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“I'm going to find out the name of every fucking hospital this asshole has been seen working at and then we will pay each one a visit. In the meantime, give Angel what we owe him.”
“All of it?”
“Si. They have come through on their end. The rest is up to us now.”
Reaching inside Enrico's bag, I grab his favorite knives and his gun. Angel's men didn't bother to check the bag in Antonio's hands. Placing the weapons on the table, I go to the bathroom to clean up and tend to my wounds. Zacharias was right. I'd be of no use to him in my current state. My shower is quick and I change into a new pair of clothes—dark jeans and a plain gray t-shirt—Zacharias left for me by the sink. My face is covered in bruises and cuts. My eyes are bloodshot and full of exhaustion.
My current reflection doesn't match the pain brewing inside me. The stabbing in my chest won't go away until Enrico is safe in my arms again. He didn't hear me tell him I love him during the car crash. I kept trying to shout it as loud as I could, and my words were drowned out by the accident. Grabbing my clothes from the floor, I walk back into the living room.
My chest is heavily rising and falling. I reach for Enrico's weapons on the table and hold them in my hands, staring down at his initials engraved on the gun and knife handles.
“I'm going to find you,pequeño, and once I do, the men who took you are going to be very sorry they ever did.”
Fifteen
Enrico
Groggy and with half lidded eyes, I roll my head against the back of a flat, uncomfortable mattress. My mouth is dry, feeling as if it's been stuffed with cotton, and when I try to speak, nothing comes out.
“Shit, we got a live one here. Should I get the anesthesia?” a voice asks from above me.
“We can't afford to keep using resources on this one. Make sure he's secured to the table and make the fucking incision. We are running out of time. Get the heart out first and we'll set the body in a body bag filled with ice.”
“You got it.” Fingers tug on the straps around my arms and then on the confinements on my legs, along with the larger one going across my shoulders. “He's not going anywhere.”
“Good. Back to work then.”
A cold knife touches my skin, slicing carefully close to the surface, and it stops when a loud banging sounds from somewhere nearby.
“What the fuck was that?” the surgeon asks.
“I don't know. Ignore it.”
A few shots are fired and the surgeon drops his knife on the floor. “Someone knows he's here.”
The other man releases rushed breaths and pulls his gun from his back pocket. “Stay here and keep working. We need that heart as soon as you can pull it free from that asshole's chest.”
“Yeah, yeah. I just need to clean my knife.” His voice shakes and he disappears out of sight. I try to wiggle my body, having zero feeling below my neck. I'm awake but mostly numb. At least I won't feel anything while he cuts me up. That's gotta bring me some comfort, right? I didn't expect to die this way. I knew it would happen eventually but not like this.
“Nelson?” the man calls out, pressing the shaking knife to my skin. “What's going on out there?”
His eyes remain on the door as he presses down hard and I close my eyes, not caring to see my heart being ripped out of my chest when I've already felt it several times before. The man gasps and the beeping of the machines is gone, replaced by an unsettling silence.
“N—Nelson.”
I open my eyes again and the room is pitch black. The surgeon is breathing heavily beside me and chokes on air when the lights come back on.
“Something isn't right,” he whispers. “He should have been back by now. Someone is messing with the power. I'm not safe here,” he continues to ramble on.
The door pushes open and Nelson's arm appears between the small crack before his lifeless body is shoved all the way into the room. His neck is limp and his head droops, and blood drips from his face. Stepping back, the surgeon covers his mouth.
My heart speeds up the closer the person carries the body. Before they can reach the bed, Nelson drops to the floor with a hard thud. Fernando is standing in front of me covered in blood. “You think they still need a heart, Doc? We can always give them yours.”
“Please. I didn't have a choice.”
Fernando clicks his tongue. “We all have choices.”
Screams come from the hallway and footsteps rush toward the room. My dad shoves open the door wearing a worried expression. “Did you find him?”
