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I need Alessa like she’s the air that fills my lungs. I love her. I knew it when I told her she was mine. I knew it when I fucked her, and I knew it when I made plans to break the marriage contract despite the consequences. In fact, the engagement ring I got her is burning a hole in my pocket.
Clenching my fists, I resume my pacing because if I let myself think about not being able to slip that ring on her finger, I will combust, and anyone in my presence will be in danger. The uncertainty of the future is eating me alive, breaking my essence into tiny little pieces and chewing them leisurely before spitting them back out.
The door opens, and I stop, hopeful to see a doctor coming in with good news, but it’s just Luca walking in. One look at me, and he gives me a wide berth, choosing to sit by Angelo instead.
“Cazzo.” I dip my head into my hands, unable to hide the anguish in my voice. I cannot wait any longer. With purposeful steps, I walk towards the double door.
“Dante,” Luca tries to stop me, but one sharp look over my shoulder is enough to make him close his mouth and sit back down. “Just remember they’re already trying to help her,” he calls after me.
I ignore him as I push the door open and walk in, startling the young nurse, who is noting something on her clipboard.
“You’re not supposed to be back here.” She narrows her eyes at me. On any other day, in any other situation, I’dadmire her spirit because it takes balls to stand up tome, but right now, her stance means nothing to me. Well, except an obstacle between Alessa and I.
“Where is she?” I growl. “Take me to her.”
“Look, I’m sure whoever you’re talking about is fine. The doctor will come and find you as soon a—”
“Do you think I’m an idiot?” I boom. “This is a private wing. One thatIfucking funded.” Her face pales at the realisation. “Now, take me to her,” I demand. “Ple-ase,” my voice cracks as I whisper, “Take me to Alessa.”
“Mr Santoro.” I turn my head to face the male doctor speaking to me. “This way.” He gestures down a corridor, then starts walking in the direction he pointed to. I follow him, unable to speak again for fear he’s going to say something I won’t be able to un-hear.
“She’s lost a lot of blood,” the doctor continues.
“She can have mine,” I rush. He turns to look at me, his gaze dropping to my chest. I follow his gaze to the large patch of dark, dried blood.Alessa’s blood. “It’s not mine. I have way too much blood. She can have it. She can have it all,” I blurt out, feeling like a hole has opened up in my chest.
“That’s nice.” I get a condescending look in return. It takes everything in me not to pull my gun out and shoot him. “But we don’t know if you’re a match.” I open my mouth to speak, tell him, I know exactly what her blood type is and that I am, in fact, a match, but his hand flies up to stop me. “Besides, we have plenty of O negative in storage. We’re good. But you can donate all that extra blood you have at some other time. We’re always looking for donors.”
I nearly stop at his words—he must have the information wrong. What fucking excuse for a hospital is this?
“You have two minutes.” He gestures at the door in front of us.
Gingerly, I push it open. I won’t tell him he can fuck right off with his two minutes just yet. I’ll wait until I’m inside.
Then I see her, and all the air escapes my lungs as I rush to her side. Taking her hand in mine, I bring it to my lips, giving it a gentle kiss. She looks pale, her usually tanned complexion ashen and dull. Still beautiful, though, making my heart pick up in my chest at the sight of her face. Despite all the wires connecting her to various machines.
“Don’t you dare fucking leave me, baby,” I whisper against her knuckles before straightening them out and slipping the twelve-carat diamond onto her ring finger. “You said you’re mine, and I intend to keep you, Alessa.”
I pull my phone out and dial, placing the phone in between my shoulder and my ear while pulling Alessa’s chart out of its holder. Something niggling at my subconscious.
“How is she?”
“She’s in recovery. I’m with her now, but…”
“What is it? Is she going to be okay?”
“You know when you texted me her blood type…are you sure you had the right one?” I scan her chart—and there it is, at the very top, ‘O negative’ in bold letters.
“Don’t insult me, Dante. You know I’m the best damn hacker in the United States. Do you really think I’d get something so simple wrong? I checked her parent’s blood types on record. Her mother was an O, and her father was a B.”
“That would make her a B just like me, except her chart says she’s O negative,” I murmur into the phone, disregarding all the self-love Arrow just spewed at me. Hiring them all those years ago was the best decision I made for my business. It was a cherry on top that Arrow and Alessa hit it off when Arrow was checking her out. A cherry that paid foritself tenfold when they woke me up in the middle of the night, ringing me to check why Alessa’s phone and the bracelet they gave her with a nifty little tracker inside it were at two separate locations. Neither of which was my bed where she was supposed to be.
“Well, fuck,” Arrow says. “Give me a second.” I hear them tapping away before humming. “So there’s no record of her blood type at birth, but…Yes! She sold her plasma a couple of times. Poor baby—must have been really hard for her.” I growl with frustration at Arrow’s tangent. “Fine, fine. Keep the anger in your pants. The hospital’s records are right. She’s ‘O negative’.”
“So you made a mistake.” There’s ice in my veins.
“No,” I can practically hear the eye roll in their voice. “Rosa’s and Alessandro’s blood types are exactly what I told you they are.”
“What the fuck then?”
