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“How did you let this happen on your watch again?”
He was silent.
“Answer me!” My voice bellowed against the walls of the hospital, shaking the building we stood in.
Nurses and doctors alike turned to face us, but no one came to break us apart.
They were wise enough not to.
At this point, I was moving on pure and unbridled emotion. My anger called for the blood of whoever dared to lay a hand on my wife. Death was too kind of a punishment for them. I had different plans in store for the culprits.
“Brother.” Valerio placed a hand on my shoulder, trying to pull me from the thick plume of anger. “Savina needs you right now. This is not where your attention should be.”
My fists tightened on the soft fabric of his shirt. He was meant to protect her better. He was meant to keep her safe while I chased down her enemies. He had one job, and he’d still managed to mess it up.
“Brother…” Valerio said again, and this time he managed to pull me completely out of the fog. The red-hot anger dwindled, but small remnants of it still lingered on the top of my skin.
I let go of Dimitri’s shirt and walked past everyone, making my way to her room. With each stride I took my chest tightened further. All the oxygen in my lungs condensed into a liquid and clung to the soft walls. By the time I made it to her room, I was barely breathing. My heart was on the floor, and the bile churned in my stomach, threatening to come up.
I had never felt so decentered in my entire life.
I placed my hand on the handle and pushed the door open.
I didn’t know what exactly I had been expecting, but when I saw her all the anxiety and dread of her not being alive dwindled. But the small pit in my stomach remained as I took in her sleeping frame.
She lay on the bed with an array of different tubes coming from her. The beeping of her machine filled the room, her chest rose and fell evenly by itself.
Good, she could breathe on her own.
I took my first few steps toward her. My eyes never left her sleeping face. I had expected to be met with a ghastly sight but this… this, I could work with.
Her cheeks were slightly tinted pink, so it showed that she had some life in her. There were a few scratches on her cheeks, and slight bruises on her chin, but other than that she looked fine. The only thing that remained was for her to open those eyes that always loved to glare at me.
I came to a halt by her bedside. My hand found hers, but when our skin touched, I could feel the coldness of hers. I squeezed her hand ever so slightly, waiting for her to squeeze mine back, but nothing ever came.
“You fucking scared me, bruja.” My voice was laced with emotion. “I told you that you needed to stay in Manhattan with me, but you're just so bloody stubborn.”
This would normally be the time she’d say some smart-ass comment, but she remained silent. Her eyes, which would have normally flared with their usual malice and rage, remained closed.
“Come back to me, Savina.” The words slipped from my lips in a low whisper, but they echoed loudly in my heart.
I don’t know when the tables had shifted or the exact moment the flip had switched for me. But one thing I had just come to understand now was that Savina Baratelli had come to mean something to me.
I had denied it for weeks, but somewhere in between the threats and the fights she had made a home for herself in my life without even trying. I was meant to hate her, yet my heart called for her.
I cared about my wife… I cared about my bruja.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Andres’ POV
It had been four days since she had undergone surgery, and she still hadn’t woken up. I had stayed by her bedside for all four of these days.
I had held her hand waiting for her to squeeze mine back, but she never did.
The doctors checked her daily, and I even had a neurosurgeon from the Netherlands consult on her case. The swelling had gone, and the only thing we could do now was wait and hope that she woke up.
It was torture.
