Chapter 216
It wasn’t until midday that Jaime woke up again.
“Hola,” I said. “Do you speak English?”
He was still laying on the bed on his back with no shirt so that I could fully see the wound. It looked
to be healing perfectly and he didn’t look quite as deathly white as he did the day before.
He nodded, “A little.”
“How do you feel?” I asked.
“Weak,” he replied with a frustrated groan. “And heavy.”
“It will be days before your body has recovered from the blood loss. I’m sure Andrea will let you rest
here until then and I will keep an eye on the wound. The sanitation was far from desirably last night
and I need to make sure it doesn’t get infected.”
“Why are you helping?” he asked suddenly turning to me.
His eyes were an olive green and they stared directly into mine with a totally serious face.
“What?” I asked.
His eyes glanced to the doorway momentarily before looking back at me.
“You know that we are fighting against your mate, right?” he added in a hushed tone. “Last night we
weren’t but the ultimate goal is to bring him down.”
I felt my heart sink into my chest/
“You would have died,” was all I could say. “I can’t let people just die.”
I then turned on my heel, feeling a tear fighting to escape. All I could think to do was march out to
the garden but Andrea met me in the corridor and grabbed my shoulders.
“Where are you going?” he asked. “What’s up?”
“Nothing,” I said. “Just let me go.”
“And how’s the patient?” he added.
“Fine,” I replied trying to get out of his grip. “You need to employ a doctor or set up a hospital or
something.”
He furrowed his eyebrows, “Why?” he asked turning my face to look at me. “I have you.”
“I’m not doing it again,” I said firmly. “What happened last night isn’t happening again.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he said. “Just because I let you be in charge last night doesn’t mean you get to
decide what happens now. You will do everything for me that I ask. So if I ever bring another man in
need of help like that again, you won’t hesitate to provide it, got it?”
“Your men are fighting against Leonardo, aren’t they?” I replied quietly. “If I help them, I am also
fighting against him and I can’t do that.”
Andrea shrugged, “Sounds like a personal problem to me. Deal with it.”
I scowled and pushed him off me, “He needs at least three days of rest,” I said quietly.
“Gracias,” he replied before kissing me hand and strolling away. “And put that fucking ring back
on!”
I stood in the hallway for a few moments, watching him walk away. His gun, as always, was tucked
into the back of his belt and the intolerable confidence in his stride.
I felt the anger inside me begin to boil so before it bubbled over and I did something stupid, I
rushed downstairs and out into the garden, as far away from Andrea as possible.
That feeling of powerlessness flooded back in and as I stood out in the middle of the lawn,
absolutely lost for what to do. Because there was nothing I could do. My entire life I’d lived for my
independence and freedom so helpless filled me with so much despair, it made me shake with
anger until I dropped to my knees in a trembling, heavy breathing mess.
The worst part?
Now I was being forced to work against my only hope: Leo.
The thought of Jaime now being alive to kill or even hurt a Stella soldier, let alone Leo, added guilt
to my evergrowing pot of sorrow and I let out a high pitched whimper.
In my head, I damned Andrea fucking Martinez to the fiery pits of hell. It’s not like I could even
blame him for messing up a perfect life; things were rough already and I wanted a break away from
Leo. That’s how I got into this nightmare. But now all I wanted was him back, Andrea to be out of
my life and all this to be over.