Page 151 of Scorned Beauty
“What?” I croaked.
She leaned closer as if to tell me a secret. “She performed a procedure that nurses shouldn’t do, but your pop immediately improved by the time the ambulance arrived. The chief of emergency services is with her now, along with the paramedic.” She swiped at her eyes. “Help her, Dom. Make sure they don’t hang her for anything.”
“You bet I will.” I strode to the triage nurse. “I want to speak to the chief.”
“Sir—”
“Dom!”
I spun around to see Sloane walking in with an older Black guy in dark blue scrubs and a younger man who appeared to be the paramedic.
“What happened to you?” she asked.
“Forget me. Are you okay?” I glared at the two men with her.
Sloane dragged me to an open room, and her companions followed.
The Black man introduced himself as the chief of emergency services. “What Miss Scott did was illegal.”
“But might be covered by the Good Samaritan law,” Sloane retorted.
“That will be tough to defend and you know it. You’re not even licensed. I don’t know what they teach you in nursing school, but certainly not a field-executed pericardiocentesis without an ultrasound assist. Listen, I don’t even wanna know how you learned to do that and I also know it’s going to be messy going against the De Lucci family.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “Your family is a donor to this hospital and your mother promises a hefty donation if we make this all go away.”
“Make it all go away? Sloane saved my father.”
“Illegally,” the paramedic said. When I scowled at him, he hastily added, “But she’s the shit and it would be a shame to put this on her record and be a hindrance to her earning her license.”
“So, what are you suggesting?”
The chief looked at Sloane. “You wanna tell him?”
Sloane laughed briefly. “We’re going with the story that the procedure was done in the ambulance after a quick assessment. Luckily, the ambulance is equipped with a portable ultrasound machine. And barring any complications with your dad’s surgery, the hospital would rather not invest time and money in an investigation the patient doesn’t want.”
“And you’re okay with it?”
“Of course,” she said with fervor. “All I wanted was to give your dad the best chance of survival.”
As if sensing we needed a moment alone, the chief and the paramedic excused themselves and left us.
“I love you, woman,” I growled against her lips. “And don’t tell me you don’t love me too because if risking your whole future to save my father isn’t you feeling an ounce of the love I feel for you, you’re lying.”
Her mouth curved in a smile. “Are you forcing me to admit I love you?”
“Damn right I am.”
“I love you, Dominic De Lucci.”
“About fucking time,” I snapped.
I was about to kiss her when she yanked my hair back. “Now tell me why you have bruises on your face.”
So, I whispered in her ear how I just killed another man to avenge her.
She said, “Good. He deserved it.”
And I said, “You’re going to make a kickass mob wife.”
She raised a brow. “Correction. Queen.”
