Chapter 181
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“No, baby, it’s me who should thank you. I’ll take good care of you, Oscar, I love you.” I kissed his forehead before my hand gently caressed his body.
When Oscar took my hand and placed it on his nipple, his eyes locked onto mine. “Yes, when you get back, you can take me to get my nipple pierced p>
“Fuck… you’re really making it hard to leave you, aren’t you?” I murmured.
The man grinned, and in that moment, he melted my heart completely.
I paced around the living room. Ghazi had texted me earlier to let me know that Zal had gotten hurt and that he’d be getting home later than planned. My mind was consumed with worry over him, so I replied to Ghazi’s text with a simple “thank you.” Deep down, I knew Ghazi often kept things from me—he had done it more times than I could count.
That was likely why things didn’t work between us, among other reasons.
In that moment, I realized Zal wouldn’t shield me from the truth. I knew how dangerous his work was, and I was certain that if I asked, he would tell me what had happened. He wouldn’t hide the reality from me, knowing it was better for me to be prepared for whatever came my way.
I spent another hour stewing over my thoughts, nursing a bottle of cold beer, until I finally decided to call Zal. As I expected, he didn’t pick up.
Then I called Bear and Chip to the penthouse, demanding an explanation. Surely they knew more about the situation than Ghazi had been willing to tell me.
“What do you mean Zal got hurt? I thought he was just going to get some truth?” I knew it sounded stupid the second the words left my mouth, but I couldn’t help it. I was just too worried about Zal.
“Mr. Davenport… Oscar, Zal just got nicked.
The boss said the knife was more of a dagger, so it looked worse than it was, but he’ll heal,” Bear explained.
My lips twitched at the slip. I had told the guys to call me Oscar, not Mr. Davenport. I was trying to distance myself from my father’s name. I didn’t feel like a Davenport, and I was more than willing to take Zal’s last name when we got married. When.
“So where is he now? And can you boys take me to him?” I asked.
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“Um… he’s at Doc’s, about four hours away by car… but you’re not supposed to p>
“Don’t tell me what I’m supposed to do or not supposed to do. Either I’ll go there myself, or you take me there.” I challenged them, and both men sighed, agreeing to wait out front. I knew they understood it was all a bluff, but they were assigned to me. Whether or not I knew where I was going didn’t matter—if I was going, they were going with me.
“Great, I’ll pack up, and we’ll stop for coffee and snacks,” I decided before they could change their minds.
That was exactly the one thing I wouldn’t allow myself to do—stay behind—just because Zal was hurt. I needed to see for myself that he wasn’t seriously injured and that everything would be okay.
He promised. He promised that he wouldn’t die on me.
As soon as the bedroom door closed behind me, the weight of the situation hit. Zal was hurt. My tears fell as the reality of it set in. I had to be strong. I needed him to see that I could be strong for him, and I needed him to know I expected him to keep his promise.
With that resolve, I fueled my anger and took a deep breath, steadying myself. I calmed down, then started packing an overnight bag. I packed another bag for Zal as well.
Less than half an hour later, we were on our way to the doctor’s place. I tried to take my mind off the situation, but my thoughts kept dragging me back. I had to wipe my tears and eventually put on my Ray-Bans to hide the worry, until I eventually drifted off to sleep from sheer exhaustion.