Chapter Eleven
The Hotel
Fifteen Minutes
Earlier
When Chris arrived at the hotel, at first, he was in a panic, and then, he was just annoyed by what he saw. Why? Well, what the hell? If he had a dollar for every time he’d had to make a‘house call’to a hotel, he’d be richer.
Unfortunately, his family had the uncanny ability to get the shit kicked out of them, when they needed to be safe.
It was enough to make a doctor drink.
Elizabeth was one concussion away from a coma.
Ethan was one hit to the back before he was permanently paralyzed.
Oh, and their security had already bled plenty for them with Michael nearly dying to save him, and Gryphen taking multiple bullets to his back for Ian.
How much was too much?
That seemed to be a question he was almost always asking himself.
So, as he checked Ethan out, he was about ready to get bitchy. The only thing that was keeping him sane was no one was in that bad of a shape.
Except Ivan.
His nose was a mess.
Unfortunately for him, a broken nose meant setting it, and forgetting it.
They’d have to wait until they could get him to a plastic surgeon to see if his septum was deviated from the hit.
They had no time for that.
“Does it hurt?” Chris asked his husband, as he ran his fingers down his spine, trying to find any spot where he might have exasperated his back.
Ethan heard the tone.
Oh, someone was going to go insane, and it was that exasperation that he got.
Been there.
Done that.
That was for damn sure.
Honestly, he knew the feeling. This was how each one of them reacted when they got that call. It was your worst nightmare each and every time.
Oh, and they got that call a lot.
One might even say they received it a little too often for anyone’s good.
Because of the tension, Ethan opted for humor, to take the stress down in the room. Chris needed to stay calm to keep his body healthy, and this wasn’t going to help.
“No, Christopher, I’m good. Elizabeth’s breasts were like airbags. They deployed at the perfect time. Actually, I kind of enjoyed it. I’m kinky like that.”
From where she stood, up next in the exam, that amused the hell out of her. Big tits were mostly a nightmare, but in this case, they’d still cushioned the blow—even under her vest.
