Twenty-Nine

Athena

"How is she?" I heard Luciano ask the doctor.

I was still in his room, in his bed, currently pretending to be asleep. It had been a solid twenty-four hours since I had been carted off by Luciano and frankly, I wasn't planning on going back anytime soon.

"I don't understand," the doctor said, evidently perplexed. "Other than the bruises, she should be fine."

'Well, fucking understand!" Luciano spat angrily and I almost jumped in fear, blowing my cover. "She seems even weaker than yesterday!"

I didn't have to look to know the doctor was trembling. His voice was as shaky as hell. I clenched the bedsheet tighter in my fist, restraining myself from getting up. It was all for a good cause. If I seemed weaker, I could spend more time in the mansion and find out how he ran the mafia despite heavy surveillance. I couldn't afford Luciano throwing me out the minute I could walk.

"It could be something internal," The doctor wheezed, getting anxious by the minute. "It has just been a d