Page 95 of Mafie Trials

I laugh, and the man on the ground groans after a crunch sounds out. I look back to see Alexi landing a heel into the side of his head, knocking the man out cold. I run to him and throw my arms around him.

“Thank you for coming.” I whisper into his chest. My body sways slightly, probably from the adrenaline rush and my lack of endurance.

“I’ll always come for you,” he promises and butterflies erupt in my stomach. His eyes go to my shoulder.

“I’m fine,” I tell him, but he forces me to sit down on a nearby log.

“Lev,” he calls, not needing to because he was already opening his bag and kneeling at my feet.

“It looks shallow, maybe a few stitches but other than that it’s okay. I’ll patch her up and get an antibiotic cream on it to prevent infection after the run through the woods.”

My head spins as I try to stand and my body starts to fall. Lev catches me. I think they all yell my name but I can’t actually hear them. Then, everything goes black.

???

“Calm the fuck down man,” A muffled voice says. It sounds like I’m underwater.

“He said she would be awake in thirty minutes, it has been forty-two and a half.”

“He said it could take her a while, but in thirty minutes she should start moving more, taking deeper breaths.”

“I cannot lose her.” The panicked voice helps pull me out of the stupor. My body feels heavy but other than that, I feel fine.

“You won’t, look at the monitors. We got to her. It was just a sleeping drug, she’s okay.”

“She was shot with a laced bullet on OUR island! How the fuck is that okay?”

“She caught the guy.”

Glass shatters and I feel my body flinch. Not out of fear, but I wasn’t expecting the sound.

“Get yourself under control or get out. You’re scaring her.”

I’m just able to lift my eyes when Lev and Alexi’s faces come into view.

“Fuck, Princess.” Alexi grabs my face, tears nearly falling from his eyes. He pulls me close to his chest. I’m hardly able to get a hand up between us. I push him back to see that we’re in our room when Doc opens the door.

“See, I told you she would be awake soon,” he says as he enters, which only causes Alexi to stare daggers at him.

“I’m fine,” I tell him.

I try to reassure him even though my voice sounds scratchy. I clear my throat and sit up, my head feeling a little full but coming back to normal quickly.

“You’re not fine,” Alexi mumbles as he helps me sit up and pulls the blanket up over me. I push it back down, kicking it to the end of the bed to make a point.

“I am perfectly fine—now tell me what happened.”

“The bullet was laced with a sleeping toxin. I assume the idea was that if they could at least graze you, they could capture you,” Doc says as he comes to the bed.

A bandage is wrapped around the wound on my arm, and I assume I have stitches. Not going to lie, it’s kind of nice to get them when I’m passed out.

“Where is Damien?” I ask, looking around the room.

“In the dungeons with the piece of shit that tried to shoot you.”

Alexi gets up off the bed to pace, but I ignore him. His alphaholeness is a little too out of hand at the moment. I got the guy. Who cares if a little bit of drugs got in my system? It’s not like it hasn’t happened before.

That's when I have a small realization. Before I started talking to Dr. K, this would have felt like an invasion. Now, I can see it for what it is without letting it affect me too much. At least, not in a way that makes me feel out of control.

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