The Paralyzed Mafia Boss Fired Every Caregiver Until a Broke Nurse Walked In and Refused to Fear Him
Part 2: “Me. I handle complaints between nine and nine fifteen on alternate Thursdays.”
Despite the agony, his mouth twitched.
The spasm gradually faded.
Sadie remained beside him until the muscles went still. She checked his pulse, adjusted his leg, and covered him again.
“You need the higher dose of baclofen,” she said.
“It clouds my mind.”
“You haven’t slept properly in three days.”
“I have a business to run.”
“You can’t run anything if your legs perform a full marching-band routine every night.”
“Do not joke about my condition.”
“I’m joking about your stubbornness. Your condition is innocent.”
He looked toward the ceiling.
Without the hard mask he wore during daylight, Dominic looked younger. Tired. Human.
Sadie prepared one pill and held it out.
“Take it.”
“No.”
“I can sit here until sunrise.”
“You are deeply irritating.”
“I’ve heard.”
Dominic finally accepted the pill.
As Sadie switched off the lamp, his voice stopped her.
“Sadie.”
It was the first time he had used her first name without anger.
She turned.
“Thank you.”
The words were nearly inaudible.
She smiled in the darkness.
“Don’t become sentimental, Graves. It’s not covered by your insurance.”
But as she settled into the chair, Sadie understood that something had changed.
He was no longer just a paycheck.
And she was no longer merely the latest employee he intended to drive away.
The consequences of that change arrived on a Tuesday afternoon.
Frank found Sadie in the kitchen trying to scrape burned eggs from an expensive skillet.
“The boss needs you in the study.”
“It isn’t medication time.”
“He’s in a meeting.”
“Then he definitely doesn’t need me.”
Frank’s face remained tense.
“He asked for you.”
The study was filled with cigar smoke and men who looked as though they settled disagreements in parking lots.
Dominic sat behind his desk. Across from him were three senior members of his organization.
One was Wyatt Kane, a thick-necked lieutenant with a scar across his eyebrow.
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Wyatt looked Sadie up and down.
“What is this?” he asked. “We’re discussing the harbor, and you call your babysitter?”
