“Do you think I can see him?”
“Let’s get the people who did this then we can go from there. You’re very lucky to be alive. Do you know why they targeted you or why they’d want to kill you?”
“Yes. My stepmother hired a biker by the name of Wrath to kill me. He kidnapped me and had this nurse, I think her name was Taty, hold me hostage. She drugged me and cut off half of my pinky finger. Today I convinced her to uncuff me and let me shower. This evening Diego came to the door. They argued, there was a struggle, and she shot him. I used the distraction to run into the woods. She attacked me, and I was able to wrestle the gun away from her. I didn’t mean to kill her, I only wanted to scare her into letting me go. Things are still somewhat fuzzy from all the drugs she kept knocking me out with. I’m starting to feel tired.” I fake a yawn and roll to my side, praying he bought my story.
“Thank you. That’ll do for now. Get some rest.”
**
A Week Later
“Hey. How you feeling?” I squeeze Diego’s hand.
“Like I’ve been shot.” He smiles lazily at me.
“Well…Taty was crazy.” I smirk.
“Doesn’t matter now.”
“Guess we’re even now, huh?” He shakes his head. A deep laugh rumbles from his belly. It’s a sound that makes me smile. “I heard you’re being released. Do you need a ride? I don’t drive a badass Harley, but I have a kick ass VW Beetle.”
“You offering to drive me home, Princessa?”
“Yeah.”
“C’mere,” my sexy biker demands. I lean down and meet his lips. Diego’s tongue melts against mine, as he deepens the kiss. His hand wraps around the back of my head. He pulls back slightly. I feel him smile against my mouth. “Did you hear the good news?”
“What’s that?”
“No charges are being filed. Taty shot me, and you my Princessa shot Taty. They found the surveillance footage of her stealing supplies and medications. Consuela is probably becoming someone’s bitch as we speak. Though I’m sorry they haven’t caught Wrath. Bastard is on the run.”
“I’m not afraid of him. I have a mean ass boyfriend. One who’d kill for me, bleed for me, die for me.”
“That so? When can I meet him?” I punch his shoulder and he groans. “I did have surgery a few days ago on this same shoulder, you know.”
“Oh, sorry.” I grin.
“No you aren’t.”
“Am too.” I pout. “So when are you getting sprung?”
“As soon as the doctor signs off.”
“Hmm.”
“Knock. Knock.” I look to the door and see Jericho and Winnie.
“Come on in,” Diego tells them.
I go around to the other side of the bed to give them room to visit. Diego told me that if Jericho hadn’t called him, he may not have made it back to me in time.
“Good to see you, honey.” Winnie throws her arms around me, squeezing hard.
“Oof.”
“Sorry. I was really worried about you. The visions kept coming. Each one different. I was having a hard time keeping up with them.”
“Thank you, Winnie. I mean it. You saved my life.”