Page 10 of Death Of A Sinner

Somethingiswrong. I know it. Cammi’s never sick. And we’ve shared all the same food over the past twenty-four hours. If she just ate something bad, I’d be sick too.

ChapterEight

The tyres of my car screech as I pull into the underground car park in my brother’s building. I received a call from the doc. He’d been instructed by Vin to come and check on Cammi.

I ordered the doc to inform me any time he’s been asked to check in on my sister-in-law. It’s not just for Cammi. I want to be there for my brother if anything were to happen to her. I know that Vin is over the top when it comes to his wife’s health. Considering her heart condition, I don’t blame him. But he does take it to a level that’s…

Well, I have no words. He’s insane. It’s that simple.

When I walk into Vin and Cammi’s apartment, I find Marcus pacing the living room. “Where are they?” I ask him.

“Bedroom. Doc’s in there with them,” he tells me.

“How is she?”

“She didn’t look good.” He shakes his head. “I don’t know… Sick? Like a stomach bug or something.”

“Okay.” I turn and make my way down the hall. The bedroom door is open. I knock on it twice, to make my presence known, before I walk in.

“You called Santo too? Seriously, Vin, I’m fine,” Cammi says.

I look from my brother to his wife. She’s… pale. Sweat covers her forehead.

“I didn’t call him,” Vin says, eyeing me suspiciously.

“I was in the neighbourhood,” I lie. “What’s going on?” I direct the question to Cammi.

“It’s nothing. I just ate something bad,” she says. “Right, Doc?”

“Ah, I’d like to speak with Mrs De Bellis. Alone.” Our fucking family doctor looks to both Vin and me like either of us is going to leave the room.

“That’s not happening,” I grunt.

My brother glares at me before turning back to the doc. Vin gestures between himself and his wife. “Whatever you have to say to her, you can say to me,”

“Yeah, I didn’t think either of you would leave. Cammi, if you don’t want to answer any of these questions in front of an audience, tell me. I don’t want you to be under any stress.” Doc looks at us again. He’s either brave or stupid. Or maybe he just really does have Cammi’s best interests at heart.

“It’s fine.” Cammi smiles.

“When was your last menstrual cycle?” the doctor asks.

“Out,” Vin growls. Turning to me and shoving at my chest. “You don’t need to be in here. And you don’t need to hear about my wife’s vagina.”

“Periods are not my vagina,” Cammi counters.

“I’m leaving.” I raise my hands in surrender. Because my brother is right. I don’t need to know about any of that.

When I make it back to the living room, Marcus is still pacing. “How is she?” he asks, genuinely concerned.

“I think she’ll be fine. It’s just a stomach bug she says,” I tell him.

“How ishe?” Marcus raises a brow.

I lift one shoulder. “He’s…. irrational as ever.” I chuckle. “He’ll be fine, though. That’s if Cammi doesn’t kill him first.”

“Right.” Marcus nods. “I’m gonna head out now that you’re here. Call me if he…” He lets his words drift off. He means ifVin loses his mind. Call him if my brother loses his mind.

“I’ve got it.” I nod once, then pull out my phone and ring my wife to let her know I’m going to be awhile.

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