Page 91 of Lie to Me

Just a little bit longer and they’ll tell me he’s okay. Then I’ll do what everyone keeps telling me to do and get my own injuries seen.

They’re not bad, but they will need seeing to eventually if I want to avoid getting an infection.

“Seriously, Sloane, you need to see a doctor. You’re covered in cuts and bruises, and you’re probably malnourished and dehydrated,” my brother adds. I roll my eyes before standing and heading to the water cooler.

He follows after me, not giving up on his argument as I get myself a cup of water tohydratemyself.

“I swear to fuck, if you don’t march your ass down to that emergency department and get yourself looked at, I’m gonna throw you over my shoulder and take you there my damn self,” he grunts as he towers over me. I glare up at him.

“Just fucking try it, Finn. Watch what happens if you put your hands on me.”

“You know your threats don’t work on me,” he mutters before he goes to grab me, but he’s shoved to the side before he has the chance.

“Keep your fucking hands off her,” the new voice says. I turn to see Skye standing there, holding a chair above her head as though she’s about to throw it at him.

Fucking hell.

“Skye, stop! It’s okay,” I say, but there’s a wild look in her eyes and I’m not sure she’s even hearing a word I’m saying. I slowly approach her and land a hand on her shoulder, pulling her attention to me.

“It’s okay.” She nods and thankfully sets the chair down on the floor before turning to Finn and crossing her arms across her chest.

“Who the fuck are you?” he asks, still in shock over what just happened.

“I’m her self-appointed best friend, who the fuck are you?” she retorts. The similarities between them that I’ve never noticed before would be funny if I wasn’t waiting to hear news on Marco right now.

“I’m her twin brother who was trying to get her to be seen by a doctor, since she’s just spent a week captured in a cabin by a psycho before you interrupted. Best friend or not, I will not hesitate to throw you over my shoulder, too, if it gets Sloane to see a doctor,Skye,” he emphasizes her name and at this point I’m ready to just walk away and leave them to it.

“You know, I look into everyone my sister is close to. Usually, I get pretty good results, but you? You’re a ghost,” he states. I watch as her face pales and panic crosses across her expression.

“Enough, Finn,” I mutter, even though I am curious about Skye’s past, it’s up to her to tell me what or who she’s running from.

They share a look, and I can tell they’re silently communicating a way to get me to head down to the ER, but I see a doctor approach Salvatore from my periphery. I leave them both behind without a second glance.

I approach Marco’s family, though I stay behind them. I’m not even sure if they’ll allow me to get anywhere near him since this is all my family’s fault, but Enzo puts his arm around my shoulder and guides me to the front of the group.

“If you don’t mind, this is Miss O’Brien and she will be your point of contact with anything regarding my son,” Salvatore states and my head snaps around to look at him.

He kindly smiles down at me, fondness shining in his eyes, though for the life of me, I have no idea why. “You’re family, Sloane. And it’s what Marco would want.”

I nod slowly before turning back to the doctor in front of us. I’ve never worked with him personally, but I have seen him around the hospital.

He clears his throat before saying, “Mr. Romano suffered some very serious injuries. He’s currently still in surgery, but we do have everything under control and he’s stable.”

Relief rushes through me and I let out a breath, my body sagging as gratitude fills my pores.

“Thank you,” I rasp, and I’m sure the others around me do the same, but the blood rushing in my ears makes it hard to hear as dizziness takes over me.

He’s going to be okay.

He’s going to—

Chapter Forty-Seven

Marco

Past – March 2019

If I hadn’t let Sloane go, today would have been our five-year anniversary.

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