Chapter Eighteen
Olivia
“Everything looks good, all things considered.” The doctor shoots me an awkward smile, and I’m sure she’s trying her best to deal with my intense family. Finn isn’t here, but Sabine and Madelaine are. They rushed right over to the hospital and have been here with me the entire time. I was really lucky given everything that happened. Ended up breaking a rib, but I’ll deal with it.
“Thank you, doc,” I tell the woman, and she steps out of the private room I was able to obtain. I’m sure one of my brothers paid someone high up to get me in a room and to get me an overnight stay here, but for once, I don’t mind. Everything that transpired tonight scared the living hell out of me and I wanted to make sure I’m okay. Being drowned isn’t exactly something I go through every day, so being under a doctor’s supervision isn’t scary to me. If anything, it calms me down.
“So, what’s gonna happen next, you going to literally die?” Madelaine says, shaking her head, and Sabine glares at her.
“Relax, grumpy, I’m only throwing some dark humor her way.” Madelaine immediately defends herself, and I offer her a smile.
“Thanks for the joke, but, honestly I just want a normal life.”
“Normal? Ha!” Now Sabine is the one with the attitude.
“Normal isn’t something any of us will ever have, and you know it,” Madelaine adds, and I know she’s right. I’m not wrong for wishing, though.
Sabine’s cell starts ringing, and I keep an eye on her as she stands from her seat and answers it, but speaks in a low tone by the door. Madelaine notices it, too, and shrugs her shoulders. “I’m sure you’ve noticed her sneaky shit lately. It’s become quite frequent. I’m gonna start taking bets on who she’s talking to. Wanna join? We can have some fun with this shit.” Madelaine wiggles her eyebrows, and I do let out a laugh, but I wish I didn’t. The sharp pain in my side knocks the breath out of me, and Madelaine’s expression shifts to one of concern. “Fuck, are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. It’s just the rib,” I mutter, waving her off. It hurts like a bitch, but I’ll be fine. As long as Finn is handling Mason, I’ll be perfectly fucking fine.
The man who was guarding me . . . he was working with Ashton, obviously. Why else would he have been guarding the door to the pool? I have such a hard time wrapping my head around this bullshit. He’s the man who always had his eyes on me. I figured it was because he had a harmless crush, but now I think he wanted to hurt me.
Finn will make him suffer in ways he never thought was possible, and even though it won’t take away my pain, it’ll make me feel better. One thing I’m starting to realize is men like Mason don’t deserve to live. They need to be put in the ground, because it’s the one place they belong—where they can’t hurt anyone else.
Sabine hangs up the phone and walks over to Madelaine and me. She sits back down in her chair, and Madelaine, nosy Madelaine, immediately grills her. “So, who was on that call?”
Sabine locks eyes with Madelaine and the tension in the room immediately thickens. “How are you always like this?”
“Always like what?” Madelaine replies.
“So . . . intrusive.”
“Eh, it’s a god-given talent, I guess.” Madelaine shrugs, and I laugh, though quickly clench my side as the pain radiates through me.
“In all seriousness, do we need to postpone the wedding? I mean, how are you going to walk down the aisle in your condition?” Sabine asks me with concern lacing her voice.
Without hesitation, I reply, “I will crawl down the aisle if I fucking have to. No way are we postponing. I will marry Finn and I know it might be tough with my ribs, but we’ll damn well make it work.”
Madelaine gives me a nod and smirk that basically says ‘hell yeah’, while Sabine seems stressed. She’s never been able to understand my stubbornness, though she should. She’s the most bullheaded of all the DeLancy women.