It Takes Two

Chapter 15

Let's get it.

Rae

"Ow...ow..ow. Ow!" I flinched back and gave a mean ass glare at Donovan.

"You done?" He asked.

"No!"

He was patching me up after my eventful kidnapping that took place. He was placing rubbing alcohol on my wounds and that shit hurt so bad. Donovan was not gentle.

"Unless you want an infection or something, you got to sit here and take this. Come on, Rae. I've been shot like 5 times, get it together." He smirked at me. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Getting shot 5 times isn't a flex sir." That made him step back and laugh.

"No?" He chuckled out.

"Not at all." I started to laugh a bit. He was finally finishing with putting bandages on. I really appreciated him doing this. Even when all of them came to rescue me. I was only kidnapped for a couple hours. Next thing you know, Donovan and Matteo busted in shooting up the place.

If I didn't know they had my back then, I sure as hell know they do now.

"Thanks Dr. Russo." I said sarcastically. I hopped off the counter, but he was still in the way. "Look, I know you missed me, but..." I joked with him.

"I did." He replied immediately. He was serious too. Not us about to have a deep conversation. He stepped back slighty and leaned against the counter, facing me. "I'm so sorry..." 

"For what, Donovan?"

"This is all my fault."

"No it is not. How can this be your fault? You didn't make Scaletta kidnap me-."

"Okay, but you wouldn't even be in this situation to begin with if it wasn't for me." He said solemnly. We were back to that. He would forever beat himself up about this. No matter how much I've constantly told him I made this decision on my own.

"Donovan, I told you I decided to help your ass the moment you fell from that window. The moment I took you back to my house and my doctor treated you. I involved myself from the start. If I didn't want anything to do with this, I would've just got in the truck and drove off." I shook my head, "You have got to stop blaming yourself."

"Yeah, yeah. Regardless of what you say, I'll always blame myself. Especially when you end up getting hurt."

"Well, it would be foolish of me to enter this life and not expect to get hurt. That's not realistic. I appreciate you for trying to keep me safe. Although, I can stand my ground, same as you. Okay?"

"Okay, Rae." He nodded. "You good?"

"Never better." I gave a small smile. He held out a phone in his hand.

"Call your mother?"

"Huh?" What did my mom have to do with this?

"Look, in order to find you...we had to ask her for help." I gave him the most baffled look. Was he crazy?

"Donovan!" I put my hands over my face.

"You act like I gave her an assault rifle and said 'let's go'. We don't know this fucking area and we had to find you. I was willing to do anything and everything to get you back home safely. So you're damn right I asked your mother for help. You're here now, aren't you?" He motioned.

"Yeah..."

"Okay, then. So call your mother." He shoved the phone in my hand and walked out the kitchen. I guess there was no room for argument. I quickly dialed her number and waited for her to pick up.