Page 45 of Breathtaking

I bring my knee up, but Rome blocks it.

The ringing stops.

“Fucking finally,” he mutters right before it starts again.

“Who is it then?” I yell at Lucky as Rome and I lock arms, both breathing heavily. We’ve been going at it hard all morning.

“Lennon,” the shit stirrer tells me like it’s any other day.

“Fuck.”

I make the mistake of looking at Lucky, and Rome takes the advantage and nails me with a right hook. My head swings, and I spit out blood before looking at him. “I’ll give you that one,” I warn and walk to the edge of the mat and squat down to grab the phone.

“Aww... the princess is calling. Maybe she needs a frog to kiss,” Rome taunts, and Lucky laughs.

Assholes.

I miss the call and hit her name to call her back.

It rings so many times, I think she sending me to voicemail before a woman answers.

A woman who’s not Lennon. “You need to come to the hospital.”

“Who’s this?” I ask and look at the phone, making sure I hit the right number.

“This is Maria, Princess Lennon’s head of royal protection. We’re at Kroydon Hills Hospital, and she’s asked for you. But listen very closely to me, you little wise-guy wannabe. I’m watching you, and if you hurt her, even your father won’t be able to save you,” she warns, and I’m so fucking lost.

“Why is Lennon in the hospital?” I ask, and my brothers stop laughing. “Is she okay?”

“That’s for her to tell you. If it were up to me, we wouldn’t even be here, let alone calling you. But she’s asked me to call and ordered me that it can only be you. They’ve taken her for an MRI. She has a private room. Come or don’t. It’s up to you.”

The call ends, and I stare at the phone.

What the fuck?

Rome stands next to me as he rips off his gloves. “We going to the hospital, brother?”

I can’t stop staring at the phone.

“Madman,” Lucky mumbles, and something about the worry in his voice shakes me.

“Shit.” I rip my gloves off. “Yeah. I’ve got to go to the hospital.”

“You want me to drive?” Rome offers as he throws his shirt on.

Lucky stands and grabs his shit. “I can call Dad.”

“No. I’m good. Let me see what’s going on, and I’ll fill you in.” My head spins with all the reasons Lennon could be in the hospital, including the baby.

“Not a chance.” Rome grabs my keys from my hat. “I’m driving. Let’s go.”

“I’m coming too,” Lucky offers.

I shake my head and throw on my shirt. “No. I need you to go open West End. One of us will call you later. Until then, this stays between us.”

I don’t wait for anyone’s response as I rush out of the gym with a million possibilities running through my mind.

And they all stop and start with Lennon.

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