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Natalia tried opening her eyes again, but I could see her losing the battle to stay awake with every passing second.
I hastily took off down the hallway and rapidly made it toward the main entrance. I didn’t stop to see or talk to anyone as they were rounding up the remainder of Ivan’s men. I knew I’d told Alessandro to have them moved to one of the warehouses, but I couldn’t spare another second to deal with that issue.
As far as I was concerned, the matter involving Ivan was dealt with. I won, case closed.
But now it seemed like the real test of wills had begun.
Was I going to be able to get Natalia the help she needed in time? Or was I going to lose her because I failed to keep her safe in the first place?
The clock was ticking in the back of my mind while I rushed past my brother, who turned his head to spare me a passing glance. His face fell in shock. He must have seen that both Natalia’s hands, as well as my own, were covered in blood and knew better than to try to stop me.
“Keep me posted,” he called after me.
It wasn’t much, but I felt a warm spark of acceptance from my brother’s words. I knew he was never crazy about my relationship with Natalia. Having been the first one to question her loyalty and being the one to inform me about who she truly was certainly didn’t make things easy between all of us. He didn’t even want me making the deal with Ivan in the first place.
Yet now, it seemed he was finally understanding that my love for her was real—that what I felt for Natalia was not just some fleeting emotion. I wanted a future with her.
But that future was now in jeopardy.
Thankfully, I spotted Vinny whip the car around a minute later. I felt my ears wince from the harsh sound of the tires screeching against the pavement as he came to an abrupt stop in front of us.
He quickly jumped out of the front seat to help me place Natalia in the back. As soon as she was in, I watched Vinny take out his phone and quickly dial a number.
“I’m calling Collins,” he told me.
Jonathan Collins was one the best physicians we had on our staff. If anyone knew how to fix up Natalia, it would be him.
Hearing this piece of news set my mind a little bit at ease, for what it was worth. While Vinny was still waiting on the phone, I swiftly climbed into the back with Natalia.
“Step on it,” I said.
Vinny’s foot hit the gas and we were off. He skillfully dodged every other car that got in our way, all while maintaining his conversation with the physician on the phone.
“We don’t know where the wound is,” he said bitterly.
There was a short pause after every comment he gave. No doubt that Collins was trying to drill him for as much information as humanly possible about Natalia’s situation. I knew it was important. He was the one who was going to have to perform the surgery, after all.
“No, we have no idea how long she’s been losing blood,” Vinny snapped. “Look, we’re on our way to the safe house. We should be there, hopefully, in twenty minutes. Prepare your team for an emergency procedure.”
Without so much as another word, he pressed the ‘end call’ button and tossed his phone to the seat next to him.
I gently lifted Natalia’s upper half to drape carefully over my lap. I rested my palm against her slightly chilled, yet clammy cheek. Her breathing became much more labored since I’d moved her out of the hallway. It sounded shallow with far too long of a break in between each breath.
“Natalia.” I tried calling out to her to get her attention. “I need you to try to stay awake.”
A distorted moan broke from the back of her throat, yet her eyes stayed closed.
“Please.”
My own breathing grew strained as the cold hand of reality started to rest on my shoulder. I knew Vinny was doing everything in his power to make sure that we got back to the safe house, but time was our biggest factor. I wasn’t sure how much longer Natalia was able to hold on.
I wished I actually knew the amount of blood she lost. At least then I would have been able to pinpoint roughly how long we had.
Unfortunately, all I could do was hope for the best.
“I need you to stay with me,” I told her quietly.
I knew Vinny was too distracted on the road ahead to hear anything I was saying, but I still wanted us to have as much privacy as our situation would allow.
“You can’t leave me like this,” I told her weakly.
I didn’t care how selfish it sounded, especially when it was true. I couldn’t lose her, not when things were finally going to be back to normal. Neither Ivan nor any of the other Zaytsevs, for that matter, were ever going to get between us again. I would make sure of that.
My idea of peace was temporarily on hold. If things didn’t pan out with Natalia’s surgery and things took a turn for the worse, I was fully prepared to put a final end to the Zaytsev bloodline. It would all have to depend on fate.
While she looked so frail beneath my hands, I couldn’t keep myself from thinking back to our short trip to Positano and the Isle of Capri. She looked so beautiful back then in that blue dress that made her eyes shine with life and passion. I would have given anything to see her like that again.
A powerful sensation of guilt washed over me. What if I never did? What if I never saw her smile again, or felt the way her hand fit perfectly into my own? What if we never took another trip like that again?
What if these were our last moments?
The heart ached in my chest with no foreseeable sign of stopping. I ran the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip, wishing she was still awake to hear me.
“I love you,” I said.
I blinked back the tears in my eyes as Vinny pulled the car into the driveway of the safe house. He helped me ease Natalia out of the car. I took her graciously back into my arms and rushed her into the house.
The physician along with his medical team were waiting for us as soon as we came in. To my dismay, two of the staff members were already trying to take Natalia away. They placed her on a stretcher and wheeled her to the back of the house.
“We’ll keep you informed as soon as the surgery is over,” the physician said.
I hardly gave a response as I watched Natalia be taken away from me… again.
I knew I needed to stay positive and have faith in our medical staff.
But it was hard to stay optimistic when I could still feel the love of my life’s blood drying on my hands and clothes.
*Tallon*
Red.
Like the first sip of freshly poured wine I ever tasted, stolen from my dad’s liquor cabinet and passed around until it was empty and just perfect for spinning on the wood floor.
Red like the very first stop sign I ran when I snuck out to head to a concert. I didn’t even remember who played, but I remembered the color of my dad’s face when I got brought home by two cops and a car I hadn’t gotten permission to take that now sported a brand-new dent on the side.
Red like the color of her lips on our first date–such a pretty color that shined in the light. Her lips parted with every smile and giggle as she left marks in the shape of her lips on my collar.
Red was the color of how I felt about her, the color of her dress and my cheeks when I first saw her in it, the color of love and passion and everything good in the world.
But it was also now splattered all across my hands.
I stared blankly at them, lying sideways on the couch in the safe house, where I hadn’t moved for the last six hours since we’d gotten here.
Someone had taken the time to throw a blanket over me. I hadn’t even noticed until now that it was red just like my hands, like my shirt and my pants, and the blood as it trailed on the floor, leading to the pale face of the woman I loved as she bled all over, the red had poured out so quickly.
