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Was she even eighteen?

In spite of my racing heart and whirling thoughts, I stayed as calm as I could for my woman, because from what I could see, she needed me just as much as I needed her.

“Sir. What is your emergency?”

Blinking again, I leaned over and gently brushed her messy locks from her face. She didn’t open her eyes, but she leaned into my touch and groaned, “Safe.”

“Yes, sweetheart, you’re safe now. You’ll always be safe from now on.”

I told the woman on the line where I was and what condition my woman was in. When I hung up, I called the one woman I knew that would get what needed to be done, done. My mother, Gillian Silverman.

THE PAIN WAS GONE. WELL, mostly. I could feel it, but it wasn’t the pain I was used to, it was a dull throb. This was manageable. A warmth surrounded me like I was in a tight cocoon and floating on a cloud. I wasn’t sure if I was at a hospital because when I breathed in I didn’t smell disinfectant. The smell that surrounded me was expensive perfume. I took a deep breath in and smiled. It reminded me of the perfume my mother had worn out on special date nights with my father. I didn’t open my eyes. Nothing was going to ruin this moment.

Voices started filtering to me. There was a woman with a very sweet motherly tone but it had a stern thread through it that showed she was strong and not one to argue with. She was speaking to a man with the deepest, sexiest voice I’d ever heard.

“She’s going to need everything,” the woman said.

“Whatever she needs.” His voice sent a shiver of warmth through me.

“Oh, son, I intend to make sure she has everything. This is going to be fun.” She made a sound like she’d just clapped her hands together. “I’m going to get her everything she needs personally. From now on she will have only the best.”

There was a deep guttural grunt as a response.

Damn, even that sounded sexy.

“Son, don’t worry anymore. I have all our lawyers on the case and I’ve spoken to Evelin.” I heard what sounded like two kisses, like a mother would on each cheek. “I promise you everything will work out. No one will ever touch her again. If anyone even attempts to hurt her they’ll pay with the full force of our family’s power.”

“Never again, mum,” he snarled.

“I’ll make sure anyone who messes with our girl will pay. Never again, son. The whole family’s in agreement. She’s family now. This is good. I’ve got another daughter now. I’m so happy that you’ve found your one.”

Envy ran through me as I listened. This girl they were talking about sounded like she was cared for and was very lucky to have these two. For a moment, I daydreamed of being the girl they spoke of, but alas, I knew I wasn’t that lucky.

Opening my eyes, I groaned because not only did I see a hospital room, but I had to come back to reality. The spacious, cream-colored room had vases and boxes full of flowers, a teddy or two, and a couple of balloons that said, “Get well.” I swept the room and frowned when I realized I had no roommate.

Um, had there been a case of mistaken identity? Should I say something? Surely, I could just soak up this treatment for a little longer?

I debated if I should call the nurse or just let everything play out, but guilt won and I reached over and pressed the button.

I didn’t wait long before a nurse in pink scrubs ran in, followed closely by a woman that looked in her late forties, maybe early fifties, very classy in a white, cashmere dress, with a gold cardigan and gold heels. Her make-up was flawless and she looked beautiful. I decided right then that when I grew up I wanted to be just like her.

The delightful high bright laugh the beautiful woman let loose as she got to the bed had me sighing. “Yep, just like you when I grow up.”

“Oh, Mason. I love her. I think I have a new favorite. Do you think Bailey will mind?”

Damn, I must have said that out loud. I needed to focus, because my thoughts didn’t seem to be staying silent.

The deep raspy chuckle had my head shooting past the stunningly elegant woman to the most attractive man I’d ever seen in my life.

Damn. That giant is like a God. I bet he’s over six foot, maybe close to like seven.

His hair was a light brown that fell to his ears, but was shaved at each side.

Mmm, what I wouldn’t give to run my hands through that hair, maybe brush it over so it isn’t in his eyes. And his eyes. Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen eyes that dark brown. I’m sure I could stare into them forever. Mmm, but then I’d miss his lips and that would just be cruel. I could totally stare at this guy forever. Maybe I could imagine exploring.

I let my gaze travel down his perfectly muscular body.

Whoever created this man must have been Godlike.

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