He nods and I move to help him up. Once he’s up, we start toward the door. He stops me with a hand on my chest. He takes out a phone then types something. Then he pulls out his gun and looks out the door.
“Clear.”
He pulls me behind him as he rushes to the front door. He opens it, and I shriek when several men dressed in black rush toward us. I jump behind Lo and clench the back of his shirt, making him yell out in pain.
“Mia,mio piccolo angelo, they are with us. Come on.”
He reaches back and grabs my hand as he takes several deep breaths. Moments later, I see two friendly faces pop up.
“Mia, I’m so glad you’re okay. I don’t think I could have handled Lo if something had happened to you,” Gio says as he sweeps me into a hug.
Which is awkward because Lo doesn’t let go of my hand.
“Lo? Shit, I don’t think I could handle Sof. She’s a force.” Bash chimes in.
“Can we go now?” Lo says, obviously aggravated.
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s get you out of here,” Bash says as he pats my shoulder.
Minutes later, we’re sliding into the back of a black SUV. Lo throws his keys at Gio.
“My car is down the street. Fetch it for me.”
“Of course, your highness,” he quips as he struts off in the direction Lo gestured.
After a few moments, Bash takes off. Lo pulls me closer to him, and I lean my head against his shoulder, soaking in the feeling while I can. This is just like last time. Something crazy happens and Lo thinks he wants me in the aftermath. I blame the adrenaline, but my heart is already too far gone to care. I’ll deal with the heartbreak later.
∞∞∞
“We are going to debrief at the house. Then you can take her home, Lo,” Bash says it as a demand, but Lo leans and whispers into my ear.
“Are you up for it?”
“Yeah. I need to check your wounds.”
Minutes later, Bash pulls into his gate. We move silently into the house, and he ushers us to the meeting room. A big ball of what I assume is Sofia crushes me.
“Mia, I was so worried.”
“Can’t breathe, Sofia.”
She let’s go and steps back. “Are you hurt?”
“No, but I need to check Lo. He got shot.”
“What?” she screams as she turns to Lo.
“Shirt off. Now,” I order.
He smirks as he pulls his shirt off. He bites his lip, but I notice the wince of pain. Underneath his shirt is a bulletproof vest. I let the thankful tears flow freely from my eyes.
“Mia. Don’t cry, baby.” He steps forward and cups my cheek.
I turn into his touch. He presses his forehead to mine, but I see the pain in his eyes as he leans down to do it.
“I’m fine. Just bruised.”
I lean up and capture his lips with mine. He kisses me gently. A cleared throat pulls me back.
