Chapter 74
Chapter Seventy-Four
Adrik
We fu cked up. I fu cked up. She almost died because of me. The guy that grabbed Sephie was
supposed to get her to the back and tell her it was all fake, but she was fighting so hard that he didn’t
have a chance. Nobody expected her to jump from the vehicle and almost k ill herself. Now her
headache was back and she was in pain, but I couldn’t do anything. She wouldn’t let anyone touch her.
I can’t say I me her for being angry with us. I was furious with myself. I almost told her the n
before I went on stage. I tried to warn her, but it didn’t work. The part of the n that involved her didn’t
work. In fact, it failed miserably. Now she clearly needed help, but no one could get close enough to her
to help her.
I’m sure her concussion is back, only worse this time. It took her so long to recognize me. I’m worried
she’s really damaged her brain this time. Ivan pressed on her acupuncture points while she was out,
but I don’t know how effective it was. She was talking while she was out. She was back in the
basement with her uncle. We all heard the whole thing. She was fighting that memory. She was fighting
the thought pattern that he’d beat into her.
I was terrified I was going to lose her. She’s angrier than any of us had ever seen her. She’s furious
with the guys, but when she looks at me, all I see is the pain I caused her. And what’s worse, I have no
idea how to make that pain go
away.
We were still an hour out from Switzend. We wouldnd in Switzend, transfer to a helicopter over
the Alps to just inside Italy. We were extremely limited on where we couldnd in Italy without it being
known we were there, but Armando had family with a ranch on the border of Switzend where we
couldnd a helicopter without being seen. From there, we would drive south to Naples. Sicily was a
short boat ride from Naples. Armando’s family controlled Naples, so we could move about in that city
freely.
The n was to find Anthony and Lorenzo in Sicily and take them both out as cleanly and quickly as
possible. Without those two to back him, we doubted Salvadori would continue with his n in the
states to start a war. But he would be dealt with in much the same manner if he did decide to go
through with it.
At this point, they were all under the impression that I was dead and that they had sessfully
kidnapped Sephie. Armando’s men were to stage an “escape” in two days, to make it seem like she got
away from them. They would spend time and manpower looking for her while we executed Anthony
and Lorenzo.
Now I was more worried about Sephie than I was about Anthony and Lorenzo. I wanted to punch
something I was so frustrated with how things turned out. It broke me to see her hurting, knowing I
couldn’t do anything to help her. She just sat quietly in the corner, not looking at anyone. Not saying
anything. She cries now and then, rocks back and forth. I can see her shaking from across the ne.
I’m dying to go to her. To hold her.
It always seemed to calm down the shaking when I would touch her. I want nothing more than to be
able to go to her now, but she won’t let anyone near her. Andrei, who is usually one of her favorites,
tried and the re she gave him was enough to stop him in his tracks.
We would bending soon. We had packed clothes for her and wanted her to be able to change before
we started the next leg of our journey. We all consulted with each other, trying to decide who should
take her clothes to her. We decided that she was less mad at Misha, so he got volunteered. I’ve never
seen that kid so scared in his life.
He walked slowly to her, talking to her so she wouldn’t be surprised. She had her head down again. We
could all hear
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her quietly crying, as she hugged her knees to her chest, rocking back and forth.
“Gazelle. Sephie. We brought you some clothes to change into. We should also get you cleaned up.
Your road rash needs attention. Adrik can help you. We don’t want anything to get infected. Please,
Sephie. We want to help.”
She looked up at him. Her face was red, her eyes puffy from the constant crying. She reached for the
clothes without a
word.
“You can change in the back. There’s a door that closes so you have privacy. I can get you the first aid
kit too.”
She nodded her head but put her head back down. Sheid the clothes beside her on the seat. Misha
came back with the first aid kit for her. She reached for it too, without saying a word. She barely looked
at him.
But at least she didn’t punch him. I guess that counts for progress.
The look on Misha’s face as he went to sit back down was one of utter despair. He looked like he was
barely able to keep it together. We were all barely keeping it together right now.
She quietly got up and went to the back, shutting the door behind her. We could hear her sniffle now
and then. It sounded like she had opened the first aid kit. Then we heard her cursing. She was putting
antiseptic on her wounds. By
herself. Because of me.
I leaned forward, putting my head in my hands. Tears fell from my eyes. I felt so helpless. We should’ve
told her the n. I wish I would’ve told her. She could’ve handled it.
Fu ck! Why didn’t I tell her before I went on stage?
ed for Misha. He I wanted to punch something. I heard her curse louder and cry out. She was quiet and
then she walked back to the door. “I need help,” was all she said. He walked in, closing the door behind
him. I tried not to be jealous. I tried to be grateful that she was at least letting one of us help her, but
this was killing me.
I heard Misha quietly say, “that one’s deep, Sephie. That doesn’t look good.” Then silence. Then, “it’s
okay. It’s okay. We’ll get it fixed. We’ll get it bandaged right now and we’ll get it looked at once wend.
It’ll be okay. Please don’t
cry.”
He came out from the back a few momentster. The look on his face worse than before if that wasThis content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.
even possible. He quietly said to me, “she’s got a wound almost down to the bone on her hip. I packed
it as best as I could, but it should definitely be looked at by someone other than me. Soon.”
As soon as wended, I would call ahead to Armando’s family and ask them to have a doctor waiting
for us when we got there. The flight from Switzend to his family’s ranch was a short one.
I heard the door open and she walked out in fresh clothes. She was visibly limping now. Her adrenaline
rushes were beginning to wear off. I’m sure she was in excruciating pain right now. She walked back to
her seat in the back, not looking at anyone. She tried to pull her knees to her chest again but flinched in
pain. Definitely in excruciating pain.
Goddammit.