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Quite fitting for the young Mafia Prince.
“The doctor said you needed to be monitored, since your fever was high, and your blood pressure had spiked.” He threw his book onto the end table beside him. “And if you died on my watch, Dimitri would start an all-out war. Hence why I had to spend the last twelve hours in here with you instead of attending to the million and one things I have on my plate.”
“Twelve hours?” Was that really how long I had been out? “What time is it?”
“6 PM.”
I was going to blow an artery. I had slept the entire day away and then some. I palmed my face and it was only then I felt the small ache in the middle of my arm. I looked down and saw a white bandage patch. “What is this?”
“We had to give you an IV of fluids, then the doctor administered a sedative to help you sleep better. But judging from the way you were tossing and turning in that bed, I would say that your sleep was anything but good.”
Remnants of the nightmare filtered into my mind. It had been a while since I had last dreamt of that night. I had done my best to block out as much of it as possible since their murders.
But hearing their voices again… That had never happened before.
“Come.” He got up from the chair and stretched out his back. I couldn't help but look at the sharp V that peaked out from the waistband of his sweats. “You need to take your medication, but you need food first.”
“I’m not hungry.”
It was at that moment my stomach decided to growl loudly.
He cocked an eyebrow. “Food. Now.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, Andres. I’m not one of your little toys. I don’t jump when you tell me to.”
“You’re under my roof,” he challenged back. “My rules.”
I scoffed. “Who do you think you’re talking to right now? Calm your little ass down.”
“My wife,” he quipped, and took three strides toward me, successfully closing the distance. “You either walk or I carry you.”
I jutted my chin upward in defiance. “Listen here, you good for nothing—ah! Put me down!”
He threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“Put me down, you incoherent baboon!” I hit his back hard, but the man didn’t even flinch at the contact. Was he made a fucking metal? “Andres!”
He ignored my protests and walked us out of my room. I continued to scratch and claw at his back like a wild banshee wanting to be released from his hold.
There was, however, a very small and minuscule part of me that found him carrying me like this incredibly sexy. But I refused to even remotely entertain that thought.
He was the enemy. He was not my friend.
He walked down the stairs and then right into the kitchen before he plopped me down onto the barstool and turned me so I was facing the large marble countertop.
I was about to rip him another one, but then I caught a whiff of what was in front of me, and I stilled. My eyes traveled down to the granite and saw the bowl of risotto. The aromas of the tantalizing dish filled my nostrils.
This was one of my favorite dishes. It had been a staple in my household as I grew up. My mother had perfected the dish well over the years, and the smell always gave me fond memories of my childhood and family.
“Eat,” Andres ordered as he came to sit beside me. “I have a meeting with Valerio and I can’t be late.”
I was a little stunned for words. Did he know that this dish was special to me? Or had this just been a stereotypical guess as to what an Italian like myself would eat?
Instead of arguing with the man, I just dug into my food silently. I didn’t look at him, and I barely acknowledged him when I finished my food and he handed me the pills I was meant to take.
The risotto was not a big deal, so why did my heart flutter just the slightest bit as I walked away from the kitchen and headed back to my room?
Chapter Nineteen
