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I’ve never felt number. I can’t process it. My phone starts ringing, but I ignore it. Ivy moves around. She’s talking. Excitement coats her tone. I don’t register a word.
After a deep inhale, I get up from the couch. Ivy jumps me, hugging me tight. “Get off of me.”
My tone scares her, and she backs off immediately. I don’t look at her as I grab my shit. I’m out of Ivy’s home in an instant.
I get into my car, and I drive to the gym.
* * *
“Boss?”
“Hello?”
“He’s not responding.”
“Jordan? What’s wrong?” My sister’s voice caps all the other noises. The numbness fades, and I take deep and frantic breaths. I’m a sweaty mess, and my throat is dry. I can’t feel my legs, and my brain buzzes. “Hey, come on. Speak to me.”
I gaze at my sister, and I can’t utter a word.
Her teal eyes are damp with worry. Her hair’s a mess, and her robe outfit makes me think she jumped out of bed.
“Guys, please, leave us alone,” my sister demands. There are five of my soldiers surrounding the scene. There’s worry in the room, but I can’t bring myself to care.
“We should take him to the hospital. He doesn’t look well,” Måns suggests. His tone is sterner than I’m used to from him. The other soldiers, or employees, agree with him. Their nods make me dizzy.
I clear my throat. “Get out.”
My sister’s eyes widen, and I shake my head at her, unable to bring out more words past my lips.
“Måns, can you get me a car, please? Make sure it’s fully fueled,” Felicita demands. Måns doesn’t look happy at my sister’s requests. What has transpired? Måns doesn’t glare at people above his paygrade.
I don’t have much time to contemplate. My men leave, and my sister starts bombarding me with questions. I can’t give her the answers she wants because I’m not listening. All the words she throws at me overwhelm me.
“Jordan, please. Talk to me!” she urges me. “What do you need? I’m worried. I’ll take you to the hospital if you don’t speak up!”
Needy doe eyes haunt me, and I force myself to cough out a response. “I’m fine.”
“You’re not!” she cries out. “We’ve all been worried sick. We haven’t been able to reach you for hours! We thought something happened to you. Where were you during the game?”
“Nowhere,” I lie.
“Is something wrong? Is somebody threatening you?” she asks, and I attempt to laugh at her ridiculous suggestion. I cough instead, exhausting myself.
“You couldn’t handle it if I were being threatened. Stop this shit,” I say to her. Gradually, it all comes back to me. Nausea overcomes me, and I need to take a piss, too. Fuck, what did I do? I rub my forehead, and I still smell Ivy on my fingers.
While I compose myself, my sister moves away from me. She’s keeping it together, but she’s still in shock.
“What is all of this?” she asks, gesturing around us.
We’re in the gym of the new training facilities for my men. They haven’t been officially opened yet, and after what I did, it’ll take a month until they are ready for my soldiers. I’m unharmed, but the gym is devastated.
I don’t remember the exact details. I must have blacked out. The last thing I remember is Ivy in her home, scared and distant.
“Alex called. He couldn’t reach you on your phone,” Felicita explains. I don’t know where my phone is. “He won. They’re coming home.”
“What?”
“He won.”
