Page 92 of Twice as Forbidden

“Because she won’t take her calls. Mom just wants to make things right with her before she dies, and now she won’t be able to.” Her pain is crushing. I feel it deep in my chest.

“Lettie, is your mom in a hospital? Is she unable to fly?”

She pulls her face out of my chest and sniffles. “She’s too sick. Her immune system is barely existent. If she is exposed to germs—anything on a flight or airport—it could cost her her life.”

“If we got around that, can she fly?”

She hesitates, confused. “Yeah. Maybe. I don’t know. Why?”

“Call your mother. Have her pack what she needs. I’ll charter a private plane and have a nurse accompany her to ensure she receives any necessary care.

“You—you can do that?”

“It’s the least I can do.”

She jumps into my arms. “Thank you.”

The cadence of the machines shifts into a string of rapid, harsh, and alarming beeps, immediately capturing our attention. The monitor flashes red, and the numbers on the screen start to plummet drastically.

“What’s happening? What’s wrong?” Lettie cries.

“I—I don’t know.”

A nurse bursts into the room, her expression grim with urgency. “We need a doctor in here—stat! Her vitals are dropping.”

“What the hell does that mean?” I spit, panic seizing me.

A doctor and two more nurses flood the room, forcing us to back away. “She’s going into cardiac arrest.”

“God, no…” Noah begs, his voice unrecognizable. Tears race down his face, the fear in his eyes raw.

“Is she dying?” Lettie cries out.

“I’m going to need you all to step outside for a moment.”

“I’m not fucking leaving,” I demand.

“You’re not helping her by being in the way. We need to move quickly.”

The choice is taken away from us, and we’re ushered out of the room., and the door slams in our face as the doctor's voice booms from inside.

"She's crashing!"

Chapter thirty

Jackson

“Whatareyoustaringat, Peach?” I step between her open legs as she sits perched on the kitchen island.

She slides her hands up my chest and wraps her arms around my neck. “You.”

“See something you like?”

“Debating it.” I grab her thighs and tug her closer. “What’re you doing? We’re gonna be late.”

“I’m your boss. I tell you when you need to be at work.” I slide my hands slide along her hips and grab her perky ass, grinding her into my rising cock.

“It’s barely been two hours.”

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