Page 95 of The Boss
Yup, worth it.
“First, you should probably stitch me up.”
“Stitch you up? How about I just let you bleed out? Who are you! What are you!”
“You won’t let me bleed out.”
She makes a show of sitting in my desk chair and crossing her arms. Her tits are pushed up. They’re also cold.
Focus, man.
I turn, knowing that giving her my back will send her over the edge. I move across the cavernous space that’s a makeshift gym. That’s where the bathroom is and it holds almost every medical supply we could need.
“Bold of you to walk away from me right now! Hope you don’t pass out and bust your head open on this cement floor and die!” She calls.
“You’re in love with me,” is all I say back.
I hear her growl, leap up from the seat, I think, based on how it rolls and crashes, and stomp up behind me.
“No, I’m not!”
“Now you’re lying.”
She scoffs, “Like you would know.”
I stop in the bathroom doorway and say, “Takes one to know one, and…” I grab the doorjamb because I’m starting to sway. I guess I lost a lot of blood. My adrenaline is waning. And I probably reopened the wound while taking my wife’s virginity up against a damn wooden door. I wince at…all of it. “I’m telling you. It’s going to be a lot harder for you to do this if I pass out.”
Her nostrils flare as she watches me. Finally she concedes. She stomps past me into the bathroom. I fight a smile when I hear her ranting in Italian. She goes on and on under her breath as she takes in the massive tiled room that is half medicine bay, half spa-style-bathroom. She’s looking around with lots ofwhat thehells andgiant assholes.She spits them all again when she spots the bedroom through the adjoining door. It’s got a luxury hotel vibe to it, even though you can still sense it’s in a bunker.
“Ugh!” She cries, flinging open the medicine cabinet. “I’m not a nurse, do you know what to do?”
“Aye,” I say, making my way over.
“Of course you do. You probably did medical training before your six monthsliving off the land.”
I don’t comment because she’s not far off. I grab the supplies and then hobble over to the rolling chair. It would be easier for her if I got up onto the table but I truly think I’ll pass out if I try. Should not have had sex after that much blood loss.
Worth it. Sosofucking worth it.
I lay out everything on the counter and pull off my shirt. I wince. She watches.
Eventually, panting and sweating like a weak little bitch, I’m ready. I lift my arm so she can see the bullet wound.
“Went straight through. Saline rinse, both sides,” I tell her. She picks it up and, because she’s my wife, she crosses her arms and levels me with a glare.
“You talk, and maybe I’ll keep you alive.”
“You need me alive,Lasa.”
She laughs, “You think I can’t figure out how to get a message to Vix over there at that spaceship desk?”
“Vix just blew up my house,” I try.
“Liar,” she replies, unfazed.
I sigh. We both know she’ll stitch me up but I’d rather stay conscious for it.
“I did kill my twin brother. Quinn senior, my biological father, forced us to fight it out. Brian was bleeding and in pain and our father just kept pushing us, shouting, guns to our heads to keep fighting. We just had small knives. He wanted it to be slow and as brutal and painful as possible.” Luna’s breaths turn rapid.“Spray the saline, Luna.” She blinks hard and nods. She starts cleaning so I go on, “I couldn’t do it to him. He was hurting badly. I disarmed Quinn senior, that’s how I scarred my face, scuffling to get his gun. But I won and I shot my brother in the head so it would be over. I was thirteen.”
