Silas shoves him. "Asshole."
Cade doesn't even lift his eyes from his phone. "This is an exclusive hospital. And I'm betting a number of staff and most of the patients are packing. So, don't give anyone a reason to shoot either of you."
I narrow my eyes at Silas. "What are you, anyway? Are you a PI?"
"I—"
"No, you're shit at that. Just a lackey, then. For Cade and Enzo?"
Cade lets out a laugh, and Enzo snickers.
"I'm part of the same group as Cade and Enzo." He looks at his phone. "I'm going now. I'll find your runaway maid."
Enzo approaches me. "We need to get you and Squish checked out."
Silas frowns. "What the fuck is a Squish?"
Cade looks at him. "His name for their kid. She's knocked up." He winks at me. "Congrats."
Silas nods. "Well, Squish is a terrible name. You sure you want to do that with him? Have a baby? You think he's bad now? Just you wait..."
"Fuck off, Si," Enzo snaps.
Silas laughs. "Congratulations, Lola. Screw you, Enzo."
He turns, waves, and walks out the door.
"Come on." Enzo jabs the elevator button and pushes my chair inside.
I have no idea where the worker has gone, but I don't really care. All I want to do is go home, snuggle, and sleep with Enzo wrapped around me.
Any problems we have can wait, and they're only background noise. After everything, I know what is important. A good man, loyal, one who will love, protect, and kill for me. One who will care for Squish and be mine. That is what I want.
And that is what is important.
I think it's what I have, too.
I blink back sudden, burning tears.
"And... that's my cue. I'm going to see Jack and then go home to my wife."
The doors shut, and Enzo leans against the wall, watching me. "He's right, you know."
"Who? Cade? What is he right about?"
"No, Silas." He isn't smiling. Not even grinning. In fact, he looks at me intently. "I will be that bad, probably worse."
I sigh, take his hand, and kiss it. "I know. I'm counting on it."
"You are?"
"Yes."
The doors open, and before I can say a word, I'm whisked off as Mario walks in. And just like that, even without meaning to, I'm leaving Enzo and his dad alone.
The doctor checks me over, peppers me with a million questions, and then takes blood tests, temperature, and gives me a long lecture and list of what I should and shouldn't be doing.
Of how much sleep I should get, of what I can and can't eat.
