FRANCESCA's POV
I woke to a dark room and the smell of paint still poignant in the air. I inhaled allowing it wash over me, not wanting to open my eyes to the nightmare that was now my reality.
It did not help though that my head continued to replay the events of the morning and how I had gotten my brother shot.
The door opened in the middle of my thoughts and I kept my eyes closed, mainly because I already knew who it was that walked in… he could not mask the sheer masculine power of him even if he wanted to.
I pretended to be asleep while I listened as he grunted softly trying not to wake me up but I could tell he was in pain from the bullet wound.
The other side of the bed compressed as he climbed into it and I stopped a yelp as arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me into his embr
