Mafia Betrayal

Chapter Fifty Eight

Luca

"Jesus Christ, I'm fine!" I bellowed, jerking my arm away from Dr. Saunders. "I just want to see my wife."

Saunders gave me a sympathetic sigh and adjusted himself to work on my bicep once again. "And you will, as soon as I get this slug out of your arm." I had been sitting in this shitty hospital for twenty minutes already and no one was letting me see Charlotte. I got out to her just as the ambulance was pulling up, Ellison and his troops in tow, so there wasn't much room for protesting.

I groaned in exasperation, but I knew he was just trying to help. Silvano shot me in the arm, seconds before I blasted a bullet straight through his brain. If I had it my way, I would have ripped him to shreds with my bare hands, but I needed time for that, and that wasn't a luxury I had.

When I got to where I left Charlotte, she was gone. I was seconds away from losing my shit, but I ran into Angelo, who told me Charlotte was safe and outside with Marco. I was relieved, but I wouldn't be content until I got my hands on her, and I couldn't do that unless this numbskull got the bullet out of my arm.

"Stop giving him a hard time." Angelo chuckled, walking into the room. "You got shot. A little medical attention is necessary."

I glared at him. Wasn't it his duty as my best friend to be on my side about this shit? Hell, the last time I was shot, Angelo took the bullet out himself.

"Yeah, well, if you'd gotten there when you were supposed to, maybe I wouldn't have gotten shot." I chided, rolling my eyes at him. I was quickly losing my patience with everyone, desperate to see Charlotte.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Angelo grimaced. "You were inside for ten minutes when Charlotte came out. You explicitly told us not to come in before fifteen minutes."

We were only in there for ten minutes? It had felt like a lifetime. "Then why the fuck did you start shooting from the rafters?"

"We didn't shoot, Luca." Angelo got serious. "When you sent the siganl, the GPS came from one of the back rooms. That's where we were ehaded when Charlotte came flying out that side door. We didn't know you were in the great room until then.."

I frowned. If they weren't the ones who shot the guards that held Charlotte, who was? Did Silvano's own men turn against him? All that mattered now was that we were safe, we were together, and in a few hours, we would be on a flight back to New York and away from all this bullshit. Silvano was out of our lives for good.

"Mr. Catalano?" Another doctor said, peeking his head around the plastic curtain of the emergency room.

I nodded, eyeing the guy suspiciously. He didn't even look old enough to be out of med school.

"I'm Dr. Rodriguez. I've been with your wife." He came in and pulled the curtain closed behind him. Now he had my full attention. "How are you feeling?"

"How is Charlotte?" I ignored his question. How I was feeling was irrelevant right now. I had a bullet in my arm and it fucking hurt, but nothing like the pain of not knowing what was going on with Char.

He smiled as if he understood. "Charlotte is fine. Both she and the baby are going to be just fine, miraculously."

"Thank god. I was so..." I clamped my mouth shut. Wait a second. Did he say baby? Silvano had kidnapped a child too? How the fuck had we not known about that?

"Babe...baby?" I stuttered, frowning. Angelo chuckled over my shoulder.

Dr. Rodriguez nodded.

"I don't understand. What do you mean, baby?"