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"Fine, whatever. Don't take the Mustang though. I don't want blood on the seats."
We get into the back of the car we arrived in. I had planned to take the Mustang home, but I guess my plans changed. While we are driving James rips the bottom of his shirt off and insists on tying it around my leg to try and stop some of the bleeding. I don't even argue. He's pretty forceful when it comes to his job and his main job is to keep me alive.
We arrive at the house before Amelia which is good because I want some time to clean up and maybe get the doc to give me some stitches. The doc is already waiting inside when we walk in.
"I've set up in the spare room." He comments, so I follow him straight through.
"Pants off. Let me inject some painkiller directly in there and then I can start working."
"Just make it quick. I'm expecting an important guest."
"Ten minutes tops." He confirms.
And he sticks to his word because ten minutes later he's done and I'm heading over to the shower. I have a bandage to wrap around afterward and an antiseptic cream to use over the next few days until the wound is closed.
Hey, it could have been worse. I've been shot before, and it was worse. We got lucky this time.
It pisses me off that whoever it was got the jump on Matteo and I like that - in my own territory. Right outside my own warehouse. I won't let it happen again. As soon as I have confirmation that it was Diego Ricardi I will come down on him harder than he has ever witnessed in his life. He will be begging for mercy.
I can't think of anyone else who it might have been. I have enemies, yes, and some of them have been bold enough to come after me - but the truth is they know not to fuck with me because the consequences of it are too dark for them to imagine.
Warm steam fills the bathroom and I strip out of the rest of my clothes.
I don't even feel the sting of the hot water against my fresh stitches because the numbing injection is working wonders.
I shower, dry off, and all the while I think of Amelia. She should be arriving soon and I'm rather looking forward to it.
Then I get dressed in a fresh black suit and head downstairs to wait for her.
I pour a glass of whisky and sit in the living room.
Waiting patiently for six years' worth of planning to finally begin.
AMELIA
Igrab my things from the locker room in the hospital and run to the parking lot below the ground. Throwing my bag across to the passenger seat I climb in, nervously aware of my surroundings and constantly expecting Stefano or his asshole messenger idiot to jump out from somewhere and grab me.
But no one does.
I slam my car door shut and lock it straight away.
Revving a little too loudly I accidentally wheel spin on the smooth concrete ground.
Then I'm out on the main road and headed as fast as I can for my small apartment.
Get the passports.
Pack a bag.
Grab all of Elle's meds.
Get back to the hospital.
Get Elle out of there without causing a scene.
Go to the airport.
I keep repeating the plan over and over in my head because it's stopping the panic from overwhelming me. At one point I swear a car is following me, and the tension triples, but then it turns off and I breathe a sigh of relief, pressing my foot harder down on the accelerator.
