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I was not a man who was easily startled. I had stared death in the eyes and walked away laughing. I had faced the most brutal and heinous kind of men on this earth, and still didn’t waver. But here… I had no words.
Savina was my enemy. She was my adversary, yet my heart still squeezed thinking of her lying on an operating table exposed to humans who were easily prone to mistakes.
Was it her brain? Had she been shot? How long had she been in surgery?
My mind raced with a million and one questions. But I knew that not a single answer from Dimitri would ease my worries until I saw those big brown eyes of hers open and full of life staring at me with hatred.
The journey between my penthouse and the hospital was all but a blur. My mind retreated into itself, trying to hold on to any kind of calm that I had left in me.
The initial shock had worn off, and now the anger poured into my marrow, cementing itself against the very essence of my soul. Whoever had dared to touch her was going to pay for it dearly.
Before my brother could even put the car into park, I was already out sprinting to the hospital.
“Andres!” he called after me, but I didn’t dare stop.
I burst through those doors like a deranged man and headed to the desk. A nurse smiled at me, but when she saw the venomous look on my face it slipped.
“Savina Valdez, where is she?” I didn’t wait for her to greet me. “Where is my wife?”
She hurriedly typed something on her computer and then looked up with an almost petrified look in her eyes. “She’s in the VIP room 32, on the top floor.”
I bolted for the stairs. The elevator would take too long, and every second without having her on my sight was only more torture inflicted upon me.
By the time I got to the eighth floor, my lungs were screaming, and my legs were burning, but the adrenaline carried me forward. It didn’t take long for me to find Dimitri and Martina sitting in the waiting room side by side, with solemn expressions on their faces.
All I saw in that moment was red.
As I strode toward him with venom pouring into my system, he noticed me and stood at his feet. His daughter lifted her gaze at her father, followed his field of vision, and saw me barreling toward them like an angry pull.
She stood up, but did not attempt to block my path. She just stood there with wide eyes and a look of horror as she took in my current state.
“Andres, before you—”
It was too late. My fist connected with his chin, and he stumbled back a few steps.
Martina let out a high-pitched shriek that could have easily broken glass. She tried to reach for her father, but he held a hand up to make her stop.
Dimitri set his eyes on me. “Andres, let’s talk about this calmly.”
“Calmly. Calmly?” I roared with a fury of a thousand fires in my voice. “My wife is in the damn hospital undergoing whatever fucking surgery, probably clinging on for dear life, after I placed her in your protection.”
His shoulders sagged. “We were ambushed. There was an explosion, and then we…”
I could see the torment riddled in his eyes. He knew he had fucked up, but it wasn’t enough for me. Not only had he failed her father, but he had failed her again. What kind of security did he actually bring her?
“You were meant to keep her safe.” I grabbed him by the collar.
“Andres, stop.” Martina took hold of my arm, but I brushed her off.
“I trusted you with her. I gave her back to you whole and now you have her like this? You’re meant to be her protector!” The poisonous anger returned to my body. All I could feel was this undeniable rage toward this man who had failed her yet again.
It wasn’t until then that I noticed Dimitri’s men had all stood up and had their guns drawn at me, waiting. I hadn’t noticed them when I first arrived, because my eyes were on the man I had by the collar.
I let out one low, humorless laugh. “So where was this protection when she needed it? They are here to protect you, but where were they when they needed to protect Savina?”
“Andres, they will shoot if you harm my father.” I could hear the panic in Martina’s voice. “Let him go, please. Savina wouldn’t want this. You know I’m right.”
Dimitri was silent, his eyes on me, but I could tell that his mind was not present. He was the definition of a broken man. There was no soul left on the body, though his lungs were filled with air.
