Oscar removes them and cleans the wound before he begins to stitch it up again, doing a much better job than I did. I clench my jaw throughout the entire process, not taking my eyes off my woman.
My woman.
I’ve never had one before, but the thought makes the corner of my mouth lift.
When he’s done, he takes a little device from the bag and says, “You look pale, sir. I’m just going to check your blood pressure.”
I nod, and he clips it onto my left pointer finger. When it shows my vitals, Oscar hurries to the kitchen. He comes back with a glass of water, saying, “Drink as much as possible. There’s salt in the water to help bring up your blood pressure.”
Jenna walks to her notepad and writes something that she shows Oscar.
He shakes his head. “No hospitals. If things get worse, we’ll take Mr. Oliveira to the island for medical care, but I’m sure he’ll be fine.”
I begin to drink the salty water, forcing it all down before handing the glass back to Oscar.
The guard sets it on the coffee table, then looks at Jenna and says, “Make sure Mr. Oliveira stays hydrated, and if anything else happens, come get me.”
She nods and watches as he leaves before she writes something for me.
You need to get cleaned up and climb into bed. We can talk more once you’re better.
My phone starts ringing, and when I shift to pull it out of my pocket, my side hurts. Seeing Santiago’s name, I answer, “It’s late.”
“I know, you ungrateful fuck. I’m checking to see if you’re still alive.”
“Yeah, I’m still breathing.”
“How’s Jenna doing?”
My eyes flick to her, and I take in her pale face. “Today has just been a lot for her to take in. She’ll be okay.”
“Be gentle with her, Enzo. Barking at her and being harsh will make her fear you.”
“Is that all?” I mutter.
“I’ll bring you antibiotics tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
“You sound tired. Get some sleep, brother.”
“I will…” I hesitate, then add, “Thanks, Santiago.”
We end the call, and I move carefully as I stand up so I don’t pull the damn stitches open again.
Jenna grabs my shirt, as well as the clothes I wore when I got shot, which I left on the other couch, and takes them to the kitchen.
I assume she’s going to the laundry room, and instead of going to bed, I follow her.
When I stop by the island, I hear her moving in the adjacent room where the washing machine is. A moment later, she comesinto the kitchen, and noticing I followed her, she lowers her head.
My eyes don’t leave her for a second as I watch her take a bottle of water from the fridge, then she closes the distance between us and holds it out to me.
I take it and lean down a little to try to catch her eyes. “Do you feel any better?”
She shakes her head and points at the doorway, and I assume she’s telling me to get my ass to bed.
My head spins with a dizzy spell as I turn around, and I think I sway for a moment. Jenna moves fast, wrapping her arm around my waist and placing her hand on my abs.
