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“Fuck off,” Renzo growls, then he levels me with a threatening glare. “You should be cooking.”
My eyes snap back to the chicken breast I’m slicing into thin strips to make a chicken salad with a drizzled honey and mustard dressing.
“You’re going to give the woman a heart attack long before she dies of kidney failure,” Dario drawls as if he’s mentioning the weather.
“Is there a reason for your visit?” Renzo snaps angrily.
Jesus. Don’t poke the beast when he wants to rip my head off.
My hand trembles as I continue slicing the chicken breast. Not paying attention to what I’m doing, there’s a sharp sting as the knife nicks my finger.
“Ouch,” I whisper before I can stop myself and quickly move to the sink to hold the bleeding cut beneath cold water.
“Now look what you’ve done,” Dario mutters.
When I hear him moving closer, my heart jumps to my throat, and my breathing becomes rapid puffs of hot air.
He reaches for my arm but stops when Renzo barks, “If you touch her, we’re going to have a problem.”
“Then you better take care of the cut,” Dario snaps. “Or I will. She can’t get an infection. It will jeopardize the transplant.”
The air tenses, and I close my eyes, waiting for the bomb to detonate.
“You’re testing my patience,” Renzo mutters.
I hear his chair scrape over the tiles, and a moment later, I’m grabbed by my arm and yanked to the side. I almost lose my balance from the sudden movement, my eyes popping wide open.
Renzo drags me up the stairs, his steps much larger than mine.
From all the tension and fear, tears burn my eyes and threaten to fall, but I bite them back, remembering he said he’d make Dad pay for each tear I spill.
By the time he drags me into the bedroom I assume is his, I’m a second away from having a panic attack.
Where my room is decorated in light gray and cream, Renzo’s is all black.
Just like his heart.
I’m yanked into the ensuite bathroom that’s twice the size of the one in my bedroom and brought to a jarring stop by the counter.
The scent of his woodsy cologne is much stronger in the bathroom, making me overly aware of the powerful man as he shoves my hand beneath a cold spray of water.
While my blood spirals down the drain, Renzo takes a first aid kit from the cupboard and opens it.
He manhandles my hand as he dries the cut before cleaning it with an antiseptic wipe. My eyes are locked on his fingers as he removes a Bandaid from its packaging.
I’m losing my mind because noticing he has attractive hands is definitely not something I should be doing right now.
He wraps the bandaid around the tip of my finger, then his eyes snap to my face, and I feel a gut punch from him looking at me while there’s so little space between us.
“Slow your breathing,” he orders in a biting tone.
It’s only then I realize I’m practically hyperventilating.
My vision grows spotty from all the unbearable tension, and I struggle to calm down.
He lets out an annoyed sigh, then his fingers wrap around the side of my neck, and I’m tugged against his chest.
I’m so freaking stunned by the act of kindness it rattles the hell out of me. And it doesn’t help one bit to calm me down, but instead, it has the opposite effect on me.
