He’d woken up in the hospital with needles in his arm and bags of blood going into him.
He’d let fate decide, closing his eyes and giving himself up to the judgment of the universe. What had he done to try to save himself? Nothing. It took everything he had to stand there, trying not to sway when his body broke out in a sweat and he could count his heartbeats through the pain swamping his muscles.
He knew that with absolute certainty, so why couldn’t he convince his brothers and sister that he hadn’t tried to end his life? Why couldn’t he convince himself? He drove at speeds of over two hundred miles per hour and had no trouble his hand-eye coordination and his reflexes never failed him. The car’s system just shut down.” That much he was certain of. “At least wait until you get the report on the car before you jump to conclusions. His body protested the slightest thing he did. If no one believed him, it was because he had to be lying to them-and to himself. You don’t have to believe me.” He spoke to Francesca, because surprisingly, it was Francesca who believed him. “I’m going to say this one more time and never again. It had worked twice, but only for a moment or two. She had nudged Stefano several times to get him to stop. He focused on her and the compassion in her eyes. He turned to face them-his five brothers and one sister with their expressions so concerned. He’d had enough of all of them-especially his older brother. The pain was excruciating when he made the slightest movement, but he was getting out of this damn hospital whether the doctor signed the release papers or not. “I’ll listen when you make sense, Stefano,” Ricco snapped and finished buttoning up his shirt. Every muscle and bone in his body hurt like hell. Something broke and the suspension went, driving pieces of metal through his body like shrapnel. His car had hit the wall at over two hundred miles an hour, but he knew he hadn’t driven into it. He’d been in the fucking hospital for weeks.
They’d replaced every drop of blood he had in his body not once, but twice. He knew damn well how close he’d come to dying. The next time you might not make it.”Ĭonsidering the fact that Stefano had been lecturing him for the last ten minutes, Ricco figured no one could listen that long, let alone him. “Are you even listening to me? This has got to stop. “Ricco,” Stefano hissed again, using his low, annoying, big brother tone that made Ricco feel crazier than he already was feeling. If he really went to town and made it real, Stefano wouldn’t suffer for too long. They were in a hospital with doctors and nurses surrounding them on every floor. He could get behind that if his brother didn’t shut the hell up. It would be satisfying to feel the crunch of his knuckles splitting open flesh. No, he needed to punch something-or someone-preferably his brother.
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