Carina’s POV
It’s been about two weeks since Kenzo and my brother rescued me from Miguel. My wounds have been healing, and I honestly feel like myself again.
The gun shot wound on my thigh still hurts from time to time, but not like before. I don’t walk with a limp either—which is wonderful considering I looked terrible when doing it.
I looked like the hunch back of noter-dame.
My family has been doting on me ever since. I can’t go anywhere without an escort and I sure as hell can’t even breathe without somebody being next to me.
Kenzo has stepped up to the plate as my caregiver. That man is obsessed with me and makes sure my every need is taken care of.
I can’t even go to the bathroom without him following me around like a puppy dog.
It’s adorable—but also annoying as hell.
