Signed Over To Santino. Maya Blake

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      ‘That will be all, Shannon,’ he forced out, his gaze on the pictures flickering on the muted screen. He didn’t recognise the building the paparazzi were crowded in front of, but the medical vehicles flashing past had him striding across the room.

      His PA’s retreat barely registered as Javier activated the sound.

      ‘Miss Nardozzi’s condition has now been downgraded from critical to serious but stable. Doctors are monitoring her closely following her awakening from her brief medically induced coma and she’s responding well to treatment at this top medical facility in Rome.

      ‘To recap events, Carla Nardozzi was airlifted from her father’s estate and training facility in Tuscany following a fall during training. Unconfirmed allegations suggest the world number one figure skater’s trainer, Tyson Blackwell, is being questioned by authorities following the accident...’

      Javier flung the remote down. ‘Shannon!’

      The door opened a second later. ‘Yes, sir?’

      ‘Tell my pilot to ready my jet. We leave for Rome immediately.’

      ‘Of course.’

      Before the door had shut, he was picking up his phone. He knew the number by heart, although these days his dealings with Draco Angelis were more business than pleasure. The reason for it pierced another jagged blade of anger through him. Javier gritted his teeth as he pressed the receiver to his ear.

      ‘You’ve heard the news,’ the deep voice rumbled.

      ‘When did this happen and why wasn’t I informed immediately?’ Javier snapped.

      ‘Cool it, amigo. I’ve had my hands a little full on this side of town,’ Draco responded.

      Javier’s ire didn’t abate. ‘You have people in place to ensure the right parties know what’s going on. I should be at the top of your list of people to communicate with when it comes to Carla Nardozzi.’

      A brief, pregnant pause. ‘Agreed. You would’ve been informed before the hour was out. You just beat me to it.’

      ‘For the sake of our continued working relationship, I’ll choose to believe that.’

      Draco exhaled. ‘Is there anything else going on here I should know about, Santino?’

      Javier reined himself in with effort, tightening his control on the emotions rumbling beneath his skin. This was business. Nothing else. ‘Aside from the fact that I’ve invested several million dollars in your client and am about to invest several more? You think I should have to find out about her accident from the media? I don’t appreciate being placed in a position where I’m caught unawares by situations like these.’

      A deep sigh echoed down the line, and Javier got the impression that the formidable Draco Angelis had something on his mind. ‘Point taken.’

      ‘When did all this happen?’ Javier was aware of the distinct bite to his voice but he didn’t soften his tone. Any hint of softness was seen as a sign of weakness. And he’d sworn an oath a very long time ago never to be seen as weak or gullible.

      ‘Yesterday.’

      ‘And this induced coma?’ he pressed.

      ‘It was only overnight until they were sure there wasn’t any brain damage. She’s awake and the doctors are optimistic she’s out of the woods.’

      Javier exhaled. He released his death grip on his phone when the plastic creaked. ‘I should be wheels up in an hour but I’d appreciate frequent updates on her condition.’

      ‘You’re coming to Italy?’ Draco’s voice expressed surprise.

      Javier snapped up his briefcase shut and headed for the door. ‘Considering how much I’ve invested in our mutual client, I believe a personal interest in her recovery is well within my rights. I’ll see you in seven hours.’

      He hung up and walked past his PA’s desk.

      ‘Cancel all my appointments until further notice.’

      She opened her mouth then immediately shut it.

      In his limo minutes later, he tried to wrestle his fury under control.

      So what if Carla Nardozzi had rejected him in a way only the father who’d barely acknowledged his existence had done? After years of biding his time, he’d finally found a way to get his own back. The Ice Princess would be taught a salutary lesson. All he needed was to ensure she got back on her feet in order for him to deliver the punishment she truly deserved.

      His emotions had nothing to do with this.

      This was a matter of business. And of his pride.

      Nothing else.

      * * *

      Carla tried to lift her head off the pillow and was immediately engulfed in a fog of pain and confusion.

      ‘No, signorina, don’t try and move.’

      She relaxed, and the pain receded a touch. But the confusion remained. She’d been sure she was dreaming. And yet the voices and images flitting through her mind had been so vivid, so real.

      Her father’s voice had been unmistakeable. He’d been there the few times she’d woken up in the strange, sterile room.

      But it was the other, deeper voice she’d heard the last time she’d woken that confused her and made her heart race. The change in the lighting suggested she’d fallen asleep some time after hearing him.

      By all accounts that voice didn’t belong here...wherever this cold, grey here was.

      The last time they’d met, he’d been icily indifferent, a ruthless businessman intent on one thing—getting her to sign along the dotted line.

      Or at least, he had been...until he’d had her exactly where he wanted her. Until that kiss.

      Like a blurred lens swinging into sharp focus, the memory of the kiss burned bright and insistent. Along with the recollection of the way he’d looked at her afterward.

      Javier Santino had looked at her with pure hatred. And she didn’t blame him. After what she’d done three years ago, he had every right to detest her. It didn’t help that her will power withered away to nothing in his presence. But since that unfortunate day a month ago, she’d summoned enough strength to assure herself nothing would happen.

      Javier hated her. She’d dealt his ego a great blow. And a ruthlessly powerful and charismatic man like that would never forget an insult to his pride.

      Which bemused her as to why he’d kissed her in the first place.

      Or had she kissed him...?

      Memory blurred and confusion remounted. Carla lifted her hand to her head. Tracing her fingers gingerly over a particularly sore spot, she gasped as pain ricocheted through her. A dull throb in her other wrist brought her attention to the fact that it was in a cast.

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