Tex shook his head. “I can’t. It’s already been two days. A text isn’t exactly excusable.”

His eyes were red and puffy from crying, and he wanted to go to work. They were going to eat him alive. I’d be damned if I allowed anyone to hurt what was mine.

“Tomorrow morning,” I said.

Tex looked up from the phone but before he could argue, I grabbed him and yanked him close. His hand collided with the bullet wound, and I hissed in pain but didn’t allow him to pull back.

“I will not share you with anyone. Right now, you’re all mine. Tomorrow you can go to work and bring Penelope home.”

Tex’s shoulders dropped. “I should at least send a message.”

I shook my head and snatched the phone away. “You told them you were lying low to hide from the Vitales. What’s another day?”

“Okay.”

Tex let out a shuddering breath. I wanted nothing more than to hide him away from the world. If I did that, I risked losing what made Tex him.

The trickle of blood down my torso let me know the wound had opened up. I groaned and grabbed my phone.

“What are you doing?” Tex asked.

“Calling Melony.”

He pulled back, and his eyes widened at the sight of the blood-soaked bandages. “Idiot, I knew it.”

I tuned Tex out as he started to curse at me. His hands waved around as he pointed out how stupid I was. My lips twitched as I fought back a smile.

“Wow, that’s a record, Enzo. Normally, it’s Giancarlo I have to visit multiple times for an injury. Can it wait, or you need me now?”

Tex yanked the phone out of my hand before I could answer.

“This dumbass opened it up. The bandages are soaked.” Tex left the bathroom, talking to Melony. He poked his head back into the bathroom. “Sit the hell down.”

I didn’t argue. It felt nice to be taken care of. I sat down and relaxed as Tex grabbed whatever Melony told him to. My eyes closed for a second. Warm fingers brushed along my flesh, drawing me out of the bliss I was basking in.

Blinking, I found Tex wiping away the blood around my wound. His brows were furrowed as he concentrated. “Melony said you opened it a little, but there’s no need for her to restitch it.”

I gave a curt nod and let him continue to clean the blood up and rebandage me.

“Need a pain pill?”

“Maybe later.” I stood up once he was done, watching him as he cleaned up. He even grabbed the sanitized wipes and wiped everything down.

“I’ll order us something to eat unless you want my cooking.”

“Your cooking is far deadlier than any bullet wound.” Tex could make a sandwich, but anything else was a toss-up.