Page 11 of Amadeo
I stared at her then glanced at my father.
He shook his head at me then he turned his gaze to Gia. “We have gotten off the subject. I see no reason why Deacon cannot stay here. We have you and the nurse to look after him.”
Raising her head, she glared at him. “So, if this goes on for say a year? Then what?”
He tisked. “I hardly think it will last a year, doctor.”
“Did you not just hear the stats I gave you?” she asked.
He scoffed. “I am sorry but yes...You spouted a lot of percentages.”
She looked stunned.
I chuckled and tried to smooth this over for her. “You will have to forgive my father. If you had been speaking about profit and losses percentages, then he would have remembered every word you said.”
My father looked over at me and nodded his head. “I wish I could get onto you about saying that, figlio. Like…non essere pazzo. But alas, I cannot.”
“Senor Descalia,” Gia cut in. “Are you agreeing that should Mr. Walker be in a coma for a year, you will still keep him here?”
Leaning forward, he replied, “For as long as it takes. Si, I will keep him here.”
Blinking at him in disbelief, she glanced at me then looked back at him. “I cannot stay here for a year!”
My father shrugged. “Then let us hope he wakes up sooner rather than later.”
“Senor, I am assuming that you did not listen earlier,” she tried again. “This could go on for even a few years. There are cases that—”
He stood from his desk abruptly. “If that is so, the man has earned his purgatory. He tried to kill my son and his fiancée. Along with Tito, Oscar and Rocky. Who are not servants, they are family. And I will not get into his other sins. Why? Because you do not have that kind of time, I am sure. I am sorry that you wish to leave. It is unfortunate. However, he has to stay here.”
Looking even more perplexed, she stood from her chair. “I do not understand. I assumed he was family and that was the reason you had him moved here.”
My father’s dark eyes glittered at her. “You are half right.”
Gia looked even more confused now as she asked, “Isn’t Valen his sister?”
“So we believe, yes.” He nodded his head.
“You believe?” She again glanced at me as if needing help to understand.
I simply assumed she knew the truth of all this. Or at least some understanding of who and what Deacon was. It had now become apparent that she did not know. “Mr. Walker is not the man he seems, doctor. In fact, he is worse than…well. Us.” I smirked. “He has a history that is so dark that no light can shine over it, so to speak.”
“So, you brought him here to keep an eye on him?” she asked. “Not to care for him?”
I halted. This had gone from uneasy to tricky. This woman had taken an oath of no harm. Yes, I knew enough about the subject after looking into it when I found out Gio had wanted to be a doctor, years ago. Not that we were asking her to harm anyone, but we were asking her to keep him alive so we could harm him, maybe?
“Of course, to care for him,” my father replied. “I do not ask you for anything more. You are his physician. But yes, we do need to keep an eye on him.
This answer seemed to simply piss her off as she now glared at him.
Seeing this, I was thinking…uh-oh. Uneasy to tricky, to off the rails.
Standing from the chair, her eyes glittered. Leaning her hands on the desk, she asked my father in a low tone, “So, this man is your enemy?”
I butted in with my answer, “It’s sort’ve complicated.” Like that was such an understatement but true here, I suppose. He was Julianna and Valencia’s brother but at the same time, he was extremely dangerous. I had intended to tell her this in the hallway earlier and never got the chance.
“The man is dangerous to say the least,” he answered. “As I said before, to list his misdeeds would take some time. But he will harm others if given the chance.”
“So in essence, I am his babysitter?” she snapped.
