Page 166 of Bratva's Vow
“Keep me updated. I want to know the second anything changes.”
“You’ll be the first,” Sergei said.
I hung up. Despite the puking, his mobility issues, and the fevers, Wren had been improving. This had to mean the doctor hadn’t tampered with his treatment, right? We had to shut Archie down before he succeeded in killing Wren.
Through the door came the steady beep-beep-beep of the monitors. A comfort. A threat. A promise.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I would take Wren away. Bring him to another hospital out of state. No oneneeded to know where he was. Then I went back to sit beside my husband.
To plan.
The first instinct was to call Archie. He was the one who always executed my plans. Only this time, he was the plan. Archie was no longer an ally but a threat I had to eliminate. But first, Wren needed to be evacuated to another hospital.
I pulled out my phone again and started searching:ICU air ambulance,international medical transport,private medevac,how fast can I fly a critical patient out of state without raising red flags?
An hour passed in a blur of options, quotes, regulations, and loopholes I planned to blow through if needed. My fingers paused over the screen when another text from Sergei buzzed in.
Sergei:
Update. Doctor left his house half an hour after Archie. Took a suitcase. Checked into a hotel.
My brows pulled together. A suitcase? A hotel? What the fuck were they up to?
About fifteen minutes passed before another update hit.
Sergei:
The doc is on the move. Seems to be heading to the hospital. Darius still has eyes on Archie. He’s back home.
I frowned. Earlier, when Leo made his final rounds, he’d told us he would be off duty for forty-eight hours. He’d given us the name of the doctor who would handle Wren’s case. Why was he heading back to the hospital after Archie’s visit?
Sergei:
I was right. He just pulled into the hospital parking lot. I’ll cover from behind.
I looked at Wren, still sleeping, his skin too pale against the sterile white sheets. The nurse’s shift change had come and gone. The new nurse had casually said Dr. Lopez would be covering tonight.
So why was Leo here?
My pulse surged. I stood up too fast, heart thudding against my ribs like a warning bell. My eyes went to the go-bag Sergei had packed, half-crammed under the visitor’s chair. I crouched, dug into the bottom until my fingers found the cold steel.
The gun felt heavier tonight.
I loaded it with quiet, deliberate hands. No shaking. No second-guessing.
Leo was coming to finish the job. How the fuck did he plan to do that with me there?
I tucked the weapon into the back of my waistband and positioned myself beside the window. From here, I could see the door, the bed, and every inch of floor between them.
I didn’t have to wait long.
The door cracked open a few inches. Silent. No knock. Just a sliver of light. Then Leo slipped in.
No white coat. No clipboard. Just him.
Moving too quietly for a man with nothing to hide.
I stepped forward, pulling the weapon from my back.
