Amedeo, Her Italian Billionaire(42)

“And I don’t mind that. I have more money than I know how to spend.”

“Right. So you might as well sprinkle the poor girl with it. You know, maybe this whole thing was a mistake. Maybe I should have never let you know that I was pregnant. All I wanted was for you to pay for the abortion.”

Amedeo felt like he’d been slapped in the face as she stormed out past him.

***

Violet didn’t know where she was going, but she had to get out of that room. Amedeo was talking nonsense and not listening to her. She was livid and might have said something she would regret.

So she got out. She didn’t have her purse so she couldn’t go far, but around the block might cool her off enough. She’d been seeing red as he spoke. Was he an idiot or just clueless?

She strode around the block, mumbling to herself. She arrived back at Amedeo’s building, but she wasn’t done being mad. Not in the least. She needed more time. So she walked around the block again. Still mad.

She crossed the street, but she guessed that the combination of not being in a cross walk and the fact that she hadn’t looked both ways, caused a car to clip her. Shit.

She fell down in the street. It wasn’t even the whole car that hit her. Nope. The side mirror and knocked her off of her feet. The person stopped the car and jumped out.

“Are you okay?”

“Uh, I don’t know.”

Her body hurt. She tried to sit up, but her body hurt too much. She could just rest here for a few minutes. Hopefully no one would mind.

“Don’t pass out.” The person had a phone to her ear. “I’m calling 911.”

Violet didn’t think she was going to pass out. She just wasn’t ready to get up yet.

“The ambulance is on the way. Can I call someone for you?”

Violet motioned in the direction she thought the building was. “Amedeo.”

Hadn’t she been mad at him? He might want to know that something happened to her. The woman talked into her phone then she pointed to a person who had walked up. “Go in that building and find Amedeo.”

The woman driver sat down next to Violet.

“What’s your name, honey?”

“Violet,” she whispered. She couldn’t produce much more sound than that. She was tired.

“That’s a pretty name. Does anything hurt?”

“Everything.”

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you step out between those cars.”

She wanted to tell the woman that it was okay, but at that moment a cop car pulled up. He blocked traffic from where she lay. She really probably should get up. She was in the street and that wasn’t safe.

Then Amedeo’s face appeared in her vision. “Violet? Honey?”

He held her hand. It was warm and a just a little calloused. She hadn’t noticed that before. He should have office hands. Soft and manicured. Why didn’t he?

She wanted to tell him that she was hurt, but he seemed to know that.

“Are you her husband,” the cop asked.

“Boyfriend.” Amedeo turned back to her. “It’s going to be okay, Violet. The ambulance is on the way.”

Of course he would say that. Amedeo always wanted to make it right. That’s who he was. She closed her eyes.

“Violet, stay with us,” Amedeo said.

She wanted to sleep. That’s all she wanted. Maybe the pounding in her head would subside. She couldn’t take anything for it because of the baby. She wouldn’t want to, anyway.

“Violet?”

“I’m here,” she said.

Her voice sounded weak and creaky. Very odd. She heard a siren approach then strangers pushed Amedeo out of the way. They poked and prodded her, then rolled her onto a stiff board. They put her on the stretcher. It rolled past Amedeo.

“I’ll be at the hospital right after you, Violet,” he said.

She smiled, but it must have come off as a grimace because Amedeo said “she’s in a lot of pain.”

He patted her hand before they put her in the ambulance. She closed her eyes when the doors closed.

“You still here, Violet?” someone said.

The voice sounded a little far away so she opened her eyes to see who it was. She couldn’t move her head because she was strapped onto the board. Someone’s face appeared in her line of vision. “We’ll be at the hospital in just a few minutes.”

“Okay.”

“Sit tight. You aren’t bleeding anywhere. What hurts?”

“Everything.”

“You’re bruised, but that may be it.”

Violet tried to nod, but just flashed the man a wan smile. As promised she was at the hospital a few minutes later. They wheeled her into a room and was transferred to a gurney still strapped to the board. It was becoming uncomfortable.