Page 92 of Brandishing Betrayals
“Shit,” I swore. “Yeah, I got shot.”
“Yeah. You got shot,” Marcos deadpanned.
“How long have I been out?”
“Two days. It’s Friday afternoon.”
“Where are we?”
“Maya’s house. This is her bedroom.”
Nico walked back in the room with the hospital cup filled and ice sloshing inside. He held the straw to my lips and I tried to lean forward to take a sip, but groaned deeply when the stitches in my neck pulled.
Maya startled awake on the bed next to me, sitting up abruptly and looking around for trouble. She frowned when she saw Nico attempting to give me water. “Gimme that,” she snapped and grabbed the cup from Nico and held it closer to my mouth, angling the straw down to make it easier for me. “Small sips.” Her voice was groggy and thick from sleep, and her eyes lids were still heavy.
I watched her warily as I took a small sip of cold water. When I was done, I shook my head and she pulled the cup away. “How’s the pain on a scale of one to ten?”
“Seven?” I answered.
Maya was already up and moving around the bed as I spoke. She came around my side of the mattress and set the cup down. “I’ll get you something to eat so you can take some pain pills.” She bustled out of the room before the three of us could say anything.
I frowned as I watched the door she disappeared through. “How’s that been?” I asked, regarding the situation with Maya.
“Tense, weird,” Marcos admitted. “We haven’t talked about anything substantial.”
“She hasn’t left your side, man,” Nico added. “She’s been here day and night, called into work this week. She only left the room if she needed to for Luke or her Mom.”
I frowned, my brain was struggling to keep up with what they were telling me. “She patched me up?”
“Yeah, her and Doc Griffin. But it’s mostly been her taking care of you,” Nico said.
A moment later Maya walked in carrying a plate of food. “I got toast and a PBJ. Try the toast first, and we’ll see how your stomach handles it with the pills.” She set everything on the nightstand. “Nic, grab those throw pillows. Marcos come help him sit up.”
I watched as my brothers did what Maya told them, and a moment later I was propped up against the pillows, with two throw pillows under my left arm to support my injured shoulder. I scarfed down the toast and swallowed back the pills quickly before Maya shooed Marcos and Nico out of the room, so she could remove my catheter.
“Catheter? Seriously?” I glared at her.
“You were unconscious for over forty-eight hours; I wasn’t having you piss in my bed. Never was one of my kinks.” She slipped on gloves as she spoke, and I took the time to admire her form. She was utterly gorgeous despite the bags under her eyes and the messy hair. She was dressed in her usual tank top and booty shorts that show off her great ass and way too much skin.
I had no idea how I was going to handle herhandlingmy dick, while she pulled out the catheter. “Maybe we should wait for the doc.”
Maya chuckled softly. “Doc wouldn’t know what to do. Catheters have always been the nurse’s job.” She gathered up a bed pan and smirked at me. “Don’t worry Jason, it’s not like I haven’t see your dick before.”
I rolled my eyes and stared at the ceiling as she gently pulled back the blankets and sheet to reveal my naked ass. Her hands were gentle as she worked the plastic tubing from my pierced cock and I groaned softly once it was fully removed. Shedisappeared into the attached bathroom carrying the tube and attached bag that was full of urine.
Sighing, I pulled the sheet back over myself, so I wasn’t just sitting there naked while she emptied things and cleaned up in the bathroom. A couple minutes later she came back in without her gloves on and grabbed a duffle bag from the floor by the door and set it on the bed. She riffled through it before she pulled out a pair of basketball shorts—my basketball shorts.
“Nico went by your place,” Maya said as she walked around the bed. She pulled back the sheet and quickly got to work slipping the shorts over my feet and tugging them up my legs. I helped her when she got to my ass by lifting my hips.
I grunted slightly in pain, but we managed to get me half-dressed without causing me too much discomfort. She covered me back up and then handed me the plate with the PBJ. “Think you can eat this?” She put the plate on my lap.
“Yeah.” I grunted.
Maya went and opened her bedroom door, letting Marcos and Nico back into her room. Both men walked in after Maya walked out.
“So what’d I miss?” I asked.
“You guys got those three snakes we needed dead. Seratelli followed through on his end, Carmichael accepted the plea Wednesday. The D.A. got him before a judge and sentenced this morning, and Kara’s meeting with the board right now as we speak. We’re just waiting for a call from her, before we head to the clubhouse to call a vote on taking out Hillcrest.”
