“Don’t glare at me. I’m doing the best I can.”

Enzo grunted as the car came to a stop. The brothers disembarked before Benito turned around and held out his arms.

“Give him to me. I’ll carry him up.”

“No.”I shifted out of the car. “I’ll carry him.”

Benito growled. “You’re really pushing me.”

“I said I’m going to carry him.” I stepped closer to him. “Get out of my way.”

“Come on, Benito. We’re wasting time,” Giancarlo said.

I turned back to Enzo. The two of them could argue over bullshit. I needed to get Enzo up to his place. He leaned against the car, his skin pale and his breathing heavy. I crouched down.

“Get on my back.”

Enzo, to my surprise, didn’t argue. He wrapped his arms around my neck, groaned, and laid on me. I wrapped my arms around his legs and hoisted him into position. Standing up, I made sure he was balanced on my back. We took the service elevator up to his place.

“There you all are,” a woman said as she stood at the door, frowning.“He looks terrible. Get him inside and on a bed. Downstairs.”

I didn’t ask questions. Moving into the guest room, I carefully unloaded Enzo from my back. Every pained intake of breath put me on edge.

“Let me get to work.” The woman laid a hand on my back when I wouldn’t move. “Get out of the way, or I can’t save him, honey. Move.”

I shifted out of the way but not too far. Pressing my back into the corner of the room, I watched her work. If she fucks up, I’ll shoot her. The thought was so sudden I jolted, but it was exactly how I felt. I would kill her without blinking an eye if Enzo died.

Enzo’s laughter made me look at him. “Stop glaring at the doc,” he said, shaking his head. “Melony is good at her job.”

“Awww, thank you,” she cooed. “Now, hold still and focus on yourself.”

Enzo winked at me before his face contorted in pain, and he swore. I stepped forward, but a sharp whistle cut through the air.

“Back off,” Benito said. “Let her do her damn job.”

I want to shoot him next.

I stopped myself from pacing. Eventually, Melony stepped back and let out a heavy sigh. She peeled her blood-slicked gloves off.

“Those stitches will hold,” Melony said. “Just be careful, and you’ll be okay. Here.” She dug into her bag and pulled out a bottle of pills. “Take one of these every eight hours to kill the pain. It’s good shit.”

I took the bottle from her. “I’ll give them to him.”

“He should have someone here to look after him. I’m guessing that’s you?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Lots of rest, water, and feed him before the medicine,” she said, checking her phone. “I have a shift in a few hours. I need to get out of here. I’ll come back to check on you after work, Enzo.”