Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
The short walk to the bathroom felt like it took fucking hours. I hadn’t been on my feet yet since I’d woken up. If I was going to be expected to get up and move around, these doctors were going to need to give me something stronger. Every step was agony on my abused abdomen.
“That doctor needs to give me something stronger,” I panted, slumping against the doorway to the bathroom. A light sheen of sweat coated my forehead, and I reached up to wipe it away, wincing when I brushed against some of my head wounds. “My ribs aren’t fucking broken?”
“No,” Niran confirmed. “Badly bruised but not broken.” He reached up and gripped the back of my neck, massaging the tense muscles there until my shoulders drooped a little. “You’ve got this, Bento. And just think, you’ll be released later today, and Rico can give you something stronger than what the doctor is giving you.”
That was true. Rico kept a stash of drugs of all varieties for all of his employees. We never had to visit a doctor unless it was something serious and what we were taking at home wasn’t helping. If we were sick, he had stashes of Z-packs, amoxicillin, and every other anti-bacterial drug under the sun. In pain? He had everything from Motrin to Norcos. Hell, Rico even had ADHD meds for some of the guys who had been diagnosed but never had access to the meds. Now, they never had to worry about it.
Rico was a hardass and a bit of a dick, but he took care of all of us.
Grunting, I moved away from the wall and to the toilet. Niran let me be, turning his back to me to give me some privacy, though he didn’t leave the bathroom. I took it for the small win it was and quickly worked on emptying my bladder. When he heard me flush the toilet, he turned to face me again, his eyes keen as I slowly made my way to the sink to wash my hands.
I grimaced when I looked up into the mirror and saw my reflection. My face was bruised, my eyes swollen. The blood vessels in the corner of my right eye had burst, leaving the white of my eye coated in red. Cuts, some deep and others shallow, littered my jaw, cheeks, chin, and forehead.
Niran pressed in behind me and rested his chin on my good shoulder, his dark eyes steely as they met mine in the mirror. His hands slid around my waist until his arms twined around my torso. My stomach flipped at the possessive gesture.
“They’re going to pay for doing this to you,” he quietly promised.
“Aren’t they already dead?” I questioned, a frown tugging at my split, dry lips. I honestly didn’t remember much after I was shot. I vaguely remembered Niran catching me, but even that was super faint.
Niran shrugged. “The guards are, yes. The two men in charge? No. They’re at Rico’s in the basement waiting on me to come home.” He turned his head and pressed a kiss to my throat, right over a cut there. I couldn’t fight back the shiver even if I tried. “I’m going to torture every bit of information out of them before I slaughter them like fucking pigs,” he swore. “They took you from me, kon-dii, and no one gets to do that and live to tell the fucking tale.”
A shiver rolled down my spine at the deadly undertone in his words. When I turned to face him, he let me, though he didn’t release me from his hold. I leaned heavily against the sink, my brows furrowing. “Rico doesn’t want them for going after Anurak?”
Niran’s smirk was cold and calculating. “Oh, he does, kon-dii, but it wasn’t his man that got kidnapped. It was mine, and Rico knows that even if he is my boss, he’d be crossing a line by taking these two kills away from me.”
It still felt surreal to hear Niran call me his after so long of wanting to hear it. After ten long fucking years of wanting to belong to him.
“You’re mine, too,” I told him, my hands coming up to rest on his narrow hips. “Make no mistake about that, Niran.”
He leaned in and pressed his lips to the corner of mine. My cock jerked beneath my hospital gown.
“I expected nothing less, kon-dii,” he murmured.
12
Niran
Bento slowly lifted his head from the window, blinking blearily at the ceiling as he tried his best to wake up. Rico had pain meds delivered for Bento to take before he was discharged from the hospital, and they’d promptly knocked him the fuck out. Once I’d gotten him in the SUV, he’d been out like a light, soft snores leaving his lips. He didn’t even budge when I’d had to slam on the breaks because some asshole pulled out in front of me like they couldn’t see this seven-thousand-pound vehicle barreling in their direction.