Page 118 of Sweet Sin

Giancarlo’s eyelids flutter and he opens them. “I’m awake. What the hell do you want, Bellamy?”

“Where is she? Where’s Savannah?”

Giancarlo yawns, grimacing. “How should I know? If you can’t keep track of your woman, that’s on you.”

I glance around his room. The bathroom. There’s a mirror inside. I could easily take him out the way Savannah tried to. I won’t, of course. I won’t let him fucking die. But he doesn’t know that. “You tell me everything you know, or I swear to God I will finish what she started right here in this hospital room.”

“You do that and you’ll end up back in the slammer.”

“Do you think I fucking care? I saved your ass. You would’ve bled out if it weren’t for me. Right now, I can take it all back in a fucking instant.”

“Just to know where your bitch is?”

“Where is she?” I hold onto his IV line.

“I’m not feeling too well,” he says.

“Do I look like I care? What do you know?”

“I don’t feel…”

He gasps in a breath.

Then his machines start beeping out of control.

Two nurses race into the room. “Sir, you’re going to have to leave.”

I let go of his IV line. “You’d better not die, you son of a bitch,” I whisper near his ear through clenched teeth.

I wait.

I wait because I don’t know what else to do.

One of the nurses leaves the room.

“Is he all right?” I ask.

“Is he a friend of yours?”

“Yes.” The lie is bitter on my tongue, in my throat, in my gut.

“He should be fine. He just lost his breath. His pulse ox went down a bit. Probably just a panic attack, but we won’t know until the on-call doctor takes a look. He’s on his way now.”

“But he’s okay. He’s breathing.”

“Yes, sir. At this time he appears to be okay.”

Good.

As much as I’d like to strangle the motherfucker with my bare hands, I don’t want Savannah to have a man’s death on her conscience.

I’ve got one on mine, though, and aside from the fact that they might try to put me away because of it, I don’t give a rat’s ass. The world is a better place without that son of a bitch Abel in it.

Without Giancarlo, too, but again… I don’t want that for Savannah.

A panic attack…

The nurse isn’t a doctor, but nurses see a lot of things in hospitals. Most of them are just as equipped to diagnose as a doctor is.

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