“And she is safe here. This has never happened before, and I doubt it will ever again. Security is putting bulletproof glass throughout the house and not just in the offices and bedrooms.”
He nodded. That would help him settle a bit.
“Do you need anything, honey?”
He shook his head. “Not right now.”
“I’ll wait until you call me instead of checking on you. That way, I don’t disturb her.”
“I’d appreciate that.” He felt her kiss the top of his head before she walked out and closed the door.
The minutes and then hours crept by, and all he could do was stare at Rebeka. She had moved a bit but was otherwise sleeping deeply.
He couldn’t get over the fact he could have lost her. What in the fuck would he have done?
She’d already become a huge part of his life, and it wasscary as hell. He’d been able to ignore how deeply his feelings were for her until he got the call that she’d been shot. He’d lost control like he never had before. Only when the room darkened with nighttime did his fears and anger start to build again.
Dominic wiped a hand down his face. Fuck. He was the head of his mafia family with his mother. He couldn’t let his emotions run this deep. People made mistakes when they cared this much, or the person they cared about was used against them. But how in the hell did he pull back?
The less time he spent with her, the better. Maybe that would help settle him down. It would take a while to overcome his fear of what happened today, but he’d make a monumental effort to push it away.
He couldn’t wait until he found the person who did this and put him in the ground. Only then would he be able to move on and become the man he was supposed to be, not the pussy-whipped bastard he had started to become.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Rebeka sat in a chair in her bedroom, looking out over the backyard. It had been nine days since she’d been shot, and the doctor told her she was healing well and had taken the stitches out.
She asked the man if he was the one who ordered her to stay in her room.
“No, dear. Your husband gave that order. He’s afraid for you.”
He had a funny way of showing it. She hadn’t seen him since the morning after she got hurt, and she’d never forget the cold look on his face. It was like he blamed her for being shot. As her husband, shouldn’t he be the one to take care of her and not his mother, the maids, and the sisters? They had taken turns staying with her until she felt stronger.
“Thank you. Doctor.”
“You’re welcome. Call if you need me, and just try to take it easy for a while.”
“I will.”
She watched the man walk out and had been sitting in the chair ever since. Besides being a bit sore, she felt fine and didn’t want to spend another moment in her room.
Rebeka stood and walked into the bathroom. She showered, dried her hair, and got dressed before she went downstairs.
“Oh, my,” Aria said when she looked up to see her in her office doorway. She rushed to her, took her arm, led her to the sofa, and sat beside her. “How are you feeling?”
“I feel good. The doctor took the stitches out and said I’m doing great.”
“I’m so glad. Are you sure you feel up to being out of the room?”
“Aria, I’ve been ready to leave the room for six days. I’m going nuts. I need something to do.”
“You know I could always use help. I’ve set up an office just down the hall. You’ll need to put your own touches on it, but it has the basics.”
Rebeka smiled. “That’s wonderful.”
“Does Dominic know you’re out of the room?” Aria asked.
“No. I don’t think he knows I exist anymore.”