Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
“Fucking stop,” I growl, but my voice is so fucking weak, I’m not sure anyone hears me. The asshole tearing the skin off my chest doesn’t even pause. He continues doing the same thing to several spots across my chest. My chest pain has quadrupled by the time he gets all the little stickers attached. Bruno stands in the corner typing away on his phone while the fucking assholes torture me.
The tech takes a pair of scissors and slices through my favorite pair of pants, but I’m too fucking weak to stop him. He uses the fucking torture stickers to rip clumps of hair off each of my calves, and I wonder how much more pain I’m going to endure. I can’t believe I’m going to goddamn die right after finding my soulmate. Karma really is a fucking bitch.
“Don’t worry. We’ll save your life, and the hair will grow back,” the technician rattles on while attaching wires to all the little stickers. “Now, lie back and stay still while the test runs,” he tells me. Like I have any choice in the matter.
Once the machine spits out a long sheet of paper, the asshole hands the paper to the little shit doctor. “Don’t worry, you’re in good hands,” he tells me and pushes the machine out the door as I rub my sore goddamn chest. What the hell?
“Fucking hell.” I sit back, wondering if I’m about to meet my end here in the Silver Spoon Falls General Hospital.
“What happened.” Belle storms into the room, and I instantly feel peace as my eyes roam over her luscious curves that are half-hidden behind the loose white lab coat. Even a goddamn heart attack can’t keep my cock down when she’s in the room. The fucker turns hard as a rock, and I shift to make sure the goddamn thin sheet they threw over me covers the evidence of my arousal.
“I don’t know,” I tell her honestly while my fucking sluggish mind tries to get with the program.
“What do you mean?” Worry flashes through Belle’s honey eyes as she walks over to glare at me. “Tell me what you know.”
“I was fine one minute, and the next, I was in here getting tortured.” My attempt to explain is weak at best.
“Don’t worry. I’m going to take care of you,” Belle promises me and runs her hand through my hair. I might be at death’s door, but her touch still sends electricity flowing through my veins while my soul fills with peace. I’m sounding like a goddamn greeting card.
“This is a hell of a way to get to see you,” I joke, trying to lighten the situation, but my attempt falls flat and Belle frowns down at me.
Dmitri forces his way into my room followed by Devin and her husband, a member of the Silver Spoon MC, and his MC brother, Hands Grimes, a pediatric surgeon. “I want to know what the fuck is going on,” my nephew demands as my girl steps over to talk to Dr. Grimes.
Chapter
Five
BELLE
My heart nearly stopped when I saw his name on the hospital chart. Seeing the powerful mob boss weak and disoriented almost brought me to my knees. Oh, man. I instantly know two things. I’m in over my head here, and there’s a good chance I’m going to get my heart crushed by him. It’s already too late for me to put a halt to this situation. Dante Arakas stole my heart the first moment we met.
I was so worried when I rushed into the room, I barely noticed his naked, muscular chest or the large bulge hidden beneath the thin sheet. Now that I’ve had time to calm down, I’m about to self-combust from the sight of Dante Arakas half-naked on the hospital gurney.
When his lab work comes back, I get a surprise. The forty-five-year-old mob boss isn’t having a heart attack. He’s been poisoned. I see a lot of sprains, broken bones, and even motor vehicle accident victims, but I haven’t had a poisoning victim since medical school. I end up consulting with two experts in the field to make sure I give Dante the best shot at a full recovery.
Dmitri Arakas slams his fist into the wall when I give them the news. “Motherfucking hell. Those cartel assholes must’ve gotten into The King’s Castle.”
Things go into overdrive after that. Men in black suits and law enforcement fill the small emergency department, and we end up diverting all medical emergencies to the nearest town.
We start aggressive treatments to make sure Dante doesn’t suffer any long-term effects while the authorities begin their investigation. It’s the longest night of my freaking life as I end up spending most of it in the ICU with my handsome mob boss.
Three days later, I’m ready to suffocate the big jerk with a pillow. He’s the freaking worst patient I’ve ever had. “Are you trying to be this annoying or does it come naturally?” I growl as he glares at me. Freaking hell.