"Cazzo!" Daniel uttered again as Rachel blacked out.
"What the hell?" I cried. "Did he spike my drink? That bastard!"
Daniel lifted Rachel in to his arms.
"Carlos, aprire le porte. Ha bisogno l'ospedale."
"What? What did he say?" I asked, in a panic. Carlos ran to the doors and opened them for Daniel who hurried through with Rachel in his arms.
"He said she needs the hospital." Carlos replied before taking my hand and pulling me along with him, after Daniel and Rachel. We re-entered the room and I saw Daniel stop, staring at Tyler. I think he would have gone and punched him if Rachel hadn't been in his arms. Tyler had a smirk on his face, and he winked at me. I saw red, but apparently so did Carlos. He strode towards him and I hurried along behind him.
"Bastardo! You did this!" His fist flew through the air and Tyler fell back against the bar, clutching his face.
"Carlos no! The police should deal with him." I gripped Carlos' arm as he threatened to punch Tyler again. He relented and Tyler chuckled.
"Carlos, tut tut, your losing your touch. I thought you didn't let your emotions get the better of you? Getting so touchy over your new whore and her friend?"
My mind blanked and the next thing I knew my fist was connecting with Tyler's nose. He howled and I felt Carlos dragging me away. We ran outside and found Daniel reversing in Carlos' car. We climbed in to the back and Daniel sped away towards the hospital. Carlos pulled out his phone.
"Polizia." A hurried conversation in Italian followed, during which I tried to quieten my heart beat. I suddenly realised my fist really hurt. "Bella, that was some right hook." Carlos' hands covered mine and he lifted it to his lips. As he kissed it I blushed a little and was immediately thankful that it was dark so he couldn't see. That had been exhilarating, but now I was concerned about Rachel. I checked on her. She was flat out.
"Why would he do that? Spike my drink?"
"E 'ovvio bella-" His fingers rubbed my aching fist gently.
"Carlos as much as I'd like to, I can't speak Italian. English please."
"It's obvious. He wanted you..." The way he said it made me feel like there was more to the story, but I ignored it for the moment because the anger in his voice was back.
"It's a good job you would have stopped him then." I muttered, kissing him gently on the cheek and then turning away so he couldn't see my cheeks flushing. His hands stilled on mine momentarily and then he continued to rub my fist gently. It was comforting, and the pain had almost gone.
"I wouldn't have let him touch you. Especially not in that dress." He murmured in to my ear and I grinned. So the dress did have an effect on him after all. The car stopped suddenly and I realised we were at the hospital. Daniel threw open the door and Carlos and I climbed out too. I held the door open for Daniel as he lifted Rachel out. Her head lulled against his shoulder and I hurried after them as fast as I could in my heels. Carlos went to park the car properly.
Daniel had an urgent talk with a nurse and Rachel was taken to a ward. Daniel held her hand all the way. I wanted to do the same, but I couldn't get close to her. I took my heels off and waited for the doctor to finish checking her. He was speaking to Daniel and I took the oppertunity to grip Rachel's free hand, now she wasn't surrounded by people. Carlos appeared and hurried over. The doctor left and Daniel ran his hand through his hair.
"Well?" I asked impatiently.
"She'll be ok. She's been given a high sedative by the looks of it. Nothing serious. They're going to do some tests to be sure."
I let out a deep breath and looked down at Rachel.
"Why'd you drink my drink moron?" At least she looked fairly content in her sleep. I sat down, suddenly exhausted, in to the chair next to the bed.
"I don't understand how he managed it. You're careful aren't you?" Carlos was running his fingers anxiously through his hair, a characteristic I realised he and his brother shared.
"Of course. I'd already ordered it before he decided to pay for it. But I left it with Mario when I went to dance. He must have gone back for it when I left."
"I saw him at the bar." Daniel said distractedly.
"There. He must have slipped something in then."
Carlos looked angry again.
"If I see him again..."
"You called the police Carlos. They'll sort him out." He looked at me as if he would argue, but then closed his eyes as if praying, and when he opened them again he was calm. Daniel looked at his brother in astonishment.
"You must be tired bella. You should go back to the hotel, sleep."
"I'm not leaving Rachel."
"She'll be asleep for another couple of hours yet." Daniel put in. "I'll stay with her and tell you when she wakes up."
I looked at Rachel and wanted to argue, but I was tired, and I couldn't do anything until she woke up. I saw the sense in Carlos' words.
"Okay." I leaned down and kissed Rachel's forehead, and picked up my shoes. "Look after her Daniel."
"I will. I promise." I believed him.
Carlos led me to the car and helped me in. We drove in silence back to the hotel, and I felt my eyes drooping every so often until we stopped.
"Give me your room key." He murmured. I passed it to him sleepily and he took it. Then he climbed out from the car and opened my door. As I stepped out he scooped me up and the suddeness of it startled me.
"Carlos. What are you doing?" I asked, more awake now.
"Carrying you. You're exhausted."
"Put me down. I can walk." The sudden shock had given me a little more energy. He lowered me unwillingly and I steadied myself against him as I put my shoes back on.
We went through the hotel, climbing quickly to my room. Carlos unlocked the room and I kicked my shoes off, flopping down on to the bed. When I looked up he was stood awkwardly in the doorway.
"Are you coming in?" I asked, sitting up.
"Only if you want me to."
That single sentence seemed to hold so much promise in it.
I stood up and wandered bare foot over to him. I gave him a gentle kiss, and leaned over to whisper in his ear:
"I want you to."
His arms wrapped round my hips and he picked me up so that I had to wrap my legs around his waist. Somehow he managed to close the door behind us while we kissed and carry me in to the room. He set me down at the bottom of the bed.
"You're tired. Stop me if you don't want to do this now." He muttered, stroking my hair from my face.
"I don't think I could sleep now." I whispered, my fingers straying to the buttons on his shirt. He let me undo the buttons and then shrugged off the shirt. His chest lay bare in front of me, underneath my wandering fingers. He was tanned, muscled, with a small sprinkle of hair in the centre of his chest. Just how I'd imagined.
"Let me take this dress off you." He murmured against my forehead as I continued to look at his chest and the contrast it held against my white fingers. I looked up at him and grinned wickedly.
"You're not as wild as you pretend are you?" I teased. "I'd have thought you'd be tearing me out of it." His eyes flamed and his smile returned.
"I would bella, but I think you would be angry with me for ripping your dress. Besides I would very much like to see you in it again."