Jayce had scowled at that part.
I almost cried with relief.
I hate looking at the bandage, but at the same time, I can’t stop. Every time I see it, I remember how much worse it couldhave been. I curl closer to him, resting my head on his chest, listening to the slow rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear.
Jayce’s arm tightens around my shoulders, his fingers brushing through my hair.
“You’re staring at it again,” he murmurs.
“I can’t help it,” I admit.
He exhales but doesn’t argue.
A few hours earlier, once the doctors finished examining him and the police finally stopped asking questions, Jayce filled me in on everything his private investigator had uncovered. Aubrey and Leon’s first attempt at financial sabotage of Holloway, the interference with contracts, and the way they’d been trying to quietly manipulate deals to weaken the company before finally making their move.
The evidence that Jayce’s P.I. gathered is already in the hands of the police and it’s more than enough to bury them.
Thinking about it sends another wave of anger through me, but exhaustion quickly dulls it. Aubrey and Leon will pay for what they did, but nothing will ever bring Colson back.
At least now I know his death really wasn’t my fault.
Fuck, it’s been a long day.
Suddenly, my phone buzzes on the bedside table. It’s been blowing up for the past few hours, and even though part of me wants to put it on silent and just curl tighter against Jayce, I reach over and pick it up.
Skyler: IS HE OKAY??? ARE YOU OKAY?
Grace: Sutton do you need anything? I can be in the hospital in ten minutes with food, a toothbrush, clean underwear. Whatever you need!
Rylee: Did you tell Jayce we would’ve killed him if he died?
Stacey: Ignore Rylee. But seriously, how is everything?
I can’t help the small laugh that escapes me. Jayce glances down at my screen.
“The girls?” he asks.
I nod. “They’re threatening to storm the hospital.”
He huffs. “Tell them I’m fine.”
I type a quick response.
Sutton: He’s okay. Stab wound to the abdomen but nothing vital hit. Doctors say he’ll fully recover, it’ll just take a few weeks longer than Jayce likes.
Three typing bubbles pop up instantly.
Skyler: WHERE’S THE MOTHERFUCKER WHO DID IT??? Maybe the cops will let me talk to him for just a few minutes…alone…no cameras…
Grace: Skyler, you can’t murder the asshole who stabbed Jayce, as tempting as it might be.
Jayce chuckles under his breath.
Across the room, his phone lights up on the tray table beside us. With a groan, he grabs it and begins scrolling.
“The guys are texting too.” he hands me the phone. “Take a look.”
Carson: SKYLER SAYS WE’RE BREAKING INTO THE PRISON TO SHANK THAT LEON MOTHERFUCKER! IT’S ON!
