AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Ariah sails the throwing knife through the air hitting the target right in the heart. “I did it,” Ariah squeals at the exact moment Samantha’s screams rip through the air.
“That you fucking did,” I growl, grabbing her around the waist and cupping her breast as I nip at the pulse thrumming in excitement in her neck. Her moan urges me on, and I respond in kind, pulling Lola from my pocket and slipping my hand down the front of her leggings. She spreads her legs, inviting me in, and I slide Lola into her already wet entrance. “Someone’s ready for me,” I groan at the feel of her juices dripping down my hand. “Did killing the bitch turn you on, Angel?” Her only response is a whimper.
I move my hand from her breast and down her pants to her clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves as I suck on her neck, pumping the handle of my knife in and out of her.
“Fuck! Owen, I’m about to—.”
“Shouldn’t he be up by now?”
I’m jolting into awareness by Lev’s sharp tone. Damn, I feel like I’ve been hit by a Mack truck.
“He should be waking up shortly,” an unknown voice states.
I fight to open my eyes, but they refuse to cooperate—images of the last few weeks play across the inside of my eyelids like a 1950s movie reel. I remember everything. I was run off the road, held hostage, tortured, and drugged. But I’m home now. Right? I know I heard at least one of the guys.
“Did he move?” Sebastian shouts.
Yup, definitely back home. “You assholes better have recovered Rubi, or I’m going to introduce your bitch asses to one of my girls,” I force out. My voice cracks from lack of use as I instinctively reach for my hip, only to be met with no knives and unimaginable pain. “Fucking hell.”
“Of course, your first words, after you wake up, are to threaten to cut someone,” Wyatt snorts.
The burn in my throat impedes my retort.
Noticing my wince, my father snaps, “Get him a glass of water,” causing the nurse to scurry out of the room at his command.
I use the time waiting for my drink to scan my surroundings. I’m in the medical wing at the Edgewood estate, surrounded by my brothers and the Council. But I don’t see Ariah. Where’s my angel? Maybe they made her go home for a while?
“While we wait for David to return, I’m going to examine you,” the woman, I presume is the doctor, explains. “I’m Dr. Jeanine Templeton. I’m one of the doctors on your team. Do you know where you are, Mr. Jefferson?”
“Edgewood Estate,” I barely rasp before clamping my mouth shut.
“Where the fuck is the nurse?” Wyatt snarls, storming out of the room.
What the hell crawled up his ass? It’s not him to be so short-fused, at least not since Ariah. I know I’ve been missing, but that wouldn’t make him be on edge like this.
My eyes dart to each of the guys still in the room for answers, but no one gives me a hint of anything other than concern for me. I’ve long since stopped paying attention to whatever is being asked of me. Something’s up, and I need to know if it’s more than Samantha working with the Senator and the chip they put in my arm. Shit, the chip! Do they know about that yet? I’m still not sure what it will mean for all of us.
The door to my room slides open, and Wyatt storms in with the nurse rushing behind him, a bottled water with a jug of ice chips and a glass in tow. “Here you are, Mr. Jefferson,” he squeaks. I can only imagine what it’s like to have the weighted stare of the heirs and the Council on you. “You’ll need to sip so as not to overdrink,” he instructs.
My eyes close at the feel of the water traveling down my throat, cooling the ache. Once I feel like I can trust my voice, I croak, “How long have I been out?” My father rushes to pour me another cup of water, but I refuse it. “I’m not thirsty. I want to know how long I’ve been out,” I demand.
Wes steps from his spot on the wall. “Two weeks, and you were missing for about a month before that.”
My head starts to throb at that information. I thought for sure I was gone for two weeks, but a goddamn month missing and two weeks unconscious? Ariah must be going out of her fucking mind. It’s good she’s not here right now, though. I need to update them on everything I know before she comes back.
At my grimace, Dr. Templeton interjects, “You're due your next dose of pain medication—we need to make sure we don’t have any more spikes in your blood pressure.”
“Can it wait?” I ask.
The doctor’s face sharpens, her lips thin, “No, after the effort it’s taken to get you to a place where you could safely be woken up,” her eyes narrow, “I will not risk it.”
“I can’t be knocked out right now,” I mutter.
“Then you’ll need to share whatever it is before your meds kick in,” Dr. Templeton states as David pushes the medicine into my veins through my IV.
They’ll both exit the room before I finally speak.
“What do you know so far?” I probe.
