Page 15 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
“Miss, here’s your hospital release paperwork. I understand you can’t sign your name. But if you could put an X here that will be good enough,” he points to the signature section.
Just then a name flashes through my mind.
I scream.
Tomas and Mateo come rushing in from the corridor.
“My name—my name’s Zoe.”
Unfortunately, that is all that comes to me.
“Zoe?” Mateo says as he stares at me in bewilderment, with Tomas beside him. “I like it,” he says, rushing over to me. He sits on the side of the bed and gives me a blinding smile that warms my cheeks.
It’s hard to not want to crumple under the weight of Mateo’s smile or attention, the man is hot.
Facts.
My life is already one massive mess, adding falling for your savior to it is not going to help me get any better. I can certainly look at and admire him in my head that is all. Looking up, I see Tomas with a scowl as he stares at Mateo sitting on the bed. Are they together? Hadn’t even thought about it but maybe they are. Tomas’s stare meets me over Mateo’s head, and he gives me a tight smile.
“Zoe, it’s nice to meet you,” he says rather formally.
“Guessing you wouldn’t happen to know your last name then?” the doctor asks.
I shake my head because that is all I remember. What happens if that isn’t my name? And it’s just a name I remember. It could be someone else’s.Then you’re going to be called Zoe for the foreseeable future.
“This is a great start, Miss Zoe. Mateo has all the details regarding your care. I wish you well, young lady, and I hope you get all the answers you need,” the doctor says before wishing me well and moving on to his next patient.
“Zoe. Zoe. Zoe.” Mateo says my name excitedly. “It feels nice having something to call you.”
“Might not be long till you remember more,” Tomas adds.
“Now that I know my name, I don’t have to come home with you both. Point me in the direction of a hotel or hostel, and I’ll work it out.”
“No. I won’t hear of it,” Mateo states.
“Just go with it. Once he’s made up his mind there’s no way of changing it,” Tomas explains.
“Are you sure you’re okay with me coming home with you?” I ask Tomas.
“It’s what Mateo wants.”
I didn’t miss the way he said it’s what Mateo wants not what he does. I will stay one night and then tomorrow I will say my goodbyes and try and find my way home. Mateo is too nice of a human for me to come in and upset his relationship.
“Come on, let’s get you home.” Mateo grins.
“I’m excited for you to see our house,” Mateo tells me as he pushes me through the hospital in the wheelchair while Tomas brings the car around to the front.
“I bet it’s gorgeous. You seem to me to have great taste. I’m just happy to get some fresh air.”
“We have plenty of that. We also have a pool that overlooks the ocean.”
Sounds like paradise, one that I would happily give anything to enjoy in any other life.
We roll through the exit doors of the hospital and toward a slick, black Mercedes.
Tomas is standing beside it, looking like he’s a model in a car ad. Dressed in dark jeans and a white collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up showing off his tanned olive skin and corded muscles, dark Aviators hide his curious hazel eyes. His light brown hair is the only thing rumpled about him. He seemsvery strait-laced and serious compared to Mateo, who is like an excitable puppy, wearing his emotions on his sleeve.
“Are you ready?” Tomas asks, holding out his hand to me.
