The Billionaire’s Prodigal Wife (Mackenna and Alessandro) novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

The sound of the beeping of a heart monitor was the first sound Mackenna recognized when she regained consciousness. The time she'd spent working in the hospital plus the time she'd spent in one when she'd had meningitis, she knew the sound well. She wanted to open her eyes, but her head throbbed, even blinking made her want to cry.

As she lay there listening to the sounds of the equipment in the room, she felt her heart lurch as she heard Alessandro's deep voice in the near vicinity. She fought against the pain in her head to open her eyes and found a pretty nurse standing over her.

"Ah Signora, you wake," the sympathy on the nurse's face made Mackenna's heart ache. She knew deep down her baby was gone and this woman's soft gentle voice telling her the doctor would be right in to talk with her confirmed her worst fears.

She grabbed the woman's wrists. "Don't let him near me."

"Who?" The nurse seemed perplexed.

"Alessandro, I don't want to see him." Her voice was raspy and raw.

The nurse nodded, obviously not understanding the request but agreeing to it. She closed her eyes again and heard his voice raise as the nurse obviously relayed the information, she didn't want him in the room. The sound of another man telling Alessandro to vacate immediately, or he'd have the police down to remove him, made her breath catch in her throat.

The doctor closed the door behind him as he stepped into her room. "Signora Giordano," he wheeled closer to the bed on a stool and urged her to open her eyes.

"Call me Mackenna," she whispered. "My baby is gone, isn't he?"

The man's eyes were sad as he nodded. "I'm afraid so, cara," he patted her hand gently.

She closed her eyes again and then a thought popped in her head. Why were her grandparents not at her bedside? Were they also hospitalized? She looked back to the doctor aware he was staring at her intently. "My grandparents, they were in the

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"I'm so sorry, cara," he whispered softly. "Neither of them survived the crash. The rescue team found them both deceased," he paused pondering his next words, "

They were holding hands, I thought you should know. If it helps."

Mackenna's wail was heard through the entire floor as grief consumed her. She was all alone in the world, no family left, no grandparents, no baby. She was inconsolable as the doctor tried to get her to calm down, but she was beyond reason. She heard the doctor give an order to the nurse and within seconds she felt the darkness of sleep pulling her downward.

When next she surfaced it was to find Camille sitting at her bedside. The lights were dim in the room and when she looked to the window, she knew it was nighttime.

"Hello Mackenna," she said gently moving closer to her to hold her hand. "How are you feeling?"

She felt the tears welling in her eyes. "l don't know," she whispered quietly. "I'm so confused."

"Can you tell me what happened? Do you remember?"

"There was black car following us. My grandfather was upset." She wiped a tear with the back of her hand. "He was angry before we'd even set out. He felt he should have protected me better from Alessandro. He was never a great driver, my grandfather. The car kept getting closer and closer, so he started driving trying to get away from him."

Camille was quiet as she absorbed what Mackenna was saying. "My grandfather kept saying he was going to have words with Alessandro when he saw him and putting a detective on his wife was a violation. He was going off about the sanctity of marriage and how Alessandro violated every beautiful thing about marriage."

"Do you know who was driving the car?"

"No, I've never seen him before. Dark hair, blue eyes, thin lips, very long nose."

Mackenna grimaced, surprised she'd recalled it so easily. "l kept trying to wave him

so close."

"Then what happened?"

"Then the car got closer, too close. It tapped our bumper, not hard but enough to make Nonno need to adjust his driving My grandfather lost control," she whimpered, "there was the sound of tires, metal, gravel, and then nothing. It was eerily silent. Then I heard someone call me. Signora."

"So, he called you signora?"

"Unless he was calling to my grandmother?" Mackenna shook her head, "but, no, I heard him, say Signora Giordano." She closed her eyes.

"There are only a handful of people in all of Italy who know you are Signora

Giordano," Camille's lips were pressed tight together.

"It was the private investigator, wasn't it?"

"l believe so." Camille's eyes were sad as she squeezed Mackenna's hands.

Tomorrow the police will want a statement. Do you think you'll be able to?"

"My grandparents are dead, and my baby is gone," she felt the sob choking her,

"Camille, I want the man's head on a pike."

"Mackenna, you should know Alessandro hasn't left the hospital. He is just outside the door. The doctor has stationed security at your door to keep him out per your request. Do you want to see him?"

"No," she shook her head. "l don't ever want to see him again. There's a court order, right? Can you make him go away?"

"l can. I'll have the police here within the hour to remove him from the premises.

I just wanted to make sure it was what you want considering he is listed as your next of kin on hospital records." Camille shrugged. "You were here at the beginning of your marriage for a cut needing stitches and he's listed as your next of kin."

"I'll fix it before I leave." She closed her eyes against the pain she felt all over her body. "Everything hurts."