She hands me a container of pills and winks at me. And I suspect these might be prenatal vitamins instead of pain killers.
“Thanks,” I say.
Enzo nods, and we walk out of my hospital room, hand in hand.
“You are really okay? Please don’t lie to me. I need to know you are okay. Let me take care of you.”
I stroke his cheek. “I’m fine. I promise.”
He exhales, but I’m not sure if I convinced him or not.
As we walk down the hallway, Enzo catches me up on the status of our team. We didn’t lose as many men as I expected after the double explosion. But at least the attack did one thing: get everyone on our side instead of Felix’s.
Enzo notices one of our men walking toward us. I don’t recall his name, just that he’s dressed in dark jeans and black T-shirt, the unofficial uniform of working for us. Enzo drops my hand as soon as he sees him.
I hate that he dropped my hand, even if it’s a good idea not to show public displays of affection around the team. Some part of me wants him to say, fuck all of them, and hold my hand like he wants to.
“How many men would be available to attack Felix tomorrow, Carter?” Enzo asks.
“Twenty, possibly more,” the man answers.
Enzo gives me a pointed gaze. I’m still in charge. Enzo doesn’t get to make this decision. I do.
“Do you think we should attack Felix tomorrow? Give him a little payback for what he did to us?” Enzo asks.
My eyes dart between the two men. I don’t want to risk any more lives. I don’t want to risk Enzo’s life. Or my life. Or our child’s life. I’ve decided this baby has to be Enzo’s. Think positively for once.
But we need to handle Felix sooner rather than later. Each day that passes, he becomes more dangerous.
“Yes, tomorrow. Tell everyone to meet Enzo and me in the closest bar we own in an hour,” I say.
Carter nods and then leaves us.
“The three of us need to have a talk before we meet with the men,” I say.
“The three of us?”
“You, me, and Langston.”
Enzo tenses, and then takes my hand again as he starts leading me down another hallway.
“No, don’t tell me…” If he tells me Langston is dead, I’m going to die. I can’t survive another person I love dying.
Enzo grabs my cheeks as the tears burn. “Oh, baby. No, Langston is fine, he’s just not in any condition to fight tomorrow.”
I sob in relief.
Enzo pulls me into a tight hug, trying to quell my outburst of tears. Langston is fine; I shouldn’t be crying. Maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones? I don’t know; I just need to cry.
“Come on, let me show you to his room. It might make you feel better,” Enzo says.
We start walking to Langston’s room. We peak our head inside and find Liesel laying with her head on one side of Langston’s bed.
I raise a knowing eyebrow at the sight of her sleeping next to Langston.
He frowns, shaking his head. “Nothing is going on,” he mouths to me.
I grin. Maybe neither of them realize anything is happening between the two of them yet, but they are aloof. Because there is definitely something happening.