Spencer glances back at Milo with a heavy sigh. “If anything happens, if you need anything…”
“I know,” Milo groans. “I’ll call. Just go and handle this.”
Spencer glances back at us and very quickly drops down to Milo and brushes the softest kiss over his lips before walking out the door with Charlie and Colton behind him.
“Now, you,” Milo says, forcing my attention right back to him. “Get that fucking chair and drag it over here. You’ve been gone for three days and I want to know everything that’s been going on.”
I do as I’m told and as I’m dragging the chair over, I meet his eyes. “Everything?” I question. “Because I’m not sure that you can handle everything at the moment.”
“Shit,” he says. “Is it that bad?”
“Fucking worse than bad.”
“How is it that those fucking idiots keep fucking everything up? What the fuck did they do this time?”
“Only one of them,” I warn him with a heavy sigh, feeling the raw emotions of the last twenty-four hours creeping up on me. I settle into the chair beside his bed and prepare to tell him every last thing that has gone down over the past day. “You’ll never guess what fucking moron decided it’d be a good idea to propose.”
His one good eye goes wide and just like that, we fall into conversation without a single detail being spared until the boys finally return, each of them with bruised and bloodied knuckles, promising that justice has been served.Chapter 33I walk out of Milo’s hospital room with Colton, feeling a million times better now knowing that Milo is going to be alright. He has a long recovery ahead of him, but the second the boys returned with the news that his attackers were left hardly breathing, his spirits brightened right up.
He hadn't quite hit the usual level of Milo-ness that he generally functions at, but by the end of our visit, I could see him slowly beginning to return. Plus, the nurse came in and hit him with some pretty strong drugs so that could definitely have something to do with it.
Milo is generally a happy guy with high spirits so long as he holds onto that and doesn’t let this attack bring him down, he should be able to heal a lot quicker. There’s nothing better for a healing body than a healthy mind and with me and the boys at his side, he’s going to be alright.
Though, the fact that he told me where to find his porn stash, glitter, and sex toys, and then gave me the password for his computer to wipe his browsing history says a lot. His dramatic flair was back and that told me everything I needed to know. Milo is going to be back to bugging me as often as he can in no time.
We stayed in his room all through the night and it wasn't until the early hours of this morning that the nurses finally got sick of us and kicked us out, insisting that Milo needed to rest—despite his objections. But she was right, the door hadn’t even closed behind us before Milo passed out.
Colton and I step into the elevator to take us down to the parking garage and as the doors lock us into the confined space together, our issues suddenly become very loud.
Colton hits the button to send us down and as the elevator starts moving, he crowds me into the wall, blocking me with his hands on either side, keeping me trapped. “I missed you,” he murmurs, raising his chin and brushing his lips over mine. “You walked out on me.”
I nod. “You lied to me,” I whisper. “You let me believe that Marco was going behind bars just like his brothers.”
“To be fair,” he says. “When I said that, I thought that was what was going to happen. It wasn’t until Sunday afternoon that I heard he was back in town. I couldn't miss the opportunity to make it right. He killed Maryne, I couldn’t just let it go.”
I nod again and press my hand against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath his shirt. “I got your email.”
“I know,” he grumbles with a cocky smirk. “I got a notification that it was read only thirty seconds after hitting send. You never replied though.”
“You didn’t deserve a reply.”
His eyes heat, realizing that I’m just being stubborn and loving that we’re able to talk about this without it turning into something so much more. “You’re not scared of me,” he comments, referring to the way I backed away from him in his bedroom.
I take his hand and curl it into a fist, looking down at his bruised knuckles. I press my lips to them, loving that he’d go to such lengths for Milo while also hating that he’s hurt. “You were right,” I tell him. “I’m not afraid of you or what you did. I’ve been around the Widows for far too long that I feel somewhat immune to that darkness. I guess it just came as a shock that you had that in you. I’d filed you away as one of the good guys and then you made me go and undo all my paperwork.”