Now was not the time for tough love. Leo could die out there. “Please, Tino.”
“You don’t have to beg for him. I am still helping even though I shouldn’t.”
“How are you helping him?”
“I left everything behind and got you here where no one can ever touch you again.”
My heart banged harder. I swallowed, the taste of my mouth awful. “Thank you, Tino, but that’s not gonna help him with the Lanzas.”
“He caused that mess with them. He needs to take care of it on his own.”
“Tino, you can’t—”
“Get some rest, Angelina.” He raised his voice in warning. “I’ll make sure Nicole and Leo know you’re awake. See you in the morning.”
Chapter 42
Lina
Early dawn was peeking in through the windows. As I let out a yawn, the door opened and a woman came in. She was holding a tray with one hand, the other carrying a dress bag by the hanger.
A big smile stretched her lips. “Buongiorno. You’re up already or did I wake you?”
I stared at her. She was…so pretty. Early thirties. Long red hair. Tall. Manicured nails. Red summer dress. Sexy Italian accent. She looked like one of those James Bond’s women, not a nurse slash housekeeper on a secluded island.
And I was naked, my hair all messed up, bloody gauze covering my body and a bag of piss coming out of my vagina. “I just woke up. You must be Arancia.”
“Si, si.” She placed the tray on the small table and the dress on the chair next to it. “And you’re Angel.”
I blinked. “What did you just call me?”
“Don Bellomo said your name is Angelina. Isn’t Angel short for it?”
“Please don’t call me that again. My name is Lina.”
Her smile widened. “Mi dispiace, Lina. Can I change your dressing, per favore?”
I nodded, and she picked some things off the tray. “Do you think I can remove the catheter today or would you like to keep it for another day until you can walk easily?”
“Yes, please, take it out.”
“Va bene.” She removed the blanket. Reflexively, I hid my boobs with my arms, and then I bent one knee up and tilted my thigh to cover my vagina. When she started with the dressing, I stared at her arm. She had a small tattoo. A heart with wings. Like she needed to be even hotter. “Do you live here?”
“Only when Don Bellomo needs me to.”
“Oh.” Was she his…mistress? Wow. I’d never seen Tino with any woman during my stay at his mansion. I’d always wondered how a man like him would live all these months without a woman. I felt guilty that our stay at his place could have been the reason he wouldn’t bring any women home. Obviously, he’d been getting his needs taken care of on the privacy of his island and who knew where else, too.
Why did the idea of Tino having sex with incredibly hot women get on my nerves? “Does anyone else live here when he needs them to?”
“Not that I know of.” The burn from whatever she applied on the wound distracted me for a minute. “You’re healing very well. Two more days and you won’t need any help to go by your everyday routine.” She finished patching me up, and her hand moved between my legs. “Take a deep breath.”
I held my breath and squeezed my eyes as she pulled the goddamn thing out. It was fine at the beginning, but with time I was convinced whoever invented it with a sadist.
“Allora, do you care for a sponge bath?”
I was desperate for one, but having her hands on my…everything, when she looked like this, and I looked like that, was…ugh.
“I’m sure you wish it weren’tmegiving you that bath.” She winked.
