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Even though he didn’t say it, I knew he was worried. Lying in a hospital doing nothing couldn’t have been easy for a man like Sebastien, who controlled the world around him.
By the fifth day, he was finally discharged. And thank God, because if he had to spend another night there, I was pretty sure he’d walk out with or without permission.
I hoped against all hope his mood would improve once we got home.
Chapter 19 - Sebastien
Ten days!
Tenfuckingdays!
That’s how long I’d been stuck in bed.
Vega still couldn’t find anything about the ambush, who set it up, who the men were, why the ambush happened or how they pulled it off. It was driving me crazy.
I had no doubt that Hawthorne was involved, and if I couldn’t get him for the ambush, I needed to find another angle. I told Vega to check every single hotel Hawthorne owns, to see if he’s using the women and children, but so far, nothing.
I need something on Hawthorne. Anything.
And I still had no answers on why Obsidian was in town or what the hell his next move was. For all I know, he and Hawthorne set me up.
And then there were my brothers. I knew they were hiding something from me. They acted as though I was helpless because I was stuck in this damn bed, being pumped full of these shitty medications that made me feel useless!
I wasn’t.
I couldn’t just sit around here doing nothing while Hawthorne was still out there, a threat to me and Delilah.
The only good thing that came out of this mess was the time I got to spend with Delilah. She refused to go out to work, insisting she wasn’t going to hire some stranger to come and take care of me. Instead, she’d handled things at the office from home and was in close communication with Caite.
She insisted that I stay in one of the guest rooms downstairs. She stayed in the room with me but on the damnsofa. She fed me, gave me my medication, ensured the doctor came to change the bandages and helped bathe me.
My cock jerked.
Every time, her hands brushed against my skin, ensuring my bandages didn’t get wet, I saw the desire in her eyes and my cock hardened in response. But she never took it further.
It was torture.
Having her hands on me and her not touching me where and how I wanted added to my long list of frustrations.
Just then, the door opened and Delilah walked in, balancing a tray in her hands.
“Sebastien, here’s lunch. Soup,” she said as she set the bowl on the nightstand next to the bed.
I wasn’t in the mood for soup.
“I’m not hungry,” I grumbled.
“Sebastien, you have to eat,” Delilah insisted, her voice calm.
“If I don’t eat, are you going to pour it down my throat?” I snapped.
“Do I have to? You have to take your meds.” She folded her arms, a flash of determination crossing her face.
“I’m not going to die if I take those damn pills without eating this one time.”
“I’m not giving you anything unless you eat. So, please just eat the soup,” she begged.
I saw the frustration in her eyes as she tried to keep her voice steady. She sat on the bed and took the tray from the nightstand, placing it on her lap.