Page 117 of The Silencer

I gasp and sit up, Anthony’s dick still inside of me.

“Thank you. Can we see him?” I ask, and Doc nods before leaving the room.

I scramble off Anthony, groaning when his dick slides from me. But now’s not the time. Anthony seems to think the same thing because he’s up and pulling on some pajama bottoms. I do the same, nearly running out of the room before realizing I have no idea where Teddy is.

“Here,” Anthony says, moving us both down the hallway. “He’s in here.”

I follow him and as soon as the door opens and I see my wounded bodyguard in a makeshift bed, I let out a cry of relief.

“Teddy,” I choke out as I stumble toward him, grabbing on to his big hand and linking my fingers with his. “You’re okay.”

He nods and wets his lips.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He shakes his head and then his free hand reaches out and cups my cheek gently.

That just makes me cry again. I’m a blubbering mess. I lean against his good arm and have to stop myself from crawling into bed with him.

“Here,” Anthony says, and I see him pull up a chair for me to sit in. “That way you’re more comfortable.”

I nod and take a seat, Anthony putting a blanket over my shoulders. “Stay as long as you want. Kick him out when you need space, Teddy.”

Teddy just nods and then his lips lift in a small smile.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” I whisper wetly.

He just squeezes my hand and then nods to the space beside him.

“Yeah? You sure?” I ask and he nods, so I clamber in beside him and rest my head on his good shoulder.

Anthony huffs beside me, but leaves me alone.

It’s fine. I just need to hear him breathe.

When Teddy finally falls asleep, I linger for a little while longer before sneaking off to check on Luca and Viktor.

I find them all in Anthony’s office, pulling Viktor into a long hug as soon as I can. He smells like smoke despite his shower, but he still pats my back and mutters that he’s fine. I move toward Luca next. He’s puffing on a cigarette on the couch, his palms bandaged, a singe on his cheek.

My legs carry me over to him, and I crawl onto his lap.

He chuckles, blowing smoke from the corner of his mouth. He has a bruise on his right eye, and I touch it lightly.

“Glad you’re okay,” he says, and I nod, clinging to him.

“I’m so glad you’re okay too. I guess it must have been pretty bad for Anthony to let you smoke in here.”

“It was something,” he says as he presses a kiss to my forehead.

“Alright, enough,” Anthony says and then calls me to him.

I just look up from where I’m nestled against Luca’s chest and sigh. “Just a moment.”

Luca laughs softly and then shifts me on his lap, his hand stroking up and down my back.

“I don’t share Tatum,” Anthony says, and Luca nods.

“I know, Boss. Don’t worry. I’m not interested in your boy. Now tell me what the plan is?”

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