I’ve been in this goddamn hospital for three fucking weeks. Three weeks that could have been better spent at home with my girl, but instead I’ve been fucking stuck in this shithole room, staring at the same four walls until my physical therapist collects me to get me up on my feet.
It’s fucking hard—a lot harder than I expected—to get back up on my feet. Even though the bullet missed any major organs, it still fucked my body up and I’ve spent the last three weeks killing myself every day to be able to do things for myself.
The first few days were the worst, I was fully unable to get out of bed, they even had me using a fucking catheter because I couldn’t get up to take a piss. Ridiculous, and utterly fucking humiliating. I’m the underboss of the New York Mafia—goddamn heir to the throne—I should be able to take a damn leak without a tube’s assistance.
The best part was when on the day I woke up, a nurse attempted to give me a bed bath, the nurse in question hadn’t been one of my regular nurses, because Izzy lost her fucking shit. Apparently—while I was still unconscious—she had refused to let another woman touch me and opted to do it herself. So, when the sweet, sixty-year-old nurse came and offered her assistance, she flew off the fucking handle and started threatening the poor old lady.
The woman is fucking insane.
But she’s mine, she agreed to stay, so she can act like a fucking lunatic all she likes as long as she does it with me by her side. I fucking love her special brand of crazy, sometimes I forget how utterly unhinged she is until she goes ahead and threatens to slit the neck of a woman twice my age.
Fuck, I love her.
Since that day, Izzy has been my full-time nurse, and I’ve fucking loved it. Not just her taking care of me, but just being around her. I honestly thought I was losing her, but then of course she goes and does what’s least expected of her and asks for a divorce so that she can be with me for me.
I thought it was ridiculous at first, but after I thought it over, I realized that she’s fucking brilliant. I don’t want us to ever have to think back on us being in an arranged marriage or a business deal. I want to make her my wife because I love the shit out of her, not out of family obligation.
I’m sat watching her now as she gathers everything in the hospital room, I’m finally getting the fuck out of here and she’s been flustered all morning. I didn’t think it was possible for Izzy to be flustered, but she’s been flapping around all morning, trying to make sure everything is perfect and “just right for you to come home to” she said.
I don’t know what the hell she’s worrying about, I don’t give a fuck what happens as long as we’re together.
I watch as the woman I’m obsessed with crouches down to look under the bed. “Baby, what in the ever-loving fuck are you doing?” I ask and it falls on death’s ears as she continues rummaging around.
“Izzy?” I bark and her head finally snaps up.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Maybe we should stay here a few more days,” she mutters the last sentence, and I can’t help but roll my eyes as she stands and rounds the bed, but rather than coming to me, the infuriating woman starts digging through our bags.
“Like fuck are we staying here any longer. What the hell are you searching for?”
“I just want to make sure we don’t forget anything.” She nibbles on her bottom lip in a rare of act of vulnerability and fuck me, she’s adorable.
“C’mere, baby,” I murmur and motion for her to step between my legs from where I’m perched on the side of the bed. She takes a tentative step forward, but I grab her hand and pull her to me.
Once she’s nestled between my legs, I release her hand and tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear before looping my arms around her neck. She steps closer into me and burrows her head in my chest and mumbles, “I’m scared.”
“What are you scared of mia regina?” I whisper against her hair, and she sighs before pulling back to peer up at me.
“It feels safe here, if something happens then there’s plenty of doctors around to help you.”
So, she’s worried about me? This I can deal with.
“One of our family doctors just moved into our building on the floor beneath ours. Would you feel better if I gave you his number? That way you can always reach someone, but nothing is going to happen, Iz. I’ve been cleared to go.” I don’t tell her about the fact I moved him in the first month she had her period because I was stressing the fuck out over her being in pain—I really don’t think she’d appreciate that.
“You’re right, I just… I don’t know, I just don’t want to lose you, I guess.”
“I’m not going anywhere baby,” I whisper and pull her back to me as I tip my head down, capturing her lips with mine and we exchange a slow and tender kiss, but I tear myself away before my control snaps and I take the kiss deeper.
Somehow, I don’t think she’ll let me fuck her on a hospital bed where anyone could just walk in.
It’s a damn shame too, considering it’s been nearly six fucking weeks since I’ve been inside her.
“I love you, Iz,” I say and rest my forehead against hers.
“I love you too.”
The elevator opens into our apartment, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
Home.
We’re finally fucking home.
I follow Izzy as she saunters in and heads straight towards the bags that I had one of our men drop off ahead of us. I stand still for a moment in the threshold of the kitchen, taking in the view. I never thought I’d ever see her inside our home again, I thought I’d either have to sell the place or burn it to the fucking ground in attempt to free myself of the pain that came when I didn’t have her with me.
I take three quick strides to reach her and swallow up the space between us as I spin her around and push her backwards into the kitchen island with my body.
“What are you—” she starts but I press my mouth to hers in a hungry kiss to silence her. I bite her bottom lip and she lets out a mewl that has my cock fucking throbbing against my zipper.
“I need you baby,” I groan into her mouth, and she whimpers before giving me a jerky nod in reply.
Thank fucking God.
I take her hand and all but fucking drag her towards the bedroom, I’d usually just go ahead and fuck her on the kitchen counter, but this feels like a big moment for us, and I’ll be damned if I don’t get to worship her in our bed like the queen she is—plus she’d probably fucking strangle me if I pulled a stitch while not playing it safe.
Once we reach the bedroom, I let go of her hand and bring my lips back to hers, teasing my tongue against hers and she returns it by kissing me with everything she has, as though it’s the last ever time she’ll get to kiss me, as though she can’t fucking breathe without me, as if she’s savoring every moment—I know because I feel the exact same way.
“Christ, I’ve missed you Izzy,” I pant into her mouth before I pull away to stare down at her. She’s a fucking vision, the most breathtaking woman to ever exist.
“You said you were sorry for everything right?” she asks, and I nod as she starts to lift my shirt over my head. I help her shrug it off and reach to help her with hers, but she bats my hand away before I can.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, not quite yet amore mio. You’re going to strip, lay down on that bed, and wait for your punishment.” She arches a brow as I stand and stare at her.
Well, fuck.
This is not how I expected this to go, but I do as she says anyway. I’ll do anything she fucking wants for the rest of my goddamn life just to keep her by my side.
