Page 233 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“Andyou,” he murmurs, dropping a kiss on the tip of my nose.

The door opens again and a nurse rushes in. “Bruno, is everything okay? We heard the alarm go off.”

Bruno looks at us with a wicked smile. “Yeah, I did that. Now get the fuck out of here so I can rest, okay? And if you resist, my friend Nurse Sandy will kick your asses out.”

Sandy flashes a stern look at us and I blow Bruno a kiss before leaving the room with Sergio. “Thank you,” I mouth to him once more.

He gives me a thumbs-up with a half-smile before his hand drops back down to the bed.

We walk out of the room and meander through the corridors to get to the waiting room.

Matteo is huddled in the corner with two police officers, I guess giving them a statement, and Dante jumps up from his chair when he spots us. “Hey, how are they?”

“Nate is still sleeping,” I say. “They said they’d come to get me as soon as he wakes up. And Bruno is good. Thank God.” I shake my head. “If he hadn’t given me that Kevlar, I’d be lying on a slab in the morgue right now. He saved my life.”

“How’s the head?” Dante asks.

“Sore, but hey, I’ll take it. Beats death.”

“Yeah, that’s like my mantra,” Sergio quips, nudging me closer the best way he can since he doesn’t have full use of either arm.

I look around the hospital. There’s crime scene tape everywhere. Turns out the cops had been detained on their way over here earlier. A car bombing a few miles away took them off-course, giving Becerra enough time to take over the hospital without any outside interference.

Of course, he didn’t anticipate that Sergio would turn out to be more detrimental to his cause than the authorities.

I look around at the people sitting in tight groups, fear etched into their faces.

I don’t blame them.

It’s the same type of fear I’d lived with since fleeing Miami.

But it’s a fear I can finally bury with all of the other useless emotions that came along with it.

We’ve officially closed the book on Becerra and the Bowman family.

And we can finally breathe again.

Matteo walks over to us, running a hand through his hair with his good hand since his other one is hanging in a sling that matches Sergio’s.

“Did you finish with the cops?” Sergio asks. “Feed ’em some bullshit to chew on?”

He nods. “Yeah, I gave them my story about how we ended up on Becerra’s radar, that they didn’t like the fact that Nate picked us over Becerra as a partner for the Sapphire Lounge. It’s why they shot him at the hotel and why they came here to finish the job. We just did our civic duty by defending our new partner with our legally obtained firearms.” He winks at me. “Don’t worry, I conveniently forgot all about the Miami connection.”

I grin. “Thanks.”

“Crazy shit,” Sergio mutters. “Can you believe Becerra actually thought he was gonna use us to get into the syndicate? That was his fucking play, not revenge. It was always about the money.”

“Not for the other Bowman brother,” I mutter.

“Hey,” Sergio says, nuzzling my ear with his lips. “You don’t have to worry about him or the rest of them ever again. It’s over, babe. Really and truly over.”

My shoulders sag. “I know. I just can’t believe it. We’ve lived this for so long, it’s hard to imagine that it’s all finally in the past.”

“If you live this life, you’ll find out very quickly that there’s always a new enemy hanging around in the shadows, just waiting to pop out with a machete,” Matteo says with a snicker.

“Ugh, no machetes,” I groan, burying my head in Sergio’s chest. “But I can handle the rest.” I sneak a look up at Sergio and smile.

“Oh yeah, you’re definitely ready,” he murmurs.

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