Page 83 of Run to Me
A hand lands on my shoulder, and I turn to see Marco looking down at us, concern clear on his face. “Come on, I’ll take you both to the hospital while Dad and Luca deal with those two,” he says and tips his head to the two soon to be dead assholes.
I nod my head, unable to speak before standing and carrying Robyn from the room, bridal style.
Not the way I thought I’d be carrying her for the first time like this.
We were supposed to have this moment after our wedding, both happy and drunk on each other as I carried her through the threshold of our apartment.
The ride to the hospital is slow as Marco pushes the car to its limits to get us there as quickly as possible. Robyn’s still unconscious in my lap as I cling to her and murmur for her to wake the fuck up.
I once told her to run to me if she ever needed help. I told her I’d protect her, keep her safe and make sure no one ever harmed her again.
I guess I’m not only unhinged, but I’m a liar too.
Concussion, bruised ribs, and dehydrated from the drugs they gave her.
She’s gonna be okay.
Our baby’s gonna be okay.
I don’t think I’ll ever be okay again.
The haunting sight of Robyn passed out in my arms as Marco drove us to the hospital.
The not knowing whether she would make it or not.
The way they had to practically pry her from my arms when we got to the hospital while my brother physically held me back.
I’m seriously debating the whole idea of kidnapping her to a deserted island where no one can ever get close to her again.
It’s all too fucking much. I’ve gone back and forth on blaming myself for this shit, but then I remind myself that if she didn’t have me, things could have been a lot worse since the Blue Vipers were after her because of the slimy fucker my brother and Dad currently have chained up in a warehouse waiting for me right now.
My family has always made a point of not harming women and children, and as much as I’d love to break that rule, I just can’t fucking do it. Which is why I had Izzy put the bitch on a plane to Russia with no ID, no money, and no belongings.
I’m not physically hurting her, and whatever happens to her is out of my hands.
I couldn’t give a fuck what happens to her so long as she’s out of our lives for good. We’ll keep an eye on her movements though, just to make sure she doesn’t get any stupid ideas about coming anywhere near Robyn again.
I hold onto Robyn’s hand like it’s my lifeline while she sleeps. She’s been in and out of it for hours, only coming to for a couple minutes before passing out again. A side effect from the concussion, according to the doctors.
She stirs once again, and I turn my head to see those big green eyes blinking up at me.
“Hey,” she whispers and it’s the first time she’s seemed like herself. Each time she’s woken up, she’s murmured something unintelligible before dozing back off.
“Hey angel,” I murmur.
“Are you okay?”
Am I okay?
Trust my girl to be lying in a hospital bed and the first thing she asks is if I’m okay. I swear I fall harder for her every day.
“I’m good,uccellina.How’re you feeling?”
“My head hurts, and my ribs too. The last thing I remember is Jer punching me, before that they had me in a room and had drugged me to…” Her face pales as she stares at me with wild, terrified eyes.
“Angel?” I ask, panic clear in my tone.
Fuck, should I get the doc back in here?