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Liam allowed Michael to pass, yet didn’t go far, remaining at her side. “Go on.”
Grabbing one of the chairs, Michael dragged it over to sit. “This isn’t your decision to make, but you’ll have to swear you’ll never stop trying to convince Simone Howard to do it.”
Jamison reached for Liam’s hand, needing the grounding touch of his skin against hers. “Convince her to do what?”
“Convince her to bury me with Cecilia.”
Chapter 38
Squished between Emily and Claudia on a thin mattress, Jamison kept her back pressed to the wall. Michael had re-cuffed her and Liam to transfer rooms, not wanting anyone to catch on. It worked since he was apparently supposed to move her, anyway. According to Michael, Taylor's plan was for all the Fairweather women to be confined to one room while the men came in one after another to take turns using them however they wanted.
Jamison fiddled with the cuffs, her skin irritated under the metal. “I’ll explain everything once we’re out of here.”
“I don’t trust him,” Claudia whispered. Her long, matted hair partially obstructed her face and muffled her voice to the point that Jamison had to lean close to hear her speak. “If we were really leaving, Madi would be here.”
“Grabbing her now would raise suspicion,” Emily reasoned, pulling her knees tight to her chest. “And you know I don’t have faith in anyone, but I have to believe this will work. If I don’t, I’ll go insane.”
Emily wasn’t a weak woman. She was a problem solver, never wavering when there was an impossible task to be done. Where Claudia was all fire, her sister was the complete opposite. An Ice Queen right down to the bone. Both were notorious for their resting bitch faces and destroying anyone who got in their way without a second thought.
But to see them now, beaten and afraid in the light of day, had Jamison second-guessing this entire thing. Was she insane for trustingMichael? Was this all a trap to make them look like idiots before they were murdered? One last humiliating strike to the Fairweathers?
“We’re getting Madison and getting the hell out of here,” she promised, “or we’ll die trying.”
Neither of her cousins said anything, but then Claudia scrambled to stand. “What can we do to help?”
Working on Liam’s cuffs, Michael jerked his chin at Damon. “You and Emily come over here and help me with Damon. We should see some improvement by now. Has he come to at all yet?”
“Yes.” Damon’s bloodshot eyes opened. “Not long. In. Out.”
Liam leaned over Damon to speak. “Hey, man.”
“Holy fuck. You’re here.” Damon blinked rapidly, losing the ability to keep his eyes focused. “What’s happening?”
“We’re getting out,” Liam told him. He caught the keys Michael tossed over and freed Damon’s ankles. “Don’t try to stand. You’ve been restrained with your arms above your head for who knows how long, so your blood flow is fucked to hell and—”
The second Liam popped the cuff loose, Damon surged upward, lunging straight for Michael. He made it off the bed, but lost momentum quickly and collapsed into a heap on the floor.
His sisters gasped when Damon tried to rise again, his dark features set with determination. Yet, when he realized he was going under once more, he let out a guttural snarl and passed out.
“Goddammit,” Michael hissed, standing on one side of Damon’s unmoving form while Liam stood on the other. “Fucking Fairweathers.”
“We’ll have to carry him.” Liam stared down at Damon with Michael, the two men gauging their task. “The only question is, you or me?”
“You,” Michael said flatly. “If things go sideways, I’ll give better cover. Hopefully, that scratch Bruce gave you won’t reopen and bleed everywhere.”
Liam nodded. “Speaking of which, give me a gun.”
Michael pulled a Glock from his waistband and handed it to Liam. “Don’t shoot me.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
A soft ping echoed from Michael’s phone. “Shit. That’s the alert letting me knowTaylor and Parker are back.”
Emmett knocked on the door. He was in the hall when they arrived, never leaving his post. Keeping with appearances, Michael had called him a good soldier, saying Emmett was a far superior partner for Emily than any of the others.
“Is everything okay in there?” Emmett asked through the closed door.
“We’re good,” Michael replied, loud enough for Emmett to hear. “The girls are just feisty today.”
