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“You can’t go in. You’ll contaminate the space,” the nurse, who I was quickly presuming was the head nurse, said firmly. There was no time for argument, and I took in a deep breath before nodding.
Tallon wasn’t as understanding.
“That’s my sister!” Tallon struggled against the nurses, his eyes on Dahlia as she disappeared into the surgery room.
“I understand that, but if you go in there, you will compromise the entire room and put your sister in danger. Now please calm yourself,” the nurse said firmly, crossing her arms.
I grabbed Tallon’s shoulder, giving him a stern glance as I pulled him back. He deflated, clenching his fists by his side.
Once they saw Tallon was in control, the nurses dispersed.
“The waiting room is over here,” the head nurse told me, gesturing down the hallway. “I’ll inform you as soon as she’s out of surgery, and I’ll get someone to deliver the paperwork for you to fill out. I understand her name is Dahlia Valentino?”
“Yes,” I said quietly, the adrenaline fading and leaving me exhausted. “Take care of her.”
“Of course.” The head nurse smiled amicably.
I sighed, leading Tallon over to the waiting room. Both of us were covered in blood. I glanced at the white shirt I had been wearing underneath the vest. The shirt was most likely ruined now, but the vest was salvageable.
It wasn’t the first time I’d come out of a situation like this covered in blood.
We were lucky we had used this hospital a few times in the past. They knew what to expect of us, and they especially knew not to ask questions. They’d most likely pull up Dahlia’s file in a few moments.
I was lucky Becca had the sense to transfer it to the system when Dahlia and Olivia decided to come to Italy. It made this process a whole lot smoother.
The waiting room was nearly empty, with only a few sniveling kids and an older man snoring away in one of the chairs occupying the space. One mother was splayed out in her chair, looking like she hadn’t slept in a week as her three kids ran around the room covered in marker ink and colorful paints.
I led Tallon to one of the empty seats, far away from the chaos of the regular patients, and gently pushed him into the chair. He collapsed, looking lost as he stared at the floor.
I knew he was in shock right now and in no mood to talk about what had happened.
But I also had to speak to him about what he did when he entered the room. I had a hunch about what had happened, but I needed to know the full details from him before I told James.
Tallon had never straight-up killed someone before, and this was going to take a toll on him once he realized what he’d done. Right now, though, I had to let him grieve.
I was confident Dahlia was going to be okay. These were the best doctors working on her, after all, and we’d gotten her here in record time.
But there were a few loose ends to tie up.
Gabriele stepped into the waiting room, gazing around for us before our eyes met. He headed straight toward us, and I nodded at him in thanks as I spotted the glass of water he was carrying.
“Here.” He offered the water to Tallon, who took it numbly, offering no words.
Gabriele didn’t mind in the slightest, though.
“I need you to wait here with him,” I said as I glanced at Gabriele with a grim look. “I have to make a trip home.”
Gabriele frowned, tilting his head in question and I nodded in response.
I had to tell Olivia what had happened.
I’d promised to call her, but this wasn’t something to do over the phone.
“I’ll be back in a few hours. I’ll bring a change of clothes for Talon and Dahlia, once she’s out of surgery, and anything else they might need. Call me if you hear anything,” I told him.
Gabriele nodded, leaning up against the wall. “I’d like a Pop-Tart,” he said, completely serious.
I chuckled, shaking my head at his obvious attempt at a joke.
“Blueberry?” I offered with a small grin.
“Eh, cherry.” He shrugged.
“Fine, then.” I nodded. “I’ll have someone bring you back your car.”
“No hurry,” Gabriele said, completely deadpan as I walked away. I spared one last glance at the catatonic Tallon before leaving.
I felt bad for the kid, but he just needed some time.
I didn’t realize until I got to the car just how exhausted I was as I peeled off the bloody vest and threw my gun onto the passenger seat. I grabbed the steering wheel, breathing out.
I was still tense with stress, even when there wasn’t any danger remaining. I knew it wouldn’t go away for a few hours since the aftereffects of the adrenaline were pumping through my veins. As I started the car, and it rumbled under my hands, I realized what it would look like the moment I stepped through the door and greeted Olivia covered in blood.
There was no way she wasn’t going to panic.
Damn it all.
*Olivia*
It was fucking cold.
That was all I could think about as I wrapped my jacket firmer around me. Two empty cans of vodka soda satt on the coffee table as I curled into the living room couch.
I hadn’t bothered turning any lights on, not since Giovani had left. I took a swig of my third can of vodka soda as I continued to stare blankly at my phone.
It just sat there on the coffee table. There was no sign of life–no text message, no calls. It was just as empty as the cans of alcohol I had drowned as I waited for anything.
It was just me in this empty house, drinking any rational brain cells out of my body so I didn’t think anymore.
I emptied my last can of vodka soda and groaned, throwing my head back onto the couch as I threw the can somewhere on the floor. I’d pick it up later when I wasn’t in such a bad mood.
The drinks were only just starting to affect my brain, fuzzying up the logical voices in my mind. I already had half a mind to just run to where they were keeping Dahlia.
But I didn’t have the address.
I pouted, throwing my arms over my knees as I tucked them into my chest. Maybe I could bribe one of the guards outside.
I’d spotted them moving past the windows–keeping a close watch so I couldn’t leave without them.
Dahlia used to say you could get anything you wanted for a little peek, but I wasn’t the kind of girl who could flash her boobs at anyone. Though the longer I sat here, the less the idea seemed crazy.
Maybe just a little flash?
I groaned, shaking my head at the thought. No matter how tipsy I was, there was no way in hell I was going to resort to one of Dahlia’s brilliant ideas.
