The Mafia And His Angel: Part 3 (Tainted Hearts 3)

He was surprisingly calm. Huh?

Isaak nodded. “Yeah.”

“Where the fuck is the car?” Lyov suddenly bellowed.

Or not. He was definitely not calm.

“The car is right behind you,” Maddie returned, a look of exasperation on her face.

“Right. Right. Let’s get her in the car. Get going, boys,” Lyov ordered harshly. He sounded out of breath.

Alessio swept me off my feet and cradled me to this chest. “I got you, Angel.”

I locked my arms behind his neck and held on. He carried us to the car. After placing me on the seat, he climbed in beside me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and held me to him before barking out his order. “Let’s go.”

Maddie was half-sitting, her legs still out when the car tore out of the driveway. “Fucker!”

“Pull your fucking legs inside,” Viktor snapped.

“If you can give me the time, asshole,” she snapped back fiercely.

I pressed my forehead in the crook of Alessio’s neck and breathed in his manly smell. Alessio’s smell. The scent of his expensive cologne touched my nose, and I sighed as my shoulders slowly relaxed.

He was tensed underneath me; his legs felt like a rock. One of his hands was fisted at my hip while the other was gently rubbing my pregnant belly.

From my position, I could feel his wild heart and the throbbing vein in his neck. Placing a kiss there, I closed my eyes. “It’s going to be okay.” My voice was quiet, only for him to hear.

His hand paused on my stomach. I felt him take several deep breaths, but he didn’t say anything.

The rest of the ride went quickly and silently. Nobody spoke a word, and the tense air was suffocating.

When Alessio helped me out of the car, it felt like I could finally breathe normally. He cradled me yet again in his arms and carried us into the hospital.

“Where is Dr. Cooper?” he shouted inside the entrance.

There were doctors, nurses, and patients all around, and everyone paused at his shout.

“You aren’t supposed to shout,” I muttered. My cheeks heated under everyone’s scrutinizing stares. Alessio was completely oblivious to the attention he brought upon ourselves.

“Are you Alessio Ivanshov?” an elderly nurse asked.

“Yes,” he growled, giving the woman a mean look, though she didn’t look at all scared. She just looked pissed that Alessio was causing a commotion.

“Dr. Cooper has already prepared a room for your wife. I’ll lead the way,” she continued before turning around without a second glance.

We followed her to the elevator. Getting inside, Alessio didn’t relinquish his hold on me. Not even when I tried to wiggle free.

“You can let me down now,” I said softly. “I’m too heavy.”

He glared at me, and I stared back, waiting for him to calm down. “No,” he snapped.

Okay, now he sounded like a caveman.

“I can carry you,” he continued, sounding much calmer now.

With a sigh, I shut up. There was no point arguing. He would win in the end.

When we stepped out of the elevator, the nurse steered us to a room at the corner. “You will be the only one on this floor. Your husband has it reserved for you.”

My eyes widened when I realized she was speaking to me. Reserved? The whole floor?

I stared at Alessio, but he was concentrating in front of him as he led us to my room. The room looked nothing like I expected.

It was a huge room. Couches in the corner with a coffee table. The bed wasn’t small, either. It was most likely a double bed. Even the pillows looked too soft. The machines looked dainty next to the bed in the large room.

I guess Alessio really prepared for this.

He settled me on the bed and pushed me back against the pillow. “Where is Ivy?” Alessio asked again.

His blue eyes stayed on mine, though.

“She’s doing a surgery right now,” the nurse calmly replied as she fussed over me.

“What? She’s supposed to be here. With Ayla. Who’s going to deliver the baby?” Alessio shouted.

I rubbed my forehead as I watched him lose control yet again.

From the corner of my eye, I saw her checking the machines, and then she came back to my side with a syringe.

“This won’t hurt,” she murmured, pushing the needle into my arm. I closed my eyes, refusing to watch what she was doing. I winced, but she was right. It didn’t hurt. Just a tiny prickling sensation.

But Alessio being Alessio saw my wince and went crazy on the nurse.

“What did you do to her? What are you doing?”

If Viktor didn’t pull him back, Alessio wouldn’t have probably leap over the nurse.

Oh God. Someone do something. This was about to turn ugly.

“Sir, please would you calm down. I am just doing my job. With that said, your wife has just started her contractions. She won’t give birth for many hours. But then again, that just depends on her body and the baby. I have had a few women whose labour went as long as eighteen hours,” the nurse explained as kindly as she could.