“Where’s Andie?” I demand, getting frustrated because I’m too weak to push him off me.
The door to the room opens and Jax comes in, followed closely by Liam and that scary Russian dude who works for Declan.
“That’s not good,” Jax says, looking at me.
Keane curses, lifting his hand from my chest. It’s covered in blood. I look down at my torso. My shirt and part of the sheet covering me are soaked in crimson red. Well fuck.
The next time I come to, the room is dark and someone’s snoring to my right. The pain in my chest isn’t as bad as before, but that’s probably from the cocktail of drugs they injected me with that I’m still floating on. Every part of me hurts, not just where the bullet punctured right below my clavicle.
My eyes don’t need to adjust when I open them and look around. Keane is slumped over, his head in the crook of his arm, fast asleep at the foot of the bed. That can’t be comfortable. I test trying to move.
“Wouldn’t do that unless you want Pearson to knock you out again.” Jax is standing to my left, leaning against the window, the glow from his tablet making his face look like an apparition. He doesn’t look my way, seeming to be lost in whatever he’s doing.
“Vulcan nerve pinch works every time.”
Jax chuckles low. “Forgot how much of a nerd you are,” he replies, fingers swiping and typing constantly.
Even though my throat feels like I just gargled razor blades, I force myself to speak. I had the dream about Andie for a reason, and my gut is screaming at me that something’s wrong.
“Where’s—”
Keane rouses with a loud groan, sitting up to crick his neck from side to side. “Next time I fall asleep like that, drag my ass to the floor or something,” he complains and rubs the back of his neck.
Tired of being interrupted, I ask, “Where’s Andie? Is she okay?”
Silence. Nothing but dead silence. My heart starts pounding, making me dizzy.
“That’s what we’re trying to find out,” Jax replies, but his tone of voice has me on edge.
Keane must know I’m about to lose my shit because he quickly adds, “She and Liam were in a car accident.”
“When?” How fucking long have I been out? Part of me is relieved. Whatever went down the night of the meet, she must’ve come out of it unharmed, or Liam was able to protect her.
Jax reluctantly looks away from his screen and glowers at Keane. “Just tell him, already. He’ll find out eventually.”
“Tell me what?” Damn whatever drugs they gave me. They’re making it hard for me to think straight.
The door bursts open, light flooding into the room and making my eyes water. Liam points at Jax. “Tessa wants you.”
Jax runs out of the room like his pants are on fire, with Liam hot on his heels right behind him. Keane stands up abruptly, about to follow them, when I call out, “You’re going to tell me right the fuck now what the hell’s going on.”
Giving me a brief glance over his shoulder, he replies, “Your fucking brother is what’s going on.”
I didn’t think my pain could worsen, but I was wrong. Alejandro has Andie?Dios, no. How could they let my brother get his hands on her? I start shouting like a crazy person until someone finally comes. That person is Pearson. Great.
His massive arms cross at his chest, and he cocks an eyebrow of annoyance at me.
“Help me get out of this damn bed.”
“You think that’s wise?” he asks in a thick accent that reminds me of that guy, Drago, from theRockymovies.
When I pull the IV line out of my arm, he shakes his head and walks over to the side of the bed.
“You Americans. Stupid and stubborn.” He puts a beefy arm under my left armpit and grips my elbow with his other hand, then plants his feet to help me up.
“I’m Mexican, jackass.”
Gritting my teeth, I push past the excruciating discomfort of trying to move, and with his help, I’m able to finally stand. He readjusts his hold on me when I sway backward. My vision comes and goes as I fight not to pass out or throw up. I don’t think he’d appreciate either.
