Page 13 of Broken

She handed the phone back to me. “Hey.”

“Hey. You should be all squared away.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay. Bye.”

“Bye.”

“Okay, all set,” the lady at the counter said, handing the card back to me.

Geez. I hope I don’t have this issue with the other stores I needed to hit up.

She handed me the two large bags. “Thank you.”

“Have a good day,” she responded.

Ugh.

“I can take those to the SUV so you don’t have to carry them around,” Matteo said.

“I’ll be inVictoria Secretwhile you do that.”

“Okay. I’ll meet you outside the store.”

I grinned. Clearly, he didn’t want to be caught in that store.

Victoria Secretwas right around the corner. They sold the best cotton panties, so I grabbed a bunch, nothing too sexy, just comfortable. And those bras were so dang expensive. Damon was gonna kill me for this store alone. But I assumed the ladies needed a good bit to get by.

But their sleep sets were amazing. And I even wanted my own collection. So, I got a variety of that stuff, too. I went to check out and they saw I was handing them a black card and they didn’t even question me because those black cards are so exclusive. Only rich people were given those. Or that was what I assumed.

I exited the store and realized I must have shopped in a rush, because Matteo wasn’t here yet. I stood in the spot for a moment wondering if I covered all the basic stuff for now, besides the toiletries.

Then before I knew what happened, a mall cop was chasing after someone and I fell down, twisting my ankle in the process. “Hey, asshole!” I yelled.

“Are you okay?” Matteo asked as he suddenly appeared. “What the hell happened?”

“Mall cop was chasing after someone. Probably a shoplifter. I fell and twisted my ankle.”

“Do you think you can walk?”

He assisted me as I started to stand. It wasn’t broken, but it was twisted. But I felt like I could walk carefully. Matteo took the bags from me and watched me carefully as I was almost limping. “Let’s just get out of here. I’m pretty much finished.”

“I should take you to the doctor to at least get an x-ray,” he suggested.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine once I ice it for a little bit.”

We made it to the SUV and Matteo was on the phone talking to Damon.

“Boss thinks you should go to the ER at least.”

“Well, the boss is not my boss and I think I’ll be fine in a few hours.” I was more irritated that he called Damon like I was a child. Actually, it pissed me off.

“Okay, boss.” Matteo hung up his phone.

“You’re taking me to the ER, aren’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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