Page 57 of War Within
“Please tell me what happened and why.” Sniffling, I hugged him as tightly as I could.
“How about you rest a bit more and eat first. I will tell you everything.”
Nodding, I took a step back. He still stabilized me, helping me to the bed.
“Okay.” I held my stomach, peeking down. “I’m really hungry.”
“Do you need help getting changed?”
I shook my head. “No, but can I please have a phone?”
He nodded. “Anything, yes.” His guard had been lowered. Opening a drawer, he pulled out a small, black phone. “This is one I keep in here for emergencies. It’s a burner.”
I smiled innocently. “Thank you.” I should have known.
“Why don't you change, and I will bring you something.”
“Take your time.”
He pressed his wounded lips on the corner of mine. The fact he was hurt as well made me wonder if Marco was still running free. No way he would have hurt his own son for me.
Racking my brain for the last two digits of my boss’s number, I finally remembered, dialing as quick as possible.
Hello?
It’s Jane.
Where are you calling from?
A burner phone. Listen I don’t have long. You need to get me the fuck out of here soon.
I can’t yet. We’re almost at a breakthrough.
I'm so done with this. I got hurt. Physically hurt! I’ve resorted to seducing but I’m currently ugly. He won’t want this.
Just hang in there. He’s a handsome man. I’m sure seducing him isn’t going to be torture for you.
His whole family is nuts!
Jane, I just need some more time. I'll be in touch as soon as I can.
The phone went dead. I erased the number before tossing it on the bed, groaning.
Two weeks had come and gone. I was hoping we would be gone from Serbia by now. I was nowhere near completely healed but I was feeling a little normal, other than pain in my ribs and a little of the more severe bruising.
Giovanni had been waiting on me hand and foot. Everything had been pretty quiet, unless there was something he was not telling me. I had still not heard from my boss, so I was using my time, manipulating Giovanni.
“Good morning, handsome.” I rolled over, kissing him on the cheek.
He pulled me into his arms, kissing my temple gently. “Good morning, beautiful.”
I giggled, wincing.
“Are you okay?” He placed his hand on my thigh.
“Yeah, it just still hurts to laugh.” I slid my leg over his middle, circling his nipple with my nail.
“Does it hurt to kiss?” He smirked, leaning closer toward me.
