Page 168 of The Billionaire's Secret
"She’s my wife," Saint’s shoulders bunch, "I take the risks."
"Fuck that," Weston scowls. "We have each other’s backs."
"So what if we don’t always like each other," Sinclair mutters.
"Except Baron." Damian glowers. "He prefers to keep his shit separate."
"Fucking Baron," Edward agrees.
Antonio glances between them, "You guys are insane."
"Am I late…?" Arpad walks in with a blonde on his arm. She screams.
There’s a soft pop. I blink at the gun in Saint’s hand. Where the hell had he kept it hidden?
Antonio staggers. "Fuck," he swears aloud, takes another step back.
"Let her go," Saint growls.
Antonio retreats toward the door, keeping me between him and Saint.
"Ask your husband to put down his weapon, or you’re going to be widowed twice over," Antonio growls.
"No, don’t hurt him." My pulse rate goes through the roof. "Saint," I swallow, "do as he says. Please."
Saint doesn’t move. His gaze is fixed on my face. His features are hard, his eyes glaring pools of blue. Is he angry at me?
Why is he angry at me?
Antonio reaches the door. "Say goodbye."
"No," I snarl, helplessness filling me. "You can’t do this. I did everything you asked me to do."
"Too bad I never keep my word." Antonio raises his gun toward me. Flashes light up around me, then everything goes dark.
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Saint
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." I pace the floor in the waiting room in the hospital. "I am her husband. I should be in there with her."
Damian watches me from the chair he’s sprawled in. "You did a good enough job convincing the doctor in charge to allow Weston to be present."
"He’s a doctor, isn’t he?"
"A surgeon… A heart surgeon, no less." Arpad straightens from the window, where’d he’d taken up position since we’d arrived at the hospital.
"So? He’s the only medical professional I’ll trust her with."
"Saint, you’re being unreasonable." Damian frowns, "This is the best hospital in the city, and the doctor you have attending is a specialist."
"Fuck that. Can’t trust anyone, and you know that."
Damian draws in a breath, "Can’t say I disagree with you, but has it occurred to you that you’re not helping things with your crazy, possessive streak.
I turn on him. "Wait until you fall in love and it’s your wife in there fighting for her life—"
He raises a hand, "Shit's not for me. You and Sinner, collapsing one after the other… Nah, seeing what you two went through is more than enough to put me off any kind of relationship, let alone marriage."
