I had so many thoughts running through my head when Micah went missing, and knowing Viktor had him made it that much worse. Losing Micah would be like losing my dad all over again. When Viktor dropped the bomb that Micah was dead, I lost it. Everything slammed into me at once, and I just reacted. I didn’t give a fuck about anything except for taking him out. Now he’s officially gone for good.
No way in hell he would tell me where Jay is. But Ghost, Alexey, and Dmitri, along with a group of guys, are searching everything of Viktor’s, trying to find even the slightest clue.
“Can I come in?” I turn to the voice, and Evander’s standing right inside the door, one foot out like he’s ready to run.
“Yeah,” I smile, waving him in.
He sits beside me in the other chair. “How is he?”
“A pain in the ass,” I grouch. “He’s the worst patient ever.”
Evander chuckles. “I can imagine he doesn’t want to stay here.”
“You got that right.” I run my fingers through my hair. “I have nowhere for him to stay, and until Jay is gone, we’re still on the run.” We’ve already been in one place for too long, being at the hospital. But I couldn’t leave until I knew Micah was okay.
I look at Evander when he doesn’t say anything, and he’s just looking at Micah. No matter what Evander pretends he feels about Micah, he still came to his rescue, which shows me how he truly feels. His face was lined with worry when he stepped out of the car with Mateo. Mateo looked just as worried.
“He can stay with us,” Evandersays finally.
“I can’t ask you to do that.” For one, I wasn’t joking about Micah being the worst patient. He got shot a couple of years ago, and I thought I would smother him with a pillow. For two, I can’t put that on Evander, given his history with Micah.
“You didn’t ask. I offered.” He looks back at me. “He can’t stay here, Les.”
“I’ll figure something else out.”
“No,” Evander smiles softly. “You know he’ll be in good hands. Go sign him out, and I’ll take him home. Let me worry about him. You take care of yourself and your guys.”
I kiss Evander’s cheek, and he smiles. “Thank you.”
On my way to the nurse’s station for an argument I know is already coming, I message Ryder to let him know the plan. I walk up to a haggard-looking older nurse. “I need to sign Micah Poletti out.”
“Oh, honey,” she says, “He can’t leave yet. He still has another unit of blood to receive, and his wound was pretty bad.”
I swallow my crazy and remind myself that she’s just doing her job. “I’m signing him out. Or we can just leave. The choice is yours.”
“I’ll have to call security.”
I shrug. I have my own security. “Have it your way.”
I walk back to the room, updating Ryder.
They won’t let me sign him out. Threatened me with security. Be ready.
Ryder
We will be, il mio sole.
Have I told you today that I love you?
Ryder
Yes. But you can tell me as much as you want.
I love you.
Ryder
I love you too.
