Page 133 of King of Omen

She, too, was experiencing the same, evidenced by how much her body trembled.

I held her close, her heart against me, thudding in sync with mine. ‘I’m here, bella. You’re safe now.’

She sighed and closed her eyes, leaning into me.

‘She’ll need a hospital.’

I glanced up at the speaker. A woman with short, greying hair and the air of a busy body stepped forward.

‘Thank God you’re here,’ she went on. ‘She kept insisting on calling you rather than the cops, so I gave her my phone to use.’

‘Thank you for your help,’ I told the woman who appeared to want to know more about Mia’s refusal to call the cops. ‘We appreciate your help; you did the right thing calling me,’ I deflected.

Turning to my love, I stroked her hair. ‘Bella, I’ll need to carry you to the car.’

Mia sighed in surrender as I lifted her into my arms, and we tracked back to where we’d parked.

Past Saint, who was now surrounded by a group of men, all clustered around the downed figure covered by someone’s jacket.

I glanced at The Sovereign man as I swept by. He jerked his chin at me, his eyes tracking over Mia. ‘I’ll just be a sec,’ his expression dark yet holding a measure of concern.

My woman was feather-light in my grasp, shivering from shock and pain. I tucked her in the backseat, strapped her, and climbed next to her.

‘My team is on clean up,’ Saint rasped as he approached us.

Without another word, he got into the driver’s side and shifted the SUV into gear.

In moments, we were speeding out of the parking lot.

The ride to the private hospital was a blur.

Mia was silent, lips tight and pressed together on obvious pain. I lent her my strength, stroking her back as she rested on me.

Saint pulled the SUV into a discreet lot, and I lifted Mia with care from the car, her body cradled in my arms.

As I carried her towards emergency, the Sovereign man took the lead, pushing doors open and barking orders at the nurses who dashed forward to help us.

In minutes, she was laid on a gurney, a flurry of activity around her as doctors assessed her condition.

I never left her side as she was whisked away, my heart aching for her.

We advanced into the heart of the emergency unit, where a nurse raised a hand at a set of swinging entry doors. ‘Family only from here,’ she called.

Saint gave me a chin lift. ‘I’ll fly now, Lorenzo,’ he murmured. ‘Note this is a private facility, and they’ll keep things hush-hush on my word. I’ll head back to the office and my woman. Call me if you require anything.’

I nodded, my eyes never leaving Mia’s face. ‘Thank you for everything.’

This man, a stranger until a few hours ago, had dropped his life to help me, which made him an instant friend and ally, even though I anticipated his invoice would be hefty.

However, his help in finding Mia was priceless. I’d sign off on whatever amount he stated.

Without hesitation, I stepped forward and clapped my arms around him.

He stiffened.

‘It’s the Neapolitan way,’ I rasped.

He relaxed, and his mouth lifted as I withdrew with a smirk.

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