Page 99 of Hush 3: Hidden Family

“What is it?” I ask.

“Sim has been struggling. The timing just sucks. We’ll be ready.”

“Uri, Michael, my friends. We have arrived. You have drink for me, da?” Misha croons as he enters my office.

I lift a brow as my gaze lands on Sammy, who walks in with him. Sammy is wearing a holster with two guns. However, he seems more focused than ever.

“Does Sam know about this?” I ask, pointing to the boy.

“He knows I plan to help. Michael, your wife, she is like Sammy, da?”

“She is on the spectrum, but not everyone is the same. Sim was verbal when she came to us. We had to learn what worked for her, what things were best.”

“LaSalle’s boy likes pressure. Guns have stopped the tantrums and squirming. He talks. We have conversation in car on way here.

“We can help, my friends. Where is wife. She help too,” Misha says as he goes to flop in the other seat across from my desk.

As if on cue, Sim enters the office. I notice she has her vest with the blades on. I look to Michael and give him a look.

“The piano wasn’t helping today. I decided to train instead. Gino said Misha and the child have arrived,” Sim says.

She squats as Sammy stops walking in circles and moves to stand in front of her. Sim places a hand on the top of his head. I swear it seems like they both settle before my eyes.

“These pistols are too heavy. You have the right idea, but there has to be something better. Have his parents tried a vest like mine?”

“This vest you have on, it helps?” Misha asks.

“Yes, it does.”

“I will buy. He has small hands. Find small blades, maybe metal stars to throw.”

“He doesn’t need the weapons. I have a vest without them. I just like to throw blades and adapted my vest to accommodate the skill.”

“He is old enough to learn skill. I show him how load gun clip for guns too.”

I groan and shake my head. I’ll have to check in with LaSalle on my own. Misha isn’t going to have my family massacred with him.

CHAPTER 48

This One Together

Symphony

I awaken to kisses all over my face. When I open my eyes, sparkling blue ones are looking back at me. I smile at Michael and cup his handsome face.

“Good morning,” I say.

“Good morning and happy anniversary, gorgeous. I have a big day planned for us. It’s time to get up.

“I just need twenty more minutes,” I whine. “Val has been pushing us harder in training. My body hurts. That woman is a tyrant.”

“Training? Training for what?”

I gasp and cover my mouth. See? I need more sleep. Michael pulls the covers back and begins to tickle me. I kick my legs and squeal as I lose my breath.

“What have you guys been up to? You and I don’t have secrets. Talk, my little brat.”

“I am not a brat.”

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