The Billionaire's Bet #4: A Final Game (Erotic Romance with alpha male) by Clarissa Wild Read Free Book Online Page A

blank stare on her pale face. I guessed she hadn’t seen this much action before.
    Neither had I.
    When we arrived at the hospital, Dominic was picked up by three men with a stretcher and he was ushered into the emergency room. I wanted to go with him, but they told me I couldn’t. Waiting hours in the hallway wasn’t helping. My anxiety took a hold of my body, shaking it rigorously. My heart ached, the pain tearing my chest apart.
    Sharon got me some snickers from a vending machine and bought me a coffee, but I couldn’t bite or swallow through anything. It was like my body was completely shutting down, just like Dominic’s was.
    My mind was going in circles, trying to think of things I still had to do. Anything to avoid having to think about the things I might miss if he were to …
    I thought about his voice, his touch, the way he looked at me, and all it did was bring more tears to my eyes.
    When the doctors came to tell me the news, the big news, I clenched my seat. They told me he suffered some grave injuries and that he was extremely lucky because the bullet hadn’t penetrated any of his vital organs. They’d taken it out and closed the wound. He needed to be held under observation and was only allowed visits on specific times of the day.
    I didn’t care if I could only see him five mi nutes. I needed to see him and was glad with each minute I got. It was more time than I thought I would have. It had crossed my mind he could’ve died, but now that I knew he was okay, I was relieved. My breathing became normal again, and I went inside his room.
    “Dom?” I said quietly.
    He didn’t answer. He was lying in the bed with his eyes closed.
    I came close r and shivered from the ordeal we’d been through. It terrified me to see him like this, but at the same time I knew things would be okay. They had to. He was still here. He survived.
    I held his hand , and his eyelids started moving. I held my breath. When his bright blue eyes appeared underneath, my heart came to a stop. I was so happy to see them open again, even if only for a little while.
    He groaned and winced.
    “Hi, Dom.” I blinked away the happy tears in my eyes.
    “Hey …” he muttered.
    I squeezed his hand, and he coughed, and then winced again. His hand moved to his side, to the bullet wound.
    “What … what happened?” he said, his voice still hoarse.
    “I don’t think you should touch that,” I said. “You were shot, Dom. They came to the casino.”
    His eyes fluttered open again , and he looked at me with confusion as if he’d forgotten all about it. “Seriously?”
    I nodded.
    He sighed. “Jesus Christ.”
    He tried to move a bit, but the pain held him back. “Never thought they would go that far for revenge. All because of that fucking money.” He snorted.
    I placed my hand on his cheek and caressed him. It felt good to feel his warm skin , and it made my eyes sting with tears again. He placed his hand on top of mine and smiled.
    “I was so afraid,” I whispered.
    “Don’t cry,” he said. His other hand reached for my cheek to wipe away the tear that rolled down. “I’m still here. Alive and kicking.”
    I laughed. He pulled my head closer , and I leaned forward to give him a kiss. It felt wonderful to have his lips on me again, knowing he was still breathing and his heart was still beating.
    Someone knocked on the door.
    I quickly came up again and turned my head. Sharon cleared her throat and came inside.
    “Hi, Dom,” she said. “Glad you’re feeling okay.”
    Dom held up his hand for a quick wave and dropped his head back onto the pillow.
    “You gave us quite the scare there,” she said. “They’re getting more aggressive each day. I think it’s time we went for the offense. Did you see anything? Can you give me any descriptions? Something?”
    Dominic sighed, but didn’t respond. I guessed he was still too tired to speak.
    “Do you even remember anything about the shooting?” she asked.
    He shook his