Chapter 25
Sophia
It’s been three days since Eddie shot Dean. Seventy-two hours since an actual bullet entered his flesh and nearly killed him.
Okay, maybe he was never in any real danger of dying, but had the bullet been aimed higher it could have hit him in the torso. Either way, Dean was shot and I think I haven’t slept since the moment it happened.
There’s been a frenzy of activity. Gabriel Prince actually had the chief of police head to the club that night for backup. We wanted to make sure Humphrey Hollingsworth never works in this city again.
Gabriel’s wife, Clementine, was a big help in taking care of the women we rescued. We were able to save thirty-two women in all. Together, Clementine and I helped the women get what they needed and secured a place for them all to stay before they could be moved into the shelter.
I recognized a few of the women from my time with them. I assured them they were all safe now.
When I haven’t been helping the women we’ve saved, I’ve been by Dean’s side. He was only in the hospital for a few hours that night, and once he was home, I took care of him.
He’s my man, and I want to make sure he has everything he needs.
“Sophia, you don’t need to take care of me.”
I act shocked. “Are you kidding? You saved my life. You saved thirty-two other women’s lives. You’re a hero.”
Dean’s gray eyes light up as he lounges on the couch with his leg elevated on a few pillows. “When I saw Eddie aim that gun at you, I couldn’t even think straight. I thought if I shoot him it won’t give it enough time. That he’d still be able to fire off a shot, so I knew I had to get you out of his way.”
“It was very brave.”
He smiles. “I don’t think of it as bravery. I would do anything for you.”
“But you could have died,” I say to him with a kiss.
“Like I said, anything.”
My chest aches, warming instantly at his words. “I love you,” I tell him, kissing him on the lips.
“I love you, Sophia Rossi.”