I wanted to know where in the hell Sergio had taken me. There was no way we were still in Greece. If we were, he wouldn’t be so damn comfortable.
“I’m sorry. I’m not allowed to give you any information if it doesn’t have anything to do with your treatment.”
“Of course not,” I mumbled.
She smiled, but pity covered her face. “If it makes you feel any better, he hasn’t left your side. He’s a very scary man, but he loves you.”
With Sergio, love was never the issue.
“If you need anything, I’m only a few rooms away. I’ll give you another dose of pain medicine,” she looked at her watch, “in about two hours. Do you have any more questions for me?”
“How long have we been here?”
“Four days.”
“Four days?” I whispered.
Absolute terror raced through me. There was no way Dorian wasn’t looking for me. I need to talk to Phoenix.
“Yes. Your condition was dire. If it wasn’t for your husband, you could have slipped into a coma with the head and face injuries you suffered.”
I nodded with tears in my eyes. “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome.” Dr. Vlahos squeezed my arm. “If you need me, you know where to find me.”
She smiled, then left the room. I huffed and stared at the ceiling. I didn’t know where the hell I was or how the hell I was going to get out of here, but I couldn’t stay here. Dorian would go after my family, and I couldn’t let that happen.
Chapter Eleven
Sergio
The fucking phone calls were getting on my damn nerves. Everyone called, but I didn’t pick up. I didn’t give two fucks what the retaliation would be from the Drakos Syndicate for what I had done. Dorian Drakos would not get his slimy fucking hands on Seraphina ever again. Which meant only one thing. He’d have to die. If I had to wipe the entire Drakos line from existence, that was what I’d do.
I silenced another call from, Lorenzo, then another from Dante. The only person who hadn’t called was Gianni. Which was out of the ordinary since everyone believed I’d listen to him because he was the rational one out of all of us.
My older brother was only more rational if the situation didn’t deal with Phoenix. So, once he found out that Seraphina was with me, all that rationality would go out the window.
“Fuck,” I cursed when it rung again but this time Finley’s name flashed across the screen.
He was keeping an eye on the Drakos family, specifically Dorian.
“Yeah?”
“Vasilas is having a sit down with the Family.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. I knew there was no way I could miss it especially being the Enforcer. However, I didn’t like leaving Seraphina here alone because she’d try to escape. I couldn’t let that happen. Not until was safe. And that would only be possible with Dorian dead.
“When?”
I stood in front of the enormous picture window of the living area of the home I rented. Nobody knew we were here.
The house wasn’t anything extravagant. I wanted to make sure we kept a low profile because everyone would expect me to be somewhere luxurious. This place wasn’t a dump, but it wasn’t five-star luxury either.
The town spilled down the hillside like a mosaic of homes with red-tiled roofs, not the blue ones in Greece and different from the homes in the States. A river shimmered in the distance, winding under a stone bridge that looked as old as this town.
Children’s laughter echoed from the streets below. Not too far away, a woman with a white scarf tied on her head hung laundry from a balcony. The aroma of roasted meat and herbs drifted from somewhere nearby. And mountains dusted with snow towered in the distance.
Here it felt like time had slowed. Like the world outside this window held its breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop. And it would. It was just a matter of time.
