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Title: Pledge of Allegiance
Genre: Romantic Suspense
About Pledge of Allegiance:April 15, 2013, Patriots Day. The city of Boston, and all of the nation, was rocked by a terrorist attack at the historical Boston Marathon finish line. Countless people are affected by this tragedy, including Michael Farino and Ireland “Ilee” Murphy. Neither one of them could have predicted that the act of saving Ilee’s life would lead Michael on a journey of personal discovery, while a decades old war between their rival Boston crime families threatens their happiness and their lives. Michael and Ilee will have to pledge their allegiances to either their families or each other, but it is not that simple. Passion, secrets, betrayal and a very complicated past are working against Michael and Ilee. Nothing is ever as it seems… Nothing! The finish line is just their beginning….
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“Michael, what’s happening?” Ilee asks with panic etched all over her pretty face and her brow furrowed.
I grab her left hand and say, “I don’t know sweetheart, but everything’s going to be OK. I’ll go to the nurses’ station and see what’s going on.” I see tears starting to build in her eyes, and it helps me ward off the fear growing inside me. Ilee squeezes my hand tightly.
“Please don’t leave me,” she begs, and the crack in her voice tells me she’s petrified. Who can blame her after what we went through earlier this week?
“OK, I won’t leave you. Push the button to call the nurse, OK. I’m right here, Ilee.” She nods her head and pushes the call button. Our eyes stay locked as we wait for someone to come in.
Kathy comes in a few minutes later. “You pushed your button, hon?” she asks Ilee. She seems a little out of breath.
“What’s going on in the hospital? What is code red?” I ask because I don’t want Ilee to be under more duress. Kathy picks up the remote on Ilee’s table and turns on the TV. It was already on CNN. There’s a scene that says “Live,” but it looks like a suburban street. At the bottom of the screen it says, “Boston Marathon Bombers in Shootout with Police in Watertown, MA.” Jesus Christ! The image is of a fleet of police officers from all different jurisdictions facing a car that apparently has the bombers in it. The sick fucks have been tossing bombs at the police and firing at them according to the news crawl at the bottom of the screen.
“Code red means we’re under lockdown and no one can get in or out of the hospital. Every hospital in town with any of the victims in it is under lockdown. These psychos killed an MIT cop and have been on this chase with the police for a while. I hope they kill the bastards.” I look at Ilee and she is transfixed by the TV. She’s barely blinking, but I notice she’s trembling. I get up and sit on the edge of the bed and hold her. Kathy looks at us and brings her hand to her mouth in mortification. “I am so sorry, hon. You’re a victim, aren’t you? Me and my big mouth.”
Ilee looks at her and says, “We both are,” referring to me as well. “It’s OK Kathy. I hope they kill them, too.”
She comes over and kisses the top of Ilee’s head, which is resting against my chest. “God love ya, hon,” she says and then looks at me. “Looks like you’re going to be here for a while.” and walks out of the room.
We’re both quiet for a moment watching the TV and not quite believing what we’re witnessing. “I’m so glad you’re here, Michael,” she whispers.
I kiss her head and say, “Me too.” We stay in that position for a while, but the rail of the hospital bed is digging in my back. I don’t want to let her go because she’s still trembling. Ilee notices how awkwardly I’m positioned.
“Do you want to lie down with me?” I smile at her and cup her beautiful face. She looks so young and vulnerable.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” I say, fighting the urge to jump in the bed and hold her.
“Why not? There’s plenty of room and you heard Kathy — you’re going to be for a while. You can’t stay in that plastic chair. Please?” The way she says please is like she’s calling to me on some deep level.
Before I can respond, there’s a flurry of activity on the TV screen. We both turn our attention to it. One of the bombers has been shot, the scroll says, but one has gotten away. “He got away?” Ilee says to no one in particular. A single tear streaks down her cheek from her icy blue eyes. Her tiny body is trembling once more.
Fuck it, I’m doing it. “Are you sure you want this?” I ask Ilee again. She looks at me with a strange look and says, “Michael, I’m not asking you for anal. I’m just asking you to lay in the bed.” It’s so unexpected that despite the intensity of the situation I have to let out a laugh and smile. Ilee remains impassive and just keeps staring at the TV. I take off my sneakers and go to get in the bed.