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“Kole,” Mila’s soft voice called to him from the other side of the door.
Finally, his brain was able to send a message to his feet to carry him inside. He pushed the door open and entered to find her resting against large, plump pillows. The physician must have helped her get cleaned up. She was no longer in the tactical dark clothing, but a soft nightgown.
“Hey, how are you feeling?” he asked, standing by the bed. She tapped the bed next to her, motioning for him to sit down. He gently settled onto the bed, not wanting to cause too much commotion.
“I’m a little loopy from the pain medication,” she admitted with a silly grin on her face.
He chuckled at her. A little was an understatement.
“I see.” He couldn’t resist touching her and pushed her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “But I think you’re telling a little lie.”
“Who, me? I can handle pain medication. If I needed to, I could march right out this room and kick some ass,” she drawled.
“You don’t have to prove anything,” he chuckled, but soon his joking disappeared. Her getting shot was a close one. Thankfully, they had all worn vests, knowing that this was going to be a dangerous mission. Everyone had bruises, but she was the only one shot. His men were good, and only the Slokavich men were killed.
“Remind me that I need to thank Denis again,” she murmured, snuggling down into her blankets.
“For what?” he asked, stroking her head.
“Before you came in the room, Vlad said there were cameras all throughout the house. With him blowing it up, the video of me should be erased.”
His hand paused in mid-air at her words. He had been pissed at Denis for breaking out that type of artillery because he definitely drew attention of the local law enforcement agencies.
It had been plastered all over the news that morning. Of course, the police weren’t letting it out that one of the most infamous crime family bosses was killed in a battle between mafias, ending with his home being blown to Timbuktu. They instead, spun the story as a gas leak had exploded, killing the local resident who happened to be home, and there were no survivors.
But Kole knew that every mafia boss, captain, and down to the lowly soldiers, would know what happened that night. But if what Vlad told Mila was true, thanks to Denis, there would be no record of her being there. No one to try to extract revenge on her or her family.
“Get some rest, Mila,” he murmured, pressing his lips to her forehead. “I’m sure your brother will be calling soon.”
“He’ll be okay. Because of me, he’ll now be the true king of New York.”
Kole bit back a retort at her show of loyalty toward her brother. He never wanted her to have to choose between him and her family. So he bit his tongue and laid another kiss on her forehead. He let out a deep sigh as he took in her words.
She was right.
With the patriarch member of the Tokhan’s biggest rival out of the way, Pasha would be able to wipe out the rest of their organization. They would be in a state of panic and disarray. What better time to eliminate one’s enemy?
When they’re stuck on the shitter with their pants around their ankles.
