Page 139 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

Tears sting my eyes. I reach for his hand.

He squeezes my hand. “I can’t lose you, Lila. I love you.”

My breath catches, but I can’t say anything because Andre stops the car in the ambulance bay, throwing open the driver’s door and rushing around to help me out of my seat.

“Sir!” A nurse is running over to the car. “Sir, you can’t park there!”

Andre ignores her as he wraps an arm around my waist and lifts me out of the car.

“Andre, she’s right.” I cling to his shirt.

He lets out a breath, his jaw rigid as he turns to face the woman who’s charging toward us.

He adjusts me in his arms and takes something out of his pocket. He hands the nurse a wad of hundred-dollar bills. “Here. Park it and leave the keys at reception for De Luca.”

“Sir, I—” The look on Andre's face and the blood stains on his hands and shirt probably have her thinking better of it, and she takes the money.

“That’s probably more than her Christmas bonus,” I mutter.

“I’ll give every person in this fucking hospital a thousand dollars if it means ensuring you’re safe, sweetheart,” he murmurs into my hair.

My eyes close for a moment as I take in the feeling of his strong body beside mine. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

“I’ll always come for you. Always.” He presses a kiss to my hair. “Now, let’s get you checked out.”

“Everything looks good, Miss Morano.” Dr. Peterson removes my blood pressure cuff. “Your blood pressure is a little elevated, but it’s nothing to be concerned about.”

“And the baby?” I cling to Andre’s hand as I try to read Dr. Peterson’s expression.

He seems to sense my anxiety as his kind face breaks out into a smile. “Your baby is fine. It has a very strong heartbeat, and seems to be progressing nicely.”

“Oh, thank god.” My eyes overflow with tears.

It seems as if they’ve been running tests for hours, checking vitals and running bloodwork.

I’m sure many of them were unnecessary, but Andre insisted that they run every possible test just in case, paid the doctors off to ensure I was receiving the best care, and from the size of my private room, it worked.

Andre wraps his arms around me and holds me tightly, gently stroking my hair as I sob into his shirt.

“I would like to keep you overnight just to monitor your blood pressure, but it’s highly likely we can send you home tomorrow.”

I’m barely listening, only caring that my baby is healthy and safe and that Andre is by my side.

Andre gets to his feet to shake Dr. Peterson’s hand. “Thank you so much, doctor, for taking such good care of Lila.”

Dr. Peterson nods and offers me one last smile before leaving the room.

I watch Andre with his back to me, and his shoulders are still rigid.

“Andre…”

He turns, his eyes constantly searching my face. As if he can’t quite believe I’m all right.

“Sit with me.” I tap the space beside me on the bed.

I shift across to make room, and he sidles in beside me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

“I thought I lost you,” he whispers.

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