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Hmm. I wasn’t so sure about that sentiment.

I doubtsheeven knew I was in the hospital, and if she did, I doubt she would even care.

Immediately dismissing thoughts of the wretched woman, I solely focused on the desirable creature before my very eyes. “Doyouadore me, Anna Lisa?”

Her eyes sparked fire, visibly aroused as she addressed me. “Sí, it’s an honor to be at your service, Signore Luca.”

“Well, Anna Lisa, before we get to the actual therapy, I was hoping you could help me ease some of my tension away to help me relax a little.”

She remained quiet, but her eyes and slightly parted lips spoke volumes. I didn’t need any more signs that she was easily persuaded to do my bidding.

“My cock aches, and it needs a mouth to relieve its pain.” I raised my brow, challenging her. “Will you be willing to help me with this slight predicament I’m having, Anna Lisa?”

“It’s against the rules…”

Rules were made to be broken.

“I’m sure it is, and I understand why that’s implemented, but are you willing to get on your knees and bend those rules for me, Anna Lisa?” My hand reached below, boldly showing her how dire my situation was.

When her tongue snaked out to moisten her lip, I groaned loudly.

“Come here, and put that tongue to better use, bella mia.”

Just like that, I got what I wanted, pleasured beyond means. I was sure it was against doctor’s orders to engage in any sexual activities, most especially since I was barely recovering, but it couldn’t be helped. My cock needed to be serviced, and I was going to relieve its ache in my loins, one way or the other.

Rules and orders never did well with me growing up; therefore, there was no point in following them at this late stage of my life.

They called me a dare devil, a wild, uncontrolled bastard. I was simply living up to the name.

Quattro

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” Gino, my assistant, intently asked me after he brought in all the essentials I needed, such as my shaver, a change of clothes, and all the other stuff that would help me pass my time until I was cleared to go home.

Since he asked, it was best to get this trivial thing out of the way. “Yes. I actually need you to do something for me. Do whatever is essential to dig up some information about a certain woman.”

I gave him all I knew about Kimberly. If he had to hire a detective to get what I wanted, then so be it. I wasn’t necessarily sure what truly prompted me to finally seek her out this time. Though she had been persistent in my thoughts, I wasn’t fully convinced that it should be I who needed to initiate the first contact…that it should be her and not the other way around. After all, she was the one betrayed me and made me into a fool. This notion shifted after the accident. I suppose it placed things into perspective.

I was in the middle of our conversation when a knock came on the door. Before I had the chance to grant them the permission to come in, Jacques and Andrés took it upon themselves to simply barge in. Then they poked about in the room until they settled down to gaze at my less than stellar state.

Jacques chose the comfortable cushion to my left, while Andrés chose to sit on the bed, next to my foot, both appearing concerned.

“You look better than what is being reported in the news,” Andrés made a wry comment before deciding to study the bandages on my leg where the burns were.

It was my turn to frown. “Why? Are they saying I’m already halfway dead?”

“Who cares what the media thinks?” Jacques shrugged just as his phone started ringing. He checked who the caller was. “Excuse me for a moment. I’ll take this outside.”

While I watched him leave the room, the Spanish man didn’t wait a second to begin lecturing me.

“You’re stupid, Luca. I get that we’re all competitive, but under no circumstances should you ever put your life at risk. That takes the fun out of it, especially when one of your friends ends up in the hospital.”

“Che cazzo!Why is everyone overreacting? We race professionally, and accidents happen all the time when you’re out there. Don’t make it sound as if it was intentional. I took a risk, and it didn’t pave out the way I pictured it, end of story.”

I was getting highly aggravated. Everyone made it sound as if it was a moronic thing to try to outdo him when the chances of me succeeding had been nil given our positions. He had been way ahead of me,butI had taken a chance, so what? I was paying for it, not them. They needed to cut me some slack instead of choosing to attack me.

I was about to get into a heated argument with Andrés when Jacques strode back into the room, appearing rather too jovial to suit my current mood.

“Who was that on the phone?”