She regarded him, wondering what he was doing when he was shot. Was someone defending themselves? Was it another criminal?
Matteo returned sooner than she expected, and she started by giving Leo an injection of penicillin. The next shot went right next to the wound to numb the area. Cleaning it and stitching it up would hurt like hell without it. She was a little ashamed to realize that she didn’t really care how much it hurt him. It went against what was expected of her as a doctor, but she decided not to give herself too hard of a time. She was under a lot of stress, after all.
When she pictured treating patients as a doctor, it wasn’t as an abducted person with a threat against her life hanging over her head. Leo tensed and sucked in a sharp breath as she gave him the local anesthetic, but he relaxed just minutes later. Prodding his wound, she looked for evidence of pain, but he couldn’t feel a thing.
She got to work cleaning the injury under the watchful eyes of Matteo and Mancini. No one spoke. Leo even fell asleep, finally getting relief from the pain while the wound was numb.
The silence seemed thick with tension, and Amy felt like she was in danger of being attacked at any moment if these mobbed-up jerks didn’t like something she did. It took all of her concentration to keep her hands steady as she started to sew up the wound.
It took longer than she expected, both due to the uneven edges of the wound and her nerves making her move more slowly. When she was finally done, she leaned back in her chair with a sigh.
“Are you finished? Is he going to be okay?”
Mancini actually seemed concerned as he questioned her. She nodded.
“Yes. I don’t see any signs that he lost too much blood. He’s been stitched up and the shot I gave him should help with any potential infections. If you can get your hands on some pills, he should probably take antibiotics for a week.”
“That won’t be a problem.”
She stood, relieved that she was able to pull this off.
“Keep the bandage on for two days, and he’ll need the stitches for a couple of weeks.” She shifted her weight from one foot to the other while the men stared at her. “So…can I go?”
Mancini looked at his son. “Not yet. I want you to stick around until he wakes up. If he’s doing okay when the sun goes down, I’ll have you dropped off at your apartment.”
Her heart sank. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand to see that only a couple of hours had passed. She was going to have to spend all day here?
“But he’ll be fine-” she started, but Mancini cut her off.
“I’ve made my decision,” he snapped. “Let’s go while he rests.”
Amy was led back downstairs where the men were still in the living room, watching TV and chatting. She didn’t know what to do with herself. She wasn’t going to sit next to any of them.
If only she had her cell phone with her, she could go to the bathroom and call the police. She didn’t know where she was, but they could trace those calls, right?
But she tucked the iPhone into the side pocket of her backpack this morning, so it was in the backseat of her car, completely useless to her. Mancini went outside, and as the door opened, she considered trying to make a run for it, but she wasn’t stupid. These guys would catch her fast.
Her eyes gazed longingly at the glimpse of the outside world she had as Mancini slipped out, and she realized that she could see the Donovan Hotel in he distance between trees that lined the street outside. It was a landmark building downtown. She must have been outside the city.
She wandered into the dining room, where the men could still see her with the open floor plan, and took a seat. She knew instinctively that they wouldn’t want her out of their sight. Settling in, she didn’t have anything to do but wait.
The minutes stretched into hours, and she spent the whole time edge, just waiting for something to happen. It was amazing how normal these guys seemed, considering that most of them spent their morning abducting her. They came and went. Watching TV or messing on their phones when they were at the house, and she got the impression that they were guarding Leo. And her, of course. Even if it seemed like they weren’t paying any attention to her, she knew they were very much aware of her presence.
Someone brought fast food to the house in the afternoon, and Amy was so hungry that she didn’t hesitate to eat the burger Matteo tossed at her.
Leo woke up not long after that, and she was summoned upstairs. Mancini had left the house hours ago, but Matteo stuck around and watched her as she examined the wound. She didn’t see signs of an infection forming, but she had Leo take the pills now on his nightstand anyway. Matteo also gave him another pain pill.
Three hours later, the sun was setting as Mancini finally returned. There were three men in the living room as he strode into the house, and they all straightened their spines like they were soldiers suddenly in the presence of their general. He ignored them.
Setting his sights on Amy, still sitting in the dining room, he gave her a cold grin. “It looks like it’s time to go home, Miss Jacobs.”
“Y-you’re really taking me back?”
She’d been thinking about it over the last few hours, and she wasn’t sure if she dared to believe such a thing. She’s seen faces and learned names. Wouldn’t they hide that sort of thing if they had any intention to let her go?
Mancini’s grin widened. “I’m a man of my word. But let me reassure you of this,” he knelt down so that his face right in front of her as he loomed over her, “if you dare to breathe a word of this toanyone,my boys will come get you again. This time, you’ll end up at the bottom of Lake Kissinki. Once my guys are done with you, I mean.”
Amy’s blood ran cold. “I won’t. I won’t say anything.”
