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A car pulls up, and I look up long enough to see it’s Massimo.
“Boss. We have to get her to a doctor.”
He puts a hand on my shoulder, and I look up to calm and understanding eyes.
“Please. Let’s get her in the car. We can save her, but we have to move. Everything will be taken care of.”
I nod. Lifting up Serenity, we take her into the back seat, where Rico gets into the driver's seat. Massimo stays behind, probably to clean up this mess.
“You’re going to be okay, Bambola,” I mutter into her hair. I keep her close to me and pray to everyone and everything. Praying that she’ll be okay.
Chapter 19
Dante
Ipacebackandforth in the hall, waiting for someone to tell me fucking something. Anything. Serenity has been in surgery for almost two hours, and I can feel my hair start going gray.
I hear footsteps behind me, and I turn to see the surgeon. We’re not at a public hospital, but rather a building we bought and turned into a hospital, so we wouldn’t have to worry about explaining bullet wounds and shit like that.
“Mr. Salvatore—” He reaches his hand out to shake mine, but I still have them shoved in my pockets.
“How is she?” I interrupt, desperate for any news.
The doctor returns his hand to his clipboard and explains, “She’s out of surgery. It went well. We’ve put her in her own room. We think she will recover, but we’ll have to wait until she wakes up to be certain.”
I don’t like uncertainty in the doctor's voice, but unfortunately, my feelings don’t come into play. If anything, my feelings were why she’s fighting for her life right now.
“You can see her in a moment.” He adds.
Then the doctor apologizes, says he doesn’t have anything definitive, and leaves.
I let out the frustration by punishing the wall. Pain shoots up my arm, making me aware of that last bullet wound from just a few days ago.
“Boss…” Rico’s voice is laced with concern. I turn around and grit out a, “What?”
“She’s going to be fine,” he says like it’s inevitable. Like he’s seen the future and knows how this ends.
“How can you be so sure?” I run my hands through my hair for the fiftieth time.
“I can’t but we don’t know, and isn’t it better to think she will be fine?”
I’m not that kind of man, though. I’m not the “glass is half full” type. But he has a point. The doctors did their best; she’s made it this far. Maybe she’ll be okay.
“Come on. Let’s go see your wife.”
Rico and I walk down the hall to her room, where he leaves me. At first, I couldn’t go into the room. She’s there on the hospital bed, so very pale, eyes closed. There are monitors everywhere, one of which beeps, and IVs are in her hand.
She’s so still.
I walk in, then move to the left side and sit on the edge of the bed. I gently take her hand, running my thumb over her knuckles.
I lean down and press my lips against her head.
“Bambola,” I whisper into her hair. “If you can hear me, I need you to wake up. Please don’t make me get in there and pull you out. I swear to God—” My voice breaks, and I can’t remember a time I’ve never been this emotional.
I get weird when I think about my dad, but this is something else. This is like my heart being pulled out of my chest. I can hear myself starting to shatter every moment that passes.
I spend the rest of the day in her room. Just sitting next to her bed. I don’t eat or check in with anyone. I only go to the bathroom, which is hard enough. I keep holding her hand and kissing her skin. Both Rico and Massimo have come to check in on me. I just growl at them, and then they leave.
