Page 32 of Blinded By The Sun
Ciro
When I get off the plane, I check my messages. I get a lot of notifications. My home alarm went off. Something is wrong. Bobby has called me more times than anyone has ever called me. Matteo left me like 100 voice messages.
“Did Matteo call you guys, too?” I ask Boston and Adriano.
“Yeah. What’s happening?” Adriano asks.
I freeze once I see the message. Jones attacked King. They’re at the hospital. “Let’s go. I’ll explain when we get to the hospital. Jones is dead.” It’s not a statement, but a promise.
My family knows when the other side of me comes out, so they don’t ask. We drive to the hospital in silence. When we get there we exit and figure out where King is. I may not be showing how I feel but the beat of my heart is the only thing showing how I really feel. I can’t think straight. I don’t even think I can see past my rage. I keep it in as we’re escorted to the separate area where King is. When I get close to the door I notice Matteo sitting outside of the room. “Teo? What happened?”
Matteo looks up at me with tears in his eyes. “I couldn’t protect her, Unc. I wasn’t there for her when she needed me.” He tears up some more.
I hug him to my body. “It’s okay. Let’s just see what’s happening, okay? Where’s the doctor?”
“Inside with her, he just got here.”
“All right, stay out here for a moment okay. Who’s inside with her?”
“Bobby is in there with her, Smyth is checking out the hospital and making sure no one else knows she’s in here.”
“Okay good.” I walk into the room and King is asleep. Her eyes are closed, and she looks okay so far. I breathe out, relieved that he didn’t rough her up.
“Mr. Sarkozy, I hear you’re her guardian? Next of kin?” He inquires.
“Just tell me what the hell is happening to her? Is she okay? Did he hurt her or what?” I ask, not in the mood for pleasantries.
He clears his throat, and he looks at Bobby who won’t look me in the eye. “Well, Miss Storm, miscarried.”
“She did what?” I ask again. I must be going insane.
“She miscarried.” He repeats.
I have nothing to ask. I just stand there looking like a dummy.
“What happened?” Boston asks. “How far along was she?” He asks, I want to know. Was she pregnant this whole time?
“She was 3 weeks and a day pregnant. You probably didn’t know this, and this would’ve probably started showing up a little later. It was too early to determine whether it was what she endured or if she naturally miscarried,” he says.
“Get him the fuck out!” I say. I can’t think straight. I see red.
“What?” The doctor asks.
“Get. The. Fuck. Out!” I growl, practically foaming at the mouth.
Boston leads him out of the room, and I take another look at King. Someone hurt her for nothing. It hurts me. There’s a part of me that was hiding from her because I felt like it was too early to even like her. Or let alone miss her. But fuck, I did. I take a deep breath in and out; I walk up to her. I lean down, kissing her forehead. I move back and I look at her face. She smiles as if she knows who just kissed her.
I turn around and walk out of the room. “Where are you going?” Adriano asks.
“A life for a life.” Is all the words I say to them as I walk out.
As I leave the hospital, I call another one of my boys, Goodwin. “Boss.” He answers.
“Trap him in my home.” I say to him.
“Done.”
“Leave my favorite item at the door outside for me.”
