Series: The Rossi Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 66960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
I sit in complete silence, listening to the water fill the tub. After a while, she seems to have cooled down enough and I turn off the water, letting it drain.
My white t-shirt clings wetly to her skin, letting me see every little curve underneath. Fuck… she is not wearing anything underneath. I try and avert my eyes, but I'm not a good man. Even in the state she's in, I still want to touch her.
Heavy footsteps meet my ears, and I know it's the doc finally getting here. The gray-haired man walks into the bathroom, looking down at the small body in the large bathtub. He takes in the situation, and without asking any questions, he kneels next to the tub and starts to examine her.
I hold back a growl as his hands move over her all but naked body. Watching him touch her infuriates me.
“It looks like the cuts on her wrists got infected.” Fuck. Why didn't I bandage and dress the wounds last night?
“The infection has already spread up her arms and because she has two injuries, it’s rapidly spreading. Her body can’t keep up the fight against it. We need to get her on an IV and on antibiotics right away if she has a chance at making it. Do you know when she’s last eaten or had something to drink?”
I shake my head and grind my teeth. My blood boils… I’m so fucking angry, and I have no one to blame but myself. I didn’t even give her anything to eat or drink last night.
“Can you get the shirt off and move her to the bed? I’ll get everything ready in there.” He gets up and pauses for a second, a flicker of anxiety appearing in his eyes. “Unless you want to move her somewhere else. She might be out for a while.”
“Here is fine.”
I watch him leave the bathroom before I turn back to my little mouse… I don’t even know her real name. I bet she has a beautiful name that fits her beautiful face. Shaking my head, I grip the collar of the shirt and start ripping it down the middle.
My dick twitches in my pants when I see her perfect little body underneath the shirt. Creamy smooth skin without a single blemish on her. A perfect pair of perky tits and a flat stomach…. a little too flat for my liking right now. I don’t dare let my eyes wander all the way between her legs. A raging hard-on is the last thing I need right now.
I grab a towel from the rack and cover her up with it before I pick her up and carry her back to the bedroom. I look down at her in my arms; her eyes remain closed, her face peaceful with some strands of wet hair sticking to her forehead and cheek.
Her face is expressionless, and I realize then how much I miss the flicker of fear or even fire in her gaze. I place her on the bed where Doc. Brown is already setting up an IV.
“I’m gonna get her hooked up and then I’m going to have to re-open the wounds to let the infection drain out. After that, I’ll wrap them up.”
I watch the doctor work on her for a few minutes before I can’t stand watching him touch her any longer. I know he is helping her but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to slap his hand away every time he touches her skin.
Stepping out of the room, I try to get all these irrational feelings under control. I need a fucking reality check. Walking down to the end of the hall, I end up in front of my son’s nursery.
I open the door quietly, just in case he is sleeping, but as soon as I pop my head inside the door, I discover he is not.
One of the nannies is holding him in her arms, feeding him a bottle. His tiny fingers are trying to grab the bottle and his little lips are sucking on the nipple like he hasn’t eaten in years… just as he always does.
“Do you want to feed him today?” Maria asks. She is his caregiver most of the time and Q loves her.
“No, I just wanted to see him really quick.” Seeing him always quiets the storm inside me momentarily.
This is all that matters... him. Suddenly, a crazy idea enters my mind, an image that I can’t shake now that it’s in my head. I imagine my little mouse sitting in here with my son… feeding him. I think he would like her. She would love him. I don’t know how I know… I just do.
No, I can’t think of something like this. I could never trust her with my son; I don’t even know her. I threatened to hurt and kill her. I could never trust her with him. For all I know, she is just a really fucking good actress and is spying on me for my father.