Page 15 of Poison and Wine
My eyes darkened. “I said she’s fine.”
He dropped his gaze before mumbling, “Yes, sir.” He then ducked back into the cockpit.
Looking at Dare, I said, “Make sure he never flies us again.”
Tilting his head, Dare asked, “You want him never flying us or never flying the friendly skies ever again?”
“Killing him isn’t necessary,” I replied in a low voice.
“Sure thing, boss,” he replied with a smile.
I grunted at him calling me boss. While it was the truth, I didn’t like my brothers feeling any less than I was simply because I was older. For our family to not only survive but thrive, we had to be one unit.
When I shifted in my seat, pain radiated through my leg, causing me to wince.
Quinn motioned his phone at my leg. “I texted Seamus to have a doctor waiting for us at the house.”
“I appreciate that.”
As he surmised Caterina, he shook his head. “You sure as hell underestimated her, didn’t you?”
“I underestimated her? I didn’t hear any of you fuckers mention her potential as an assassin.”
Grimacing, Quinn replied, “Aye, you’re right. It’s on all of us, I suppose. The girl was raised in a capo’s house with three older brothers. We should’ve imagined she would know her way around a gun and have some self-defense skills.”
Dare collapsed down into the seat next to me. After plopping an ice pack on his cock, he said, “In Callum’s defense, I didn’t think nuns were allowed to be packing.”
“I’m sure the ones in a convent don’t. I suppose it makes sense for the missionary ones to have them since they aren’t under the protection of the convent walls.”
With a grunt, Dare replied, “Can you imagine some of our teachers at St. Ignatius having a Glock under their robes?”
Quinn and I both snorted. “No, I can’t.”
At that moment, a low moan erupted from Caterina. Her head thrashed on the pillow. “Heads up, boys. The little assassin is waking up,” I mused.
Chapter Five: Caterina
As I started coming in and out of consciousness, I realized I was no longer in the fountain. Instead of floating on water, I floated along like I was a cloud bobbing through the air. One minute I was tucked close against something warm and firm, and then the next I was floating higher. The warmth that I desperately needed was gone. But then a soft heat enveloped me, and darkness took me over again. I don’t know how much time passed, but eventually it felt like I was flying, rather than floating.
A shudder rippled through me like my soul had been dropped back down into my body. I realized there was light around me and muted voices. Memories flashed like jagged lighting in a summer storm through my mind.
A devastatingly handsome man with a cruel aura about him.
My shaking fingers searching for the gun in my nightstand.
My feet pounding down the tile floors of the order as I tried to escape.
Sinking into a watery grave.
A prick on my arm.
With a groan, I turned my head from side to side. The pain that shot through my skull felt like a knife stabbing my brain. Raising my arm, I palmed my forehead, desperately trying to stop the agony.
“Would you like some medicine for yer head?”
At the sound of the familiar male voice, all thought of my pain was forgotten, and fear rippled through me. I popped open my eyes and gasped in horror. With a menacing smile etched across his face, the man from the Sacred Heart glared down at me.
“I’m glad to see you’re awake, Caterina.”