Pointing, I said, “Oh God. It’s near C-3.”
“Shit,” he cursed. “That’s gonna be a problem.”
He didn’t have to tell me that. I took enough biology and medical classes to know that messing with that region was dangerous. One wrong move and I could be paralyzed for life or dead.
“How are we going to get it out?”
“I need to speak with the doc because I don’t trust myself to remove it without causing damage.”
“I heard you removed one from a woman. Where was hers located?”
“In her hand,”
“Well shit.”
Thirty-Seven
Donatella
Lorenzo spent another five days in the hospital wing before he was allowed to rest in our own apartment on the second floor. He still hadn’t been able to leave the mansion but from what I’ve seen of the place so far, it was big. I was eager to look around and see exactly what this place offered but Lorenzo was taking up most of my time.
The man was seriously a child when it came to being injured. God help me, I could only imagine what he would be like sick. That was something I was not looking forward to. I had heard that there are two types of sick men, the ones who took it like a man and wanted to be left alone. The other, well those men reverted to their childhoods and whined like a baby every five minutes.
I was positive that Lorenzo was the baby.
Our apartment was lavish but small. We had a nice sized bedroom, with a small living area and a really small kitchen. I was told that when Lorenzo could walk on his own without assistance, we would be moved to one of the houses on the island. I sure hoped they were bigger than this place, because if not he wasn’t going to be a happy camper.
Apparently, he had a reputation to uphold…. a lot of good that would do him on an island in the middle of nowhere.
According to Jonathon, all the houses on the island were assigned according to groupings, which I took to mean I would be living next to one of his family members. I hoped we were next to Gio. Not that I really cared where we lived but I knew Lorenzo would love it.
After my X-ray, I never strayed from his side, refusing to leave, catering to his every whim making sure he was comfortable and needed nothing. It was nice taking care of him, even though he did try my patience more than once but for the last two days all I wanted to do was rip his clothes from his body and sink down onto his dick.
I was dying over here. Well, not really dying but it sure felt like it. Since Lorenzo opened my eyes to sexual gratification, I realized that sex could also be used as a stress releaser. The flood of endorphins during sex was way better than any other form of relief. Nothing compared.
Lorenzo wasn’t helping matters either. Since being moved to our private apartment, the man never wore clothes. Okay, he wore boxers but that was it. Not that I was complaining, I didn’t mind one bit looking at his delicious body. The man was seriously one sexy dish of man meat that I was starving to eat. I tried to keep myself busy but he insisted I sit next to him or worse lay down with him. I was in a constant state of arousal and according to the doctor, relief was five days away.
The man was driving me mad.
“Wanna go outside today?” I asked. “You can try using that walker again.”
That was another thing.
The damn doctor insisted he use the fucking walker until he could hold himself upright.
A fucking walker!
Didn’t the man know that was insulting to a man like Lorenzo? When the doctor mentioned it, I swear Lorenzo’s eyes were about to pop out of his head. Of course, that was nothing compared to when Lorenzo threatened to shove the walker up the doctor’s ass. Hurt and recovering from a stomach wound, the man was still lethal.
“No.” he huffed, reaching for the remote lying next to him, flipping through the channels.
“It’s a lovely day. The doc said the more exercise you get the faster you would heal. Might make you feel better too.”
I knew what would make me feel better and it wasn’t walking.
“Where is everyone? No one’s come by in the last two days.”
“Merc and his team left yesterday. Something about needing to blow something up. Gideon is still in California last I heard. Apparently, things are not going well with the Golden Skulls. And your family is due to arrive in a few days.”