Page 116 of Triple Power Play 3
Jax caresses her stomach over her hoodie and peppers her with questions. “Have you felt the baby move?”
“Yes.”
“Any cramping?”
“No.”
“Are you hungry?”
“Ew, no.”
“When did you last eat?”
“We had Thanksgiving dinner, remember?”
That feels like a lifetime ago when, in reality, it was only hours.
While we wait, the team discusses additional raids and the concern of keeping us secluded during and afterward. Jackson gave Reece a list of names and properties involved in the human and drug trafficking ring. Hugo recognized the danger of that knowledge. He and a handful of others risked their lives to silence Jax.
For that reason, we’re put in a private suite in the Intensive Care Unit, where Reece will be brought after surgery. Besides the glass wall and the three agents standing guard at the door,it resembles a modern hotel room, with a hospital bed, a couch, and two reclining chairs.
“The only stipulation is that you don’t leave.” Charlie’s critical gaze locks on the twins. “Anyof you.”
“No worries, Sheldon.” Desi winks. “The family that murders together, stays together.”
Reece’s partner stares at him, mouth agape, before shaking his head and storming out.
Dante scoffs. “Did you just referenceThe Big Bang Theoryand murder in the same statement?”
Yawning, Desi drops into the chair beside Jax and a sleeping Aurora. “My two favorite subjects.”
“Before you fall asleep,” I tell him then turn to his brother, “and you sneak out for a smoke, thanks for being here. I—fuck, I don’t know what to say.” I bury my face in my hands and rub my tired eyes. Lifting my head, I manage, “Thank you for protecting her.” I swallow hard. “I hope you killed them all.”
Dante stretches his neck to glance out the door. “Tried.”
“How many left?” Jackson asks.
“Sheldon apprehended four.”
I make a mental note to have Reece keep track of those who aren’t dead, although I’m sure he will. The room grows quiet, and I rest my head against the unyielding leather material as I close my eyes.
I’m awakened when a nurse—Brody, according to his badge—steps in. “Hi. Sorry to wake you. Ms. Embers?”
“Hey, baby.” Jax wakes Aurora and carries her to the bed. “The nurse is here to examine you.”
Her eyelids blink open, and she scoots back on the mattress.
“I was told you have some glass in your feet. Can I take a look?”
Brody extends his hand toward her sneaker, but she withdraws.
She peers over at me, lips pouted and brows furrowed. “Can’t you do it?”
As if I’d refuse her.
“How about this?” The nurse weaves his fingers together at his chest. “You remove your socks and shoes, and I’ll get the supplies?”
Aurora gives a hesitant nod, and Brody leaves.
