ago. This time there is more room, and I’m not sandwiched between two giant men. Mateo sits in the passenger seat, and I’m alone in the back. I look up at the buttons on the ceiling. There are six white buttons with different symbols painted in black.
I push the one that I think opens the sunroof, and it opens. The sky is revealed blue with white puffy clouds. Mateo turns around in his seat and looks at me with concern because he knows exactly what I’m going to do.
I stand up and poke myself out of the sunroof.
“Miss Brockman, get the hell down from there!” The wind drowns Mateo’s voice. I close my eyes and take in a big breath of fresh air. My hair is all over the place, and I’ve never been happier. I feel a sense of freedom wash over me. I open my eyes and watch as we drive through the city.
