Chapter Fifteen
Ivan fell into the chair by Annabella’s bedside. Dante and Commerce were right there with him, as Victor went over her injuries and ensured him that Annabella wasn’t r***d. The bruising, and finger marks along certain areas made them all fear the worst.
“Thank God.” Dante whispered and he reached over and caressed her hand.
She was unconscious still, medicated to help her sleep and remain calm. As she dozed off in exhaustion on their trip back to New York, she would wake up screaming and slapping away Ivan’s hands. Then he would calm her and she would whimper and moan then start coughing and it sounded horrible. She had a high fever, was fighting off some kind of bacterial infection Victor gave her antibiotics for, and she was malnourished and dehydrated. The I.V. was pu
