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“Oh, sure, laugh at my misery.”
I lean over to kiss him. “I want to go see Dom.”
“It’s too soon,” he replies, but I’m already getting out of bed, putting my slippers on.
My body is aching, I have bruises everywhere. My neck is the worst from where my uncle stood on it. Every time I catch Nico staring at it, he growls, and I swear he’s imagining bringing my uncle back just to kill him again. I might’ve gotten up too fast, but I don’t let him see it, or he’s seriously going to have to get on medication to lower his blood pressure. I wonder if I can hit Max up for her special calming drugs. She was always experimenting with shit. She makes the best stuff.
“I wasn’t asking. And I’m fine. Nothing is broken. It’s just a sling until my shoulder is healed,” I say, walking to the door.
He follows me. “The doctor said you need to rest.”
“Getting up and walking downstairs is hardly doing too much. Plus, I’m sure moving helps with blood flow and healing. Let me see Dom for ten minutes, then I’ll crawl my ass back to bed.”
“You need to learn to follow instructions better”—he follows me down the hall—“and when you’re healed, I’m going to teach you exactly how,” he whispers into my ear with a grin.
“I can’t wait.” I tilt my head up and stand on my tiptoes to kiss him.
He leans down to meet my lips. I open the door to Dom’s room. He’s awake and alert but looks tired.
“Dom!” I say, rushing toward his bed and sitting on the chair while taking his hand.
Nico doesn’t follow but shuts the door behind me. I didn’t have to tell him, but he knew I needed time alone with Dom. He looks up and smiles back at me.
“I’m not going to pretend. I was ready to die but holy shit. It’s good to be alive.”
“Yeah, no kidding,” I say, smiling, but my eyes are filled with tears.
“Don’t cry, Anya. You know I hate it when you cry.”
He shakes his head and wipes a tear off my cheek.
“I almost lost you, Dom. There were minutes when I actually believed you were gone. I never want to feel like that again,” I say through my tears.
“This is the life we live in.” He shrugs. “I’m so proud of you, you know. I knew you could do it.”
“Really?”
“Never had a doubt in my mind, Little Sister.”
I smile proudly, and he smiles back at me.
“Speaking of little sister, Donna’s on the way. Her flight gets in tonight.”
He groans, running his hands through his hair, “Oh, great. Now I’ll have both of you around to terrorize me.”
I wipe my tears and laugh. “Oh, shut up. You love us.”
“Not when you gang up on me!”
“Don’t tell me the big bad capo can’t handle two small girls,” I tease in an annoying baby voice.
“You two are anything but harmless,” he defends, unconsciously rubbing his shoulder where I shot him all those years ago, and I can’t help but smile.
We laugh and make small talk for a little. I can tell he’s exhausted, and I’m about to excuse myself when he speaks up again.
“I’m sorry about how I acted when I first got to Virginia. I just saw you with the consigliere to the Cosa Nostra and lost it. I shouldn’t have said those things or insulted you like that.”
“Hold on. Is Dominic Violante, future capo of the Chicago Outfit, apologizing?” I say to him sarcastically, wide-eyed.
