Giovanni, I one hundred percent believe, gave the order. He didn’t just randomly become obsessed with owning me.
But Vito…
“Winter?” he asks, keeping his voice soft.
“I’m bleeding,” I blurt out, allowing my thoughts to be pushed to the back of my mind for the time being.
Vito jumps to his feet, his muscles tense. “Bleeding? Where?” His eyes scan my body as if he somehow missed a bleeding wound.
My blue sundress shifts as I tap a finger against my thigh. I blow out a breath. “My vagina,” I finally say.
His brows are pressing even further together now, but he doesn’t move closer to me. His head inclines to the side. “Your cycle isn’t due for another week,” he says.
Well, fuck.
Somehow, I’m not surprised that the man knows the timing of my cycle. The Costas control my birth control after all, and nine times out of ten, Vito is the one who communicates with the doctor. Which is another reason why I came to him.
“No,” I agree. I rub my fingers together. “It’s not my cycle.”
His eyes darken and his body freezes for a moment. His nose wrinkles and his lips tip downward. “A miscarriage?” he asks, his voice hesitant.
The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind when I saw the bleeding. Even though I’m on birth control, everyone knows the only true pregnancy prevention is abstinence, and I haven’t been close to celibate while here.
I hadn’t experienced any cramping though, just a sharp pain and bleeding that’s too light for a spontaneous abortion. “No,” I tell him. “I don’t think it’s a miscarriage.”
“What do you think it is then?”
Okay, here goes the part I didn’t want to have to explain, but I figured I would have to before Vito called the doctor. “Maximo…” How much do I need to tell him? “He fucked me with the end of a pole.” I’m pretty sure that’s what did the damage, considering how painful the penetration had felt at the time, so I think it’s the only important part. He doesn’t need to know that Maximo continuing fucking me with his cock after he took the pole out. I’ll tell the doctor everything if she needs to know, but for now this is all I’ll be giving away.
Vito’s frown deepens and his hands ball into fists. “What kind of pole?” he asks.
“The kind that’s attached to a pool cleaner.”
A muscle jumps in his jaw. “When was this?”
“Yesterday.” I squirm under the intensity of his gaze, wincing when pain shoots through me again. “Can you just call the doctor, please?” I ask him, practically begging. I’d put a pad on as soon as I saw the bleeding, but there was nothing I could do about the pain.
He blows out a deep breath before giving a sharp nod.
I still don’t sit as he calls the doctor or even after he tells me that she’ll be here in fifteen minutes. Instead, I linger by his door, studying the way his shoulders remain tight.
After about twenty minutes pass, his phone dings. He looks at the screen before standing. “Come on.”
He leads me out of the room and when we pass down a familiar hallway, I know we’re heading to the room that seems to serve as an infirmary for the family. It’s where the doctor treated Vito after he’d been shot, as well as Diamond when he’d been here for a gunshot.
When he opens the door, the doctor is already inside milling about. She whips around, offering me a hesitant smile and I note that she always seems to try putting me at ease even though it doesn’t work.
“I’ll be out in the hall,” Vito says and when I turn around, the door is already closing with a solid snap.
The doctor offers me a smile before gesturing to the little cot in the middle of the room. “Hop on up there and tell me what’s going on,” she instructs me.
I nod, gingerly climbing onto the cot, using the little stepstool beside it. I’m careful as I sit down. I lift my gaze to the doctor. “My vagina is bleeding,” I tell her, knowing that Vito already told her everything.
She nods, “And Vito said you’d been penetrated by a foreign object?” she asks.
“The end of a pool cleaner stick,” I confirm.
Her lips turn into a frown. She turns around, opening her bag up and pulling out a pair of blue gloves. “Was it wooden or aluminum?” she asks.