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Chapter 2

Author: Eternity
The front doors were shut. Blood from the back of my head had soaked my collar. I pressed a clean corner of my sleeve against the wound and reached for my phone.

Once, Nico had come through a clinic door just before a man with a gun could hurt me.

Back then, I worked at a South Side community clinic and studied toxicology at night while applying to a clinical pharmacology program.

I first met Nico on a stormy night when two armed men raided the clinic. One forced my face against the counter. Before his gun struck me, two muffled shots sounded, and a man in a black coat appeared in the doorway, bleeding from his left arm.

The bullet had only grazed Nico, yet the bleeding would not stop. It had been coated in a powerful anticoagulant. With too little plasma and no safe public hospital, I mixed an antidote and cared for him for three days while his men sealed the clinic.

On the third morning, his clotting levels stabilized. He watched me remove the IV from his arm.

“You saved my life.”

“It's my job.”

“How should I repay you?”

I put away my instruments. “Pay for the bed you occupied for three days.”

He studied me for a long moment, then laughed quietly.

A week later, a black Maybach waited outside after my shift. Nico stepped out and offered me an unlimited card.

“Come with me. You don't need to risk your life here for a few hundred dollars.”

I returned the card. “No, Mr. Valenti. I earn my living. I don't consider that hardship.”

He slipped a private card into my lab-coat pocket. “Nico Valenti. Now you know my name. I'll be back tomorrow.”

He came back almost every day for three months. When I said we belonged to different worlds, he spent an evening sorting expired medicine beside me, his family ring on one hand and two armed men outside.

I cared for him. I was also afraid of what his name could bring into my life.

Then a man cornered me behind the clinic and threw a bottle of corrosive liquid. Nico stepped in front of me. It burned through his shirt and left a permanent scar across his back.

Sweat covered his face while I treated him, but he still smiled. “Now I carry a scar for you, Tessa. Doesn't that make you responsible for me?”

My fingers brushed his burning skin, tears falling beside the wound. That day, I finally agreed to be with him.

I had trusted those hands to keep me safe. Today, they had pushed me into a glass cabinet.

I called a car and went to the hospital alone. The cabinet had cut deep into my scalp. By the time the wound was stitched, I had lost enough blood that standing made the room tilt.

I was holding the wall outside the treatment room when someone seized my wrist.

“Tessa!” Nico's eyes were cold with anger. “Alessia nearly lost the baby. Did you follow us here to keep causing trouble?”

Her perfume clung to his black suit. I pointed to the bandage around my head. “I came because I was injured.”

His expression froze. Only then did he see my pallor, the blood seeping through the gauze.

“How did this happen?”

I avoided his hand. “You pushed me into the cabinet. It was nothing to you, just one careless shove.”

His pupils contracted as he remembered his strength.

“Tessa...”

He pulled me into his arms, careful of the wound. “I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I saw Alessia clutching her stomach, and the pregnancy was already unstable. If anything happens to the baby, neither the Donatis nor the Commission will forgive us. Our departure will only be delayed again.”

I stared over his shoulder. He always had a reason to hurt me and believed a hug and a declaration of love would make me wait again.

“I understand.” I pushed him away. “Go to Alessia.”

He caught my wrist. “Whatever happens, believe that you're the only woman I love. Everything I'm doing is so we can escape this family.”

His voice softened as he studied my bandage. “Marco will take you home. Keep the wound dry, and don't sleep alone. If you become nauseated or dizzy, call the doctor immediately.”

Then Alessia's nurse appeared at the end of the hall and murmured something to him. Nico released me at once.

“Wait for me at home,” he said, already turning away. “I'll bring your favorite cranberry cake.”

I watched him disappear into her private room, then asked the nurse for my discharge instructions.

I would need to keep the wound clean. In ten days, I had a plane to catch.
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