Page 17 of Enzo
I wince and shake my head. “He’s come by, but I haven’t seen him.” Doc hits me over the side of the head. “What the fuck, Doc?! You crazy ass.”
He pulls his phone out of his pocket. The look on his face is nothing but trouble, and my heart leaps into my throat as I know exactly what the fucker is doing. I try to reach for the device but he jumps off the bed.
“Doc, don’t!”
“Too late,” he replies while typing.
“Fucking tattletale.”
“Più problemi di quanto vali,” he mutters just loud enough for me to hear.
“I don’t think you’re allowed to talk to me like that,” I grouse.
He gives me a look but turns his attention back to his phone, lips turning up in an evil grin.
“You’re in trouble,” he sings.
“Fuckyou,” I spit. “I want to go home.”
“Too bad. The Boss is coming to check up on you tomorrow. I’m sure he’ll agree you can’t be trusted on your own.”
“You fucking asshole. You can’t run to him every time you don’t get your own way, you prick.”
He wiggles his phone. “And yet…”
“I hate you.”
Doc shrugs and shoves his phone back in his pocket. “Fine by me. You don’t have to like me in order for me to get you healthy.”
I huff and slide lower in my bed, arms crossed over my chest. I’m aware I’m pouting but fucking hell, did he have to tell fucking Cristian? No one likes to face their boss for anything, but amafia Boss? I am so screwed. Doc places a gentle hand on my shoulder. “It’s for your own good, Enzo. I’m not doing any of this to be a dick.”
“I know, but you understand how emasculating this is, right? I’m used to being someone reliable who stands on my own two feet. It’s…humiliating knowing I need so much help. That it’ll be even longer now before I can start to learn to fucking walk again, thanks to the second surgery. I don’t want anyone to see me this way.
“My position means I have a certain image to uphold. After Joel and Gabriele, I was the highest ranked bodyguard in the organization. This is… It’s a hard pill to swallow.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I don’t want to make this harder for you, but I’m not going to allow you to hurt yourself unnecessarily. So Cristian will be here tomorrow to kick your ass, and I’m sure Benji will follow. After that, talk to the therapist. He was vetted by both Hollis and Carter. Nothing you tell him will shock him. Let him help you.”
It’s a hard pill to swallow, but… paired with Kail’s soft, genuine concern, it wears me down. “Okay.” I let out a long sigh. “I’m sorry for being such a dick.”
“I won’t accept that because I know you well enough to know it won’t be the last time.”
That elicits a laugh. “Asshole.”
“So you’ve said.” He squeezes my shoulder. “You good?”
I meet his eyes reluctantly. “Yeah, I’m okay. Thanks.”
“Any time. You sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I am. Promise.”
“Good. Text me if you need anything, okay?”
“Sure, I will. Now go, I’m sick of your face.”
Laughing, he gives my shoulder one more squeeze before letting go and leaving the room.
Kail comes in after Doc, shutting the door behind him. “You okay?”
