Page 60 of Not Your Romeo
“No, you listen. You have no right to keep shit from me. I’m your wife.” I lifted my chin, firm in my stance.
His eyes twitched with a hint of a smile that turned my grip to steel.
The phone greeted me in that funny robotic voice it did when you powered it off and back on and I growled, shoving it away from me on the bed as I shakily stood up.
“We’re fucking leaving,” I announced.
“No.” He shook his head stepping forward, “We’re not. Sit the fuck down.”
“Fuck you.” I glared at him, wanting to fight.
I knew it was wrong of me, but I’d been cooped up and poked and kept in the dark and I was tired of it.
The door opened, and my head whipped toward the sound. I felt like a dragon waiting to roast whatever sacrifice hadn’t knocked. I probably would have, too, if Rory hadn’t walked in behind Sean. My hand slid down the bed rail and I wobbled. I gripped at Ziggy for balance as a rush of memories came back to me.
Ziggy steered me back to the bed.
“Babe, you need rest. Let me get your nurse.”
“We stopped in to congratulate you, Roisin. Well done, both of you,” Sean loudly carried on.
Rory’s snake eyes were locked on me over his shoulder, daring me to say a word. When Ziggy shot out of the room to fetch the nurse, Rory’s eyes shifted, following him. His gaze snapped back toward me, and he smiled, before heading after my husband.
“Wait!” I shifted up and Sean caught me, preventing me from leaving the bed.
“What are you doing, Roisin? Your husband told you to do something.”
“You can’t do this. You can’t do this thing with the Deuces, you know good and well they didn’t do this. Call it off.”
“I can’t do that.” Sean smiled, his hand cupping my shoulder and giving a squeeze that was a little harder than necessary.
“You have to. If you don’t, I’ll tell everyone the truth. My loyalty is to my husband, remember?”
The smile fell from his face, only to snap back into place when Ziggy and the nurse hurried inside.
“She needs her rest, I’m sorry, gentlemen.” Cammie began to round up my visitors.
“You’ll do that for me won’t you, Sean?” I grabbed Ziggy’s arm and hauled myself up to the edge of the bed.
“Mrs. Nash!” Cammie exclaimed, rushing toward me.
“I’ll handle it.” He grunted, storming out of the room.
Rory turned on his heel and followed him.
“Roisin, please, lay back,” Cammie urged. “The doctor will be in to discharge you soon.”
“I’m leaving now,” I snapped, hating that I had to be that way with her.
I didn’t trust Sean, and nobody was safe with Rory running around frothing at the mouth.
“Let me see if I can get him to this room next.”
Cammie ran off, while Zig tried to scoop me into a hug. I resisted at first, half convinced it was more an effort to keep me put until someone could come medicate me.
Instead, Cammie returned with Dr. Franklin.
“Roisin,” he cheerfully greeted, a hint of laughter in his tone. “Your nurse tells me you’re quite energetic and raring to go this morning.”
