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Dario: Almost done. I’ll be home in an hour.
Eden: Can’t wait. I have something exciting to share with you.
She probably wants to tell me she’s starting to work with Skylar in January.
Putting the gloves on again, my arm and back sting, and I know Eden’s going to lose her shit when she sees I’ve been grazed by bullets.
I keep an eye on the time, and when thirty minutes is up, I get out of the SUV and walk to the alley, where I pass empty crates and boxes.
When I see a pair of feet sticking out behind a dumpster, my pace slows. Mandy comes into view, the open bag of cocaine clutched in her hand, her eyes frozen in death while the blood from her nose dries.
It could’ve been a very different story had she taken the other option.
Turning around, I walk back to the SUV so I can get my ass home to my woman with the full intention of not telling her about Mandy’s death. I feel it will be better if Eden learns about it by herself, and if she never finds out, then that’s good with me too.
I climb back into my vehicle, and starting the engine, I drive home while thinking about how my life’s changed since I met Eden.
She’s in every beat of my heart and every breath I take.
Chapter 38
Eden
When Dario walks into the bedroom looking like hell, I shoot up and rush to his side.
“What the hell happened to you?” When I get a good look at him and notice blood on his shirt, I gasp, “Jesus, Dario! Did you get shot?”
“No.” He grips my chin with his fingers, and I smell gunpowder. Locking eyes with me, he says, “I’m fine. Two bullets grazed me. It’s nothing serious.”
“Let me look at you,” I mutter as I yank my chin free and start to unbutton his shirt.
He lets me tug the fabric off, and I let out a breath of relief when I see the grazed skin on his side.
“You’re so damn lucky there’s no bullet,” I snap as I shoot him a glare. “I swear to God, if you ever die on me, I’m bringing you back so I can kill you myself.”
“One grazed me on my back as well,” he says as if it’s something to be proud of.
“What?!” I dart behind him, and seeing the red welt across his back, I slap him against the shoulder. “Get your ass in the bathroom so I can clean the wounds.”
“Scrapes,” he corrects me.
I glare at him, and noticing the grin on his face, I shake my head. “What the hell are you smiling about?”
“You.” He takes hold of my hip and pulls me closer. “I love how you’re fussing over me.”
“I’m not fussing over you. I’m fighting with you.”
“Fussing…” He kisses my left cheek. “Fighting…” Another kiss on my right cheek. “Same thing.” When he leans in to kiss me on the mouth, I pull away and walk into the bathroom.
“Tesoro,” He chuckles as he follows after me, “I’m fine. Don’t be mad at me.”
“Have you heard of a bulletproof vest?” I ask as I dig the first aid kit out of the cabinet beneath the sink.
“We forgot.”
I shoot another glare his way as I open the kit and take out the antiseptic wipes. “Come here.”
He moves closer, and without any warning, I slap the antiseptic wipe against his side.
