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“You could have fucking died Daniella.” Travis’ low voice spoke next to me.

My mom squeezed my hand. “I’m going to go to the cafeteria. I’ll let you two have a minuet.”

When my mom left, I finally looked over to him. I felt like I was in trouble. Which, not like that’s anything new.

He leaned up, placing both feet on the ground. “First thing,” he said.

He stood, reaching for the nape of my neck and pressed his lips to mine. “I was so fucking scared, Princess,” he whispers.

I nodded; my throat suddenly thick with emotion.

“I love you,” he said next, with another press to my lips.

“I love you, too.” I whispered back.

He sat back down, crossing his ankle over his knee again. “Second thing.” He ran his fingers over his stubble. “You ever pull some shit like this again, neglecting your health like that. You will not like the consequences.”

His sharp tone sends a shiver up my spine. Of course, even in a damn hospital bed with tubes sticking out my body he can still turn me on. Ridiculous.

“I’m sorry. You’re right.” I leaned my head back on the pillow. “You know I hate doctors Travis and...”

“No. That’s not an excuse Daniella. This is life and death. This is fucking serious.”

He sat up again, I thought he was angry, but when I met his blue eyes, I saw he wasn’t. He was scared. It was fear, not anger.

“It will never happen again,” I said quietly.

“Good. Because being without you is not an option, understand?” He lifted an eyebrow at me with that last word.

I swallowed hard. “I understand.”

“Good. Now, my main priority right now is to get you home and healthy. No funny business, Princess.”

I smiled, as always, he’s back to bossing me around. “What if I like funny business?”

His muscles flexed as he stood up, stretching to his full height. “Oh, don’t worry, your punishment is coming.”

That warning shouldn’t sound intriguing, but here I am, intrigued as fuck.

I spent two days in the hospital. For some miraculous reason the doctor never mentioned my bruised side. It had faded a little, but it was still pretty evident. I’m sure my brother had something to do with that, or maybe even Doc. He came by my room to see me right before I was discharged. He hadn’t gotten my results back yet when the incident happened and I had reassured him it was not his fault. In reality I knew it was mine. I should have listened to my body and went to the doctor. Like usual, I was stubborn, thinking if I just ignored it, it would eventually go away. Similar to my feelings for Travis. That plan clearly failed.

When I finally made it home, I was already feeling so much better. I actually haven’t felt this good in a while. The doctor said it would take me a couple of weeks to fully recover and regain my energy. My instructions were to rest, and stay hydrated. Of course, Travis insisted speaking directly with the doctor to get the recovery instructions from him. He said he didn’t “trust me” to do what I’m told. Considering my track record, he’s probably right.

I went to sleep that night healthy, in a warm bed, with two tattooed arms wrapped my waist. It almost didn’t seem real.

Chapter 32

Travis

We got Dani home and she has been resting for a couple of days. I threatened to strap a bell to her neck so I could know when she was up doing shit she isn’t supposed to. I definitely got my ass chewed for a solid ten minutes.

I had just gotten to the shop when Maverick called me into the office. Boston sat on the chair in front of the desk with an uncomfortable expression.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Tell Widow to get in here too.” Maverick nodded towards the shop.

I hollered for him and when he came in Boston started.

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