Mireille sighed softly, watching Dante sleep. She was holding his hand in hers and her heart was still pounding.
He was out of danger now and the doctor had said that bullet had not hit his vitals or blood vessels so he would be fine in a couple of weeks.
"Dante" she whispered and kissed the back of his hand. Recalling the moment she thought she was going to lose him, she felt her heart pound harder.
Mireille had thought that what scared her the most was her stepdad reappearing in her life but today, she had just realized that was not it at all.
Listening to Dante groan in pains and forcing out smiles to her to assure her he was okay scared the living hell out of her. Her grip tightened even more as if holding tighter would make him heal faster.
Mireille had barely had the time t
