When we reach the apartment building, I help Rosalie out of the SUV and lift her into my arms again.
“Do I need to call a doctor?” Luca asks as we step into the elevator.
“Please,” I murmur before kissing her hair again.
When the elevator doors open, I walk to the living room and place her gently on a couch.
I hear Luca making the call to a doctor on our payroll before he calls Parisi.
“Put him on speaker,” I order, wanting to hear every word.
“What do you want,” Parisi snaps.
“You have Rosalie's luggage and documents. Have someone deliver everything to us.”
“I’ll do that when you pay us the ten million she owes us.”
My temper flares, but before I can tell Parisi to go to hell, Nikolas says, “I’ll pay the debt.”
“What the fuck?” I snap.
He locks eyes with me. “I took everything when I killed Antonio and Ricco. I’ll pay it.”
“Today,” Parisi demands.
“As soon as you deliver Rosalie’s belongings,” Nikolas counters him.
“And if you try to ambush us, I’ll fucking come to your house and wipe out your family,” I threaten him.
Gabriel hands Rosalie a glass of water while Liam stands to the side.
“When we attack, you’ll know it,” Parisi hisses. “My man will be there within the hour. You’ll make the payment and get out of my city before sunset.”
“It’s a deal,” Luca agrees.
With burning rage, I get the first aid kit, and taking a seat next to Rosalie, I start to wipe the blood from her face. Every time she flinches, I press a kiss on her forehead.
When the doctor arrives, he informs us Rosalie’s arm might be broken, but she needs to go to a hospital so they can take an X-ray.
“We have to leave before sunset,” Luca reminds us. “We don’t have time for a hospital.”
“I can go to one in LA,” Rosalie says. “I’m kinda getting used to the pain.”
“I’ll give you something to help until you can get the medical care you need,” the doctor says. “I’ll also secure her arm in a sling.”
“Can you wait until I’ve changed out of the dress? Please?” Rosalie asks.
“Of course.” The doctor gives her a comforting smile, earning himself a bonus.
Rosalie keeps stealing glances at me with the different expression in her eyes. I can’t place it, though, and wish we were alone so I could ask her what it means.
“Parisi’s man is here,” Luca announces.
Pulling my Heckler & Kochs from behind my back, I check the clips as I climb into the elevator with Luca.
“Don’t kill the man,” he says drily.
“I can’t promise anything,” I joke.