Page 92 of Give Me Forever Love

How could I survive?

“Let’s give the man some privacy,” Mills says to Jace and Claire. I don’t look back at them, but I’m sure Claire is putting up a fight. Surprisingly, she doesn’t say anything, though.

“I’ll be outside having a smoke, brother,” Jace says.

I hear the door click shut, and I exhale as I shut my eyes. My chest caves, and my heart weeps for the ones we love.

Did I do this?

Did my affiliation with Danny cause this? I wipe my face and sniff.

Moretti.

Who the hell is that?

I need answers. I need to find out what the fuck happened and why they came after my family and me. The door behind me opens, and I turn my head to see a man with gray hair and a white coat.

“Mr. Grant?” he asks.

I clear my throat and sniff again. “Yeah,” I say, my voice sounding hoarse.

“I hear you’ve caused quite a ruckus,” he says, walking around the room and sitting where Mills was.

I don’t reply to that. “Can you tell me what’s wrong with my wife?” I ask, not asshole-like, just tired and wanting some answers.

He nods, understanding that I’m not in a playful mood.

“She’s been through quite a lot today. She has a mild concussion. Her arm has been cut pretty deep from the passenger side window. The whole right side of her body is bruised severely, but thankfully, there are no broken bones. She’s lucky that truck hit the backside of the car. Otherwise, this might not have turned out so well. She’s going to be very sore over the next few days.”

“Why is she asleep?” I ask.

“We gave her something to help her rest. She’s been worried sick about you, but her body has been through it. She went into labor when she woke up and they told her you’d been shot and were in surgery. Luckily, the baby was ready to say hello, so it went well.

“But her body was already in shock, so like I said, she’s been through it.” He looks over at her. “She’s a tough one. She’ll be just fine as long as she takes it easy for a while.” He stands up. “Now, you, on the other hand, need rest.”

“Put me a bed in here,” I say.

“Sir, we can’t just move beds around.”

“This room is big enough for two beds. I want to be near my wife. I have plenty of money to donate to this fucking hospital.”

He sighs, clearly thinking it’s not best to argue with someone in my state. “Fine. I’ll arrange it.”

“Thank you,” I say.

“You’re welcome. I’ll inform your doctor also who’ll be back to check on you shortly.”

“What about Rylee?” I ask.

“When your wife is ready to wake up, we will bring Rylee down here. Until then, she needs rest and so do you.

“The quicker you get better, the quicker you can go home. Which a lot of people will be grateful for.” He chuckles like he’s joking, but I can tell he means it.

He exits the room, and I sigh before resting my head on the bed.

Like the good doctor promised, the arrangements were made only a short time later, and my doctor did come by and inform me everything was looking good with my arm. No permanent damage was done. It was a clean shot. I was lucky.

We were both so lucky.

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