Page 56 of Brazilian Revenge

Chapter Seventeen

Satyanna fought her heavy eyelids, but eventually won and opened her eyes. It took her longer than a few seconds to zoom in on the people around her, the few blurry bodies who were moving inside a room.

She blinked.

“She’s awake,” Addie whispered, and walked up to her.

Satyanna looked around, and this time, her eyesight quickly adjusted to the reality around her. A white hospital gown dressed her, and an IV was hooked to her hand. A few machines monitored her, and a nurse checked her vitals.

“Are you okay?” the woman with a kind smile asked, taking her blood pressure.

Okay? That was relative. She glanced down at her shoulder, where she’d been shot, and an ache ran through her. It wasn’t the area covered by a bandage that bothered her. Rather, it was the discomfort from when she’d jumped on Leonardo and pulled a muscle. “My neck is bothering me.”

“I’ll get you a muscle relaxer.” The nurse smiled and put the blood pressure monitor back on its handle on the wall. “You are doing great, though. We have removed the bullet.”

“When can she go home?” Addie asked.

“Soon. We just need to get the doctor to come and check her one more time. I’ll be right back,” the nurse said and sauntered out of the room.

“We were worried,” Bruno said, and she noticed he was sitting on a chair across the room. “I’ll go to the hallway and tell Leonardo you are awake. He’s been here all night, and we had to force him to go home and shower.”

Addie chuckled. “Trust me, that was to your benefit. He still had bloodstains on his clothes.”

Bloodstains. Her temples throbbed; thankfully the nurse wasn’t monitoring her blood pressure anymore otherwise she would have called the doctor on duty or something. Shit. Flashes of the fight flickered in her mind, and she massaged her temple to ease the tension.

“Thank you.” I guess. “What happened to Harry?”

“He was arrested.” Addie smiled. “Someone from the FBI has gotten in touch with the local police, and they will transport him back to the US. He’ll be behind bars for a long time.”

FBI. Of course Harry was no small fish. Besides, just what kind of crimes did he master all the time they were away? “How about Lyanna?”

“She’s fine. The cleaning lady offered to keep an eye on her. But I should be going soon to check on her.”

“Good. I wanna go home,” she said, and if her words were the ground she would have slipped on them. Where was home? Harry was no longer a threat. Would she stick with her part of the deal and stay in Brazil, even though Leonardo only wanted her as Lyanna’s mother?

“I must look like crap, too,” she said.

Addie gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “White isn’t your color. But your face looks good. Seriously. You have some color in you. Do you need help brushing your teeth or going to the bathroom?”

“I got shot, I’m not invalid.”

Addie shrugged. “Point taken.”

With a sigh, she unplugged the IV unit from the wall and scooted on the bed. It took her a bit longer than expected, but eventually she walked to the bathroom and smiled when she noticed a few feminine items on the sink. Had Addie brought them, or were they a part of the upscale hospital? She guessed if there was a place you had to stay while sick, this hospital was it.

No. Three and a half months ago she’d been dying to flee a hospital. She hated hospitals. And now…which was worse? Staying here or going back to Leonardo’s home? She wanted her daughter. But now that Harry was out of the picture, Leonardo would go back to his loft. Where would she go?

She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and ran her fingers through her hair. When she closed the door behind her, she almost fell backward. Leonardo stood in the middle of the room.

Her breath caught in her throat, and her heart beat fast like it had somewhere to go.

“How are you?” he asked. A five o’clock shadow covered his jaw, and she noticed dark circles under his eyes. She shouldn’t fool herself by looking at him wearing gray slacks and a maroon shirt that outlined his perfect body. Deep down, he was the same guy who didn’t want her all the way. He’d said so himself. She was not marriage material.

She glanced around the room and realized Addie and Bruno were gone. They must have slipped out while she was in the bathroom. Traitors. “You made it here in record time,” she said.

“I was already on my way. Thanks to Clemonte being caught, we’re in the process of recovering my sculpture. A French couple had bought it. They don’t want the world to know they are linked to the black market, so they are shipping it back.”

She hoped her brain signaled a special command for her legs to move, otherwise she’d continue standing with her hand at her waist, wearing that shapeless gown that could knock the sexy off Angelina Jolie. “Good. I’m glad. How’s Lyanna?”

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