The Mafia's Babies by Kaycee Romano (howl and other poems txt) 📗

She let out an anxious breath as he placed the envelope on the night stand and turned to her, stepping closer. "They have been just tasered Doc, chillax. I was just playing." He gave her his killer smile and walked out; her eyes did not leave his frame until he was completely out of sight.

"You seem to be interested in him." Mateo couldn't help the words that came out of his lips, making him sound stupid and immature even to himself.

"He is an interesting guy." She shrugged as she messaged a few medics to take care of the unconscious bodyguards, still lost in her thoughts. Of course, she knew her patient wasn't clean. She knew it when no police showed up and when his family treated his injury as if it was the most normal thing in the world. But this encounter made it all the more real, and intimidating.

She wasn't scared for herself, but she was worried about his stay in the hospital which would last another seven weeks. What if bad people attacked the hospital in an attempt to get to him? That was the only thing that worried her.

"Why don't you go get his number then?" He sounded more childish by the second.

She gave him a flat look and finally asked, "How did physiotherapy go today?"

Mateo narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath. And somehow, he found himself narrating the events of the whole day to her, whining about his disabilities and confessing his insecurities and he was happy to see that she did not respond with sympathy.

Of course she didn't.

She scolded him like she would a child for being so shallow and judging himself based on one of his lowest point, a point that wasn't going to last much longer if he did his physiotherapy wholeheartedly.

They talked for another half an hour by when Wells and Marsileo were completely awake and completely ashamed. Mateo let them off, knowing very well how capable Dmitri was. The man was a born assassin and he could not expect for all of his men to be better than him. He was just glad that Dmitri was feeling charitable and spared them their lives. River left after a while to tend to a new emergency case. And Adam still wasn't back.

Mateo finally took the envelope from the nightstand and tore it open.

It had a note.

I am sorry about my driver babe. Don't worry, I killed him. And I have another surprise for you.

Love, Mona.

Mateo moved the paper to see a photo. A photo of a woman killed, her chest torn open, her eyes wide open in anguish and horror. It was a gory sight which made bile rise up his throat. More so because he knew the woman. She was one of the women at the club he had gone to a few days before the incident. Adam had hit the dance floor and this woman was feeling Mateo up, promising him a good time. This was her punishment.

Mona truly was a lunatic.

Mateo felt a need to keep River close so that Mona couldn't get to her. It was either that or keeping her away.

And after today's incident and seeing her two sides: one of a brave lioness and the other of a caring companion, he knew that he was incapable of going with the latter.

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