Sera walks in and sits down. “Concussion: Both of them. Broken fingers: Ethan. Broken arm: Both of them. Surgery to repair internal bleeding: Both of them. Broken ribs: Both of them. Fractured cheekbone: Ethan. Broken scapula: Lincoln. Busted up face: Both. Major head injury: Both, but Lincoln’s required stitches and staples in three different spots. I stopped writing down the rest. I don’t want to know.”
“This!” Gio yells, pounding a fist on the arm of his chair. “This is Famiglia. This should not happen. We find the traitors and eliminate them.”
“If Linc were up to it, I’d suggest we let him beat them to death. I think he’s going to wish he could, not for himself but for what happened to Ethan,” Sera answers.
“They will be dealt with,” Damian says from where he’s standing in the corner.
“I want to be there,” Sera commands.
Gio inclines his head, and I nod in agreement.
“Let’s find these bastards and crush them,” Damian tells Sera as they exit the room.
“They didn’t just hurt her family, they hurt her heart,” I tell Gio.
He nods. “She’s had enough of that.” He sips from his glass of scotch. “This wasn’t the Manzinis. I spoke with Salvatore.”
I nod. “I figured. This is going to be a problem—a big problem.”
“We also have another we need to discuss.”
I lift a brow.
“Senator Harrison has decided to throw in his bid for President,” Gio tells me.
Now both brows shoot up. “That is definitely going to make waves.”
Gio nods. “He’ll have to be handled in just the right way.”
I nod in return. “And so he shall.”
29
LINC
“Oh my God,” Tera says as she rushes into my hospital room. They insisted on keeping me overnight. I just wanted to get the hell out of here and home. Then the doctor suggests waiting a couple of days before flying. Fuck that. As soon as I’m out of here, I’m on my way home.
Tera hugs me—gently—which I’m kinda grateful for. My busted ribs hurt like a son of a bitch.
“I’m all right,” I tell her.
Xander snorts. “Dude, at this point even I could kick your ass.”
I lift a brow. “Wanna try? I’ve fought with a broken hand before.”
Tera pauses. “I thought it was your arm?”
“It is—it’s both, same side though so I’m golden,” I tell her, slowly lifting the cast that goes to just below my elbow.
“Fuck, man,” Xander says, shaking his head. “What happened?”
“I got jumped. Spyder, Reaper, and Mayhem—they had weapons.”
Tera nods. “I heard a bat was involved.”
“And brass knuckles.”
“That explains the swollen face and bruises. Even after your hardest fight, you never looked like this. What can I do?” Tera asks.
