Zayne paced back and forth outside in the living room.
Siena was treating Dario in his room. And Alessio...he was seated on one of the sofas.
Neither of them had spoken to each other, but he was just as worried as he was.
His head was banging. He didn’t know what to do anymore, or where to shift to. He wanted to do everything to find Evelyn, but Dario on the other hand was in a—
Siena walked out into the living room. She looked at them.
Alessio stood to his feet imdiately and hurried toward her. "How is he? How is Dario?"
"Well..." Siena seed to be hesitating for so reason, and they couldn’t tell.
Zayne frowned at her. "What is it? Why are you hesitating? Is sothing wrong with Dario? Did sothing—"
"He was shot twice. Not once," Siena interrupted, saying.
He flickered his eyes, letting the information sink into his head. "T-twice?"
"Yes."
Alessio quickly grabbed her hand. "What are you saying? Are you saying he’s not going to make it? Is that—is that what you’re trying to say?"
"No."
Siena shook her head.
"He’s in a critical condition, and he’s still unconscious for now. I’ve stopped the bleeding, but the thing is..." She bit her lip. "He’s lost a lot of blood. Too much actually and he’s going to die if we don’t find a blood transfusion for him."
"W-what?" Alessio staggered back, his eyes growing wet. "He’s...he’;s going to...he’s going to die?"
"He has a high chance of surviving if we can find soone for a blood transfusion and this also ans we have to transfer him to the hospital. I can’t treat him here. We need to go to the hospital. And we need to find soone with the sa blood type for a blood transfusion."
Zayne dragged a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair. "Fuck, fuck fuck."
He turned to Siena. "What do we do?"
"We need to get him to my hospital now."
"And what about the blood transfusion?" he asked.
"You and Alessio are going to have to co with . I’ll have a test done and find out which one of you shares the sa blood type as him. You can even bring your mom—"
"No, leave my mom out of this. It’ll break her if she finds out what has happened. And—"
"And what?" Alessio glared at him. "You don’t want her to find her? Why? Because it’s your fault that Dario is in this situation?"
Zayne balled his hands into fists. The last thing he wanted was to stand and start arguing all over again. He had too much on his hands and he didn’t have ti for any of it.
So he turned and began to walk outside to get the car ready.
"Go on. Keep pretending like you don’t hear what I’m saying. But know that if anything happens to Dario, it’ll be your fault and no one else’s—"
Zayne grabbed the nearest vase and smashed it on the floor, feeling like he was losing his mind.
"What? It’s my fault? Huh?"
"Isn’t it?" Alessio leveled him with a seething glare. "If you hadn’t dumped your mate’s problem on us, none of this would’ve happened. Dario would be perfectly fine by now, safe and sound."
Zayne was in his face in seconds, breathing furiously. "Did I force you? Did I force you to help ? You could have said no! And it’s not as if I wanted Dario to be a part of this in the first place. I was going to do it alone until you adamantly suggested he co with . Now, is it my fault?"
He snatched him by the collar of his shirt. "Yes, Dario is in na bad situation, and it breaks more than you can imagine."
"Does it?"
Alessio’s eyes grew harsh.
"It’s not like you’ve ever cared for him. You’ve always been an to him, but guess what? The very mont you needed him, he ca running to you. Would you do the sa for him?"
"Fuck you, Alessio!"
Zayne shoved him.
"What the fuck do you think I am? I don’t care what problem Dario and I have, but if he ever needed , I’d be there in the blink of an eye without a second thought. I’d co saving him like I’ve always saved you over and over again. I’d look after him like I’ve always done you over and over again. And you know why? Because he’s my brother, he’s my family. So shut the hell up, you don’t know anything. You’re the pampered one who has no clue how hard it has ever been for Dario and ."
He stord off, not looking back once as he headed to the car.
Siena hurried over to him.
"What is going on between you two? W-why are you fighting?"
Alessio couldn’t answer her.
"Alessio!" She grabbed his hand. "Why are you fighting with Zayne? You’ve never fought with him before. What is going on now?"
Alessio wiped at his eyes before the wetness in them could break and turned away from her. "It’s my fault. Sothing is wrong with and I don’t know what. I’m losing my mind, Siena and I’m—"
"Siena!"
Zayne called.
"I’ve brought the car over. Let’s get him to the hospital."
Siena nodded, dragging Alessio after her. "Help get Dairo to the car. Quick."
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"Get up," Valerio said to Evelyn. "Co and sit with at the dining table. It would be really lonely to eat alone."
Evelyn eyed him. She wanted to fight him and hated the idea of having to succumb to this man. But rembering what the chef had told her...
If even a random worker in the house would warn her this way, just how dangerous could Valerio truly be?
It was more than better to play it safe for now.
Nodding, she allowed him to pull her up to her feet.
"Let untie your ankles. Carrying you everywhere can be a bit tiring. I’d like you to walk by yourself, I’m sure that will make you happy." He smiled at her as he squatted down to grab her legs.
Evelyn asked, "What about my wrists?"
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