Page 65 of Omega's Vengeance

His eyes glitter with resentment. “I offered you a way out. A way to get your revenge. But it’s obvious where your loyalties lie. I can’t have you blabbing everything to Dario and Valentino. That must be obvious to you. I’m sure you’d do that same in my position. You wouldn’t let me ruin your plans either.”

I growl, “You fucked upmyplans first. If you hadn’t interfered, Valentino and Dario would be dead by now.”

There’s movement by the doorway and Dario and Valentino enter the room. They both stop in their tracks when they see Carlo standing over me with the knife. I’m relieved to see them, but then I realize odds are they won’t be able to stop Carlo from stabbing me. They’re too far away. I’ll have to save myself, if possible.

Problem is, I’m not at my best and Carlo is bigger than me. Carlo gives them a frustrated glare, but then lunges for me. He stabs the knife down toward my stomach, but I somehow manage to grab his wrist. We struggle for a few seconds, but he’s stronger than me. My arm gives under his weight, and the knife slices downward. It misses my abdomen by a hair, and ends up buried in the thin mattress. I grab the railing on the bed and half climb and half throw myself over the railing. I land hard on the ground with a loudoof. Pain zips through the elbow I land on, and my abdomen feels like it’s being ripped open.

Dario shouts something, but I’m too busy desperately trying to cram myself beneath the hospital bed to make out what he said. Breathing hard, I lie on the cold linoleum floor, dazed. Intense pain rolls through my aching body. Carlo swears loudly and I see his shoes moving around the bed. The bastard isn’t giving up. He’s determined to murder me before he can be stopped.

Carlo kneels down, swiping the blade under the bed wildly. I see more shoes join him, and I can hear Dario swearing as he wrestles with Carlo. But Carlo isn’t under control yet. Not if the violent slashing of the knife is anything to go by. The base of the bed is thick plastic, and between that and the wheels, he’s unable to make contact with my body. I stare at the tiny little blue and white dots that make up the pattern of the floor, wondering if this is my last moment alive. It feels like an hour pass as they try to control Carlo, but in truth, it’s only been maybe twenty seconds.

At one point they seem to have Carlo subdued. I peek my head out and see Dario holding Carlo in a head lock. Dario is breathing hard, and there’s a slice down the front of his white dress shirt. The white material has a scarlet stain, and it’s spreading. Fear that Dario has been stabbed jolts through me, but Dario doesn’t seem to be concerned. He’s fully focused on subduing a snarling Carlo. Valentino is letting Dario do most of the work, but he’s watchful.

As I slowly crawl out from under the bed, the nursing staff comes into the room. The nurse from earlier looks horrified as she watches Dario and Valentino drag Carlo to his feet. Carlo drops the knife, and Dario kicks it away.

“What’s going on in here?” The young nurse demands, moving to kneel beside me. She scowls at Dario and Valentino. “Julia, call security.”

“Yes, ma’am,” An older nurse near the door says obediently.

“Wait.” Valentino’s voice is strident. “There’s no need for that. We’ll handle this ourselves.”

“But?” The young nurse begins.

Valentino gives her a tight lipped smile. “Isaid, we’ll handle it.”

Her eyes go wide and she nods. “R… right.” She turns to me. “Are you okay? Did you tear your stiches?”

“I don’t know.” I press my abdomen, wincing. “It hurts, but it already hurt.”

She helps me to my feet and then into the bed. She does a cursory examination of my stiches. “They seem okay.” She frowns at my scraped knees. “Did you fall out of the bed?”

“Kind of,” I mumble.

I meet Dario’s dark gaze. I give him a tentative smile, but he doesn’t return it. He pulls his gaze away, his expression grim. He’s often deadpan, but he looks almost… hurt? I try again to catch his eye, but he won’t look at me.

“Let’s go,” Valentino says to Dario.

With a curt nod, Dario leaves with him, not even bothering with a backward glance. I watch them go, feeling confused. The last time I was with Dario, he was so protective. Doting. But just now, butter wouldn’t have melted in his mouth. Was he simply distracted by having to deal with Carlo?

Did I expect Dario to fawn over me?

No. I didn’t expect that. But as my alpha, I am a bit surprised Dario felt no need to come over and check on me. He barely looked at me. Perhaps he plans on coming back after dealing with Carlo. I realize we’re not the stereotypical couple, but he’s always seemed so protective of me. His lack of attention stands out.

The medical staff filters out of my room. I wait for Dario to return, but he never does. Surely by now they’ve dealt with Carlo?

Dr. Brown makes an appearance though. He’s a middle aged alpha with a bald head, and a few extra pounds. He examines me while the nurse tells him everything that’s happened.

He frowns at my stiches. “The skin was pulled a bit when you fell. I don’t think it’s worth redoing them though. You’re scar will possibly be more pronounced, but I don’t think there’s any risk of infection.”

“When can I leave the hospital?” I ask.

“Tomorrow morning should be fine. That gives us a chance to monitor you a bit more. But when you do go home, I don’t want you to do any exercising for a while. You’ll need to take it easy for a few weeks, to allow the abdominal tissue to heal properly. It’s fine to move around, just nothing strenuous. Don’t lift weights or anything like that. If you feel the need for exercise, maybe go for walks or something like that.”

“Thank you, doctor. I’ll do that.”

He hesitates. “Did you know you were pregnant?”

I stiffen. “What?”

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