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“They’re not little kids. They knew something was up. I’ll text them.”
“Elian?” Islah called, bringing my attention back to her.
“Yeah?”
“Where’s Elizabeth?” she asked.
“She’s at the condo,” I told her, giving her hand a squeeze.
“Is she okay?” she asked. “She… saved us,” Islah said, making my heart squeeze in my chest.
I hadn’t pestered Cinna with questions on the short drive to urgent care. I didn’t want to upset Islah if she had a bad head wound.
And I couldn’t exactly ask questions with Dr. Conti in the room with us.
“She’s okay,” I told Islah. “She’s with Serano.”
“And Rico,” Cinna said. “I let him know.”
Which meant that, at the very least, Saff and Renzo were also descending on my condo as we stood here.
There was a Bratva enforcer dead on my floor after all.
“Okay,” Dr. Conti said. “Let me go just grab you that acetaminophen.”
“Okay,” Cinna said as soon as the door was closed. “The short of it is, we were expecting pizza.”
“And I opened the door before even thinking,” Islah said.
“It’s not your fault,” Cinna insisted. “He came in hot, knocked Islah back into the wall, then came at me as I reached for the gun. From there, it got bad fast. I got shot. Islah jumped on him. I went for the eyes. Islah tried to strangle him. That’s when he slammed her into the wall over and over. I was knocked into the coffee table. He was coming at me with the gun. It was almost over…”
“That’s when Elizabeth got Cinna’s gun,” Islah piped in.
“She shot him, I dunno, three or four times,” Cinna told me. “I took the gun and… finished it. Honestly, her last shot would have done it. But… I didn’t want that on her,” she said, shrugging.
Christ.
I felt like even more of a dick for leaving her alone after that. She’d saved my sister and a fellow capo that I thought of like a sister. She’d shot a man.
And she was alone with strangers, Serano aside. And, well, the fucker wasn’t exactly a comforting guy.
I needed to get back to her.
Seeming to read my mind, Cinna caught my eye. “Why don’t you take Islah home?” she suggested. “Dav is here now. I’m good.”
There was a knock at the door before Dr. Conti came back in. “Cinna, right?” he asked, looking at her.
“Yeah.”
“There are two young men creating a bit of a scene in the waiting room,” he said.
“I’ll bring them back,” Dav said, pressing another kiss to Cinna’s temple before heading out.
The doctor gave Islah the meds and a small bottle of water to take them.
“Anything else?” I asked him.
“Just keep a close eye on her. If anything feels off, take her right to the hospital. Otherwise, you can bring her back in for a check-up in a few days. Then in ten days to remove the staples. Keep them dry for forty-eight hours, then they can tolerate soap and water, just no scrubbing. If the wound looks puffy, pink, or has a discharge, bring her back in.”