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“Who’s here?” Aydin picked me up in his arms, and I buried my face in his neck.

“The news.” Nasir removed his jacket and covered it over my face.

“Tell Nicco to bring the car up closer.”

“Already did it. He has the other truck blocking the entrance,” Nasir responded, I peered out behind him and saw the van’s door open.

“Is Tristan really dead?”

“Yeah. He was hiding in a closet with a gun,” Nasir answered.

“Come on, it’s nothing for you to worry about.” Aydin kissed the top of my head and helped me climb in the van, strapped me in, and sat next to me.

“I just want to go home.”

“Did they hurt you?”

“She wouldn’t let me eat or shower, but Carlos allowed it when she wasn’t around.”

“I wish I could kill her again.”

“It’s over now.”

“I’ll take you to the hospital.”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’ve been dehydrated and malnourished.”

“Okay.”

“Listen to me.”

“I know.”

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to protect you.”

He held my hand.

“I know.” He pressed a kiss on my lips, leaned his arms on the back of the seat, and pulled me into his chest.

“Sleep. We’ll be at the hospital soon.”

A few days later in the hospital.

I smiled up at the nurse as she checked my vitals, and Aydin sat at the edge of the bed, running a hand up my leg in comfort. I was being discharged today after all the tests came back negative. Aydin had security outside the door and the building in case any of the Chatsworths tried to come up here and do anything. It was all over the news about my captivity, and reporters tried to call the hospital line and pay nurses to get them inside my room. One tried to steal my trash, and Aydin told the hospital he would sue if anything personal was leaked. They stopped then. I thanked her for letting the bed up and pushed the tray of food in front of me.

“I’ll eat when I get home.”

“You need to have something in your stomach.” I learned her name was Sasha when she cursed out one reporter that tried to sneak up here, and we became close.

“I’ll make sure she eats.” Aydin grinned, and I rolled my eyes. At night, he avoided snuggling with me in the bed. I told him I was fine, but he worried over every little thing I had taken. I told him to release it because it was my own fault for not listening.

“Thank you, Mr. Reeve.” Sasha walked out of my room and a second later, it opened with my parents walking in with balloons.

“She’s awake,” Mom cheered and reached over to hug me. Dad placed the balloons and a bear on the table under the TV.

“I told you I’d be home soon.”

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