Page 59 of Venomous Vows

“I’ll schedule an appointment with my doctor in the morning,” I impart with a deep inhale. “I’m sure everything is fine.”

“That’s cute,” Adrian replies, dropping his hand and taking a step back. “You thought I was going to just let you get off the hook and never tell me the truth about your injuries?” I open my mouth because not exactly. Even though it’s none of his business. “I already have a doctor here. And he’s going to look at you tonight.”

“It’s not necessary when I have my own doctor,” I reply with a mini scowl. “I really don’t need the extra bull crap tonight. I’m tired.”

“Then let’s get it over with as quickly as possible so that I’m able to get you tucked in and I’ll even get you some ice cream if you’re a good girl.”

He must be out of his ever-loving fucking mind right now.

The last thing I need is some dude who wanted to marry me one minute, then changed his mind the next, then decided he was going to go off on a wife-searching hunt, and then decided to come to my rescue like a knight in shining armor.

Again, no.

My mouth wants to tell Adrian off again. Yeah, like always, he’s one step ahead of me.

“Marcella!” Adrian bellows out from the balcony like a rat. “Your sister refuses to see the doctor. Make sure that happens. Zane and I need to make a few phone calls.”

Then he ambles off the balcony and back into my condo, not giving me any sort of option if I wanted to be seen by his doctor or mine.

I guess this was to be expected.

I know that Adrian is a control freak, always has been, and that’s mainly the reason why we didn’t get along as children.

That and the fact that he was a complete douchebag.

17

ADRIAN

Someone hither with brass knuckles.

The bruising on her ribs is significant, and the doctor said that she has a bump the size of Massachusetts on her skull.

It’s still enough to send me almost into a red-filled rage even when he still speaks to me about her injuries. And I’m thankful that Zane is present to grab the rest because I’m seconds away from paying Spencer Halley a visit myself.

That little punk bitch obviously isn’t smart enough to know who he’s messing with and I have no problem being the reminder.

While the doctor stated that he was going to prescribe her some painkillers and instructions for the next couple of days, Zane and I went outside in the hallway to make a few calls. We both agreed that something had to be done. No matter what Elena would be to me in the future, she needed to be protected.

It’s what I’ve always done.

It’s what I always do. No matter how many times she pisses me off or pushes me to a limit where I want to wrap my fingers around her throat, I will always be here to make sure that she is kept safe.

When I’m slightly satisfied, the doctor is waiting for me. I’m more than anxious to get him to leave so I can go check on her myself.

“Light duties,” he tells me, handing me over a piece of paper. “I wrote everything down for you, but you need to wake her up every few hours. I want to make sure she doesn’t have an aneurysm or anything.”

My brows clench. “Why don’t we just take her to the hospital for testing?”

He rocks his head back and forth and sighs. “She doesn’t want to go. And I can’t force her.”

I can, though.

“She’s sleeping, Adrian,” he inserts as if reading my mind. “It’s been a rough night for her. The best thing for her is comfort…and sleep.”

I know.

But I want to see her blue eyes looking up at me with annoyance that I’m here so that I know she’s still herself. Elena is the type of woman who will work herself to death, injuries or not. So I know I’m going to have to keep that to a minimum.

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