Page 132 of Bazooka
At the sound of a female voice, Luz turned and scowled.
“It’s you again!”
The nurse, judging by her uniform, looked annoyed.
“I need to check the patient’s blood pressure, Mr. Zablonsky,” she said, glancing at me apologetically. “You’re interfering with my work and making a scene. Again.”
“Fuck you, Nurse Ratched,” Luz hissed. “I’m not leaving my fiancé. I also have this.”
I spotted handcuffs in his hand, and in the next moment, his hand was cuffed to my bed.
Jordan burst into laughter and tried to disguise it by coughing. Adam looked amused, too. Maddox chuckled and said, “You’re a ridiculous person, Zablonsky.”
“I’m calling a doctor.” The nurse said with a sigh. “I’m not paid enough for this.”
“Yeah, and your shoes are ugly,” Luz shouted after her.
I was about to reprimand him when I felt his sweet lips on mine, and my brain shut down. Just like that.
“Rest,kochanie. I’ve got you.”
The rest of the story didn’t sound so good. It turned out that while we were dealing with Mendoza, he was transferring a shipment of weapons across the border. The whole thing was a setup. Mendoza drew our attention away from his criminal activity by messing with us personally. When Marcello showed up and told me the fucker managed to escape from the detention center, I went livid. But then again, as I said before, Mendoza was as slippery as an eel.
After I heard it all, my head was hurting big time.
“Boys, girls, and theys, get the fuck out,” Luz said, sounding impatient. “I need to talk to my fiancé. And if any of you lets Officer Vile into this room, I’m officially cancelling you.”
“Fiancé?” I said when everyone left. “I have a feeling I’m missing something.”
“Never mind that,” Luz breathed, wide-eyed. “Did you mean what you said in the chapel?”
I knew exactly what he meant, but I decided to fuck with him because he was behaving like a brat.
“What do you mean?” I said, frowning in confusion.
Aquamarine eyes found mine, filled with alarm.
“You don’t remember?” Luz whispered, turning pale. “Maybe you have amnesia. Oh my God, you have amnesia, don’t you?”
I burst into laughter because he was just hilarious.
“I don’t have amnesia, pest.”
Luz groaned. “Don’t tease me. Are you teasing me? If you are, please stop and just say it. My brain is fucking with me, and I don’t know if I imagined it or not. Do you love me?”
“Did you just say the L word again?” I asked him, frowning.
“You bet I said the fucking L word again, you duffel bag freak,” Luz exclaimed. “Now say it back, or else.”
I grinned. “I love the shit out of you.”
He blinked in disbelief. “Really?”
“Really.”
“Thank God!” he said, breathing a sigh of relief. “Now it’s official. We’re getting married. Also, we have a barbecue to attend to.”
I cocked my eyebrows. “Does that mean…?”
