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The car with Fox, Evie, and Jericho came into view, where just seconds before, Christian and his brother were. Fox had fucking hit him and forced him off the road.
“Oh my god,” Monroe said. A sigh escaped her. “Should we… should we stop. Or maybe call someone?”
“No,” my sister and I both said in unison.
The lightheadedness that I had tried to stave off came back in with revenge. My vision began to blur, and Sarah’s voice startedto come in and out through the haze. I shook my head, trying to clear my eyesight. But the edges started to blacken and narrow into a tunnel.
“Lucas?” Sarah sounded far away. “Lucas, stay awake.”
Chapter Forty-Four
Monroe
We barely made it to the hospital in time. The bullet had nicked an artery and Lucas lost almost forty percent of his blood. It took Fox, Jericho, and Evan to carry him into the emergency room, where staff bombarded us and took him back behind closed doors.
The entire time my husband was in surgery, we waited. And waited. And waited.
Lucas was right about the police asking questions. They came in while he was still out and badgered all of us. We decided beforehand that we would claim a stranger shot my husband and ran off.
Sarah kept blaming herself for Lucas’s near-death experience, and every time, I reassured her that it wasn’t her fault.
Lucas needed to be monitored for a few days, and I refused to leave his side. So, I slept on the couch in his room, ignoring his protests to get a hotel room to be more comfortable.
Months had passed since then, and summer was in full effect.
I registered for the upcoming fall session to get back into nursing school. Lucas was adamant that if it was what I wanted, he was all for it. In the meantime, I would start looking for a parttime job so I didn’t feel so useless. Lucas told me it wasn’t necessary, but boredom was a heck of a thing when you’re used to bouncing around from job to job.
No one had heard from Frankie after the night he showed up in my room. Although, Raf texted me, letting me know he heard through the grapevine that Frankie was behind bars for attempted robbery. He was awaiting trial.
“Honey, I’m home,” I hollered as I stepped through the door.
No reply. I started toward the kitchen to put a few things away, only to be stopped dead in my tracks when I heard the sound of a piano. My brows bunched together, and I set my bag on the floor to follow the music. With quick steps, I rushed across the main floor to the library, stopping just at the ajar door.
I peered inside. Lucas sat at his piano, shirtless and brilliantly moving his fingers over the keys. His tattooed arms flexed as he moved, and I bit my bottom lip.
Could he get any sexier?
Shoving the door open, I slowly trekked toward my husband and came around so he could see me. He didn’t stop playing, only gave me a panty dropper smile, his piercing eyes alight with mischief and happiness.
He played on for a few minutes, ending with a bang.
“Bravo! That was incredible.”
“I’m out of practice,” Lucas said as he stood and pulled me against him. His lips pressed against my racing heartbeat in my throat.
“Yeah, right.” I rolled my eyes and wrapped my arms around my husband’s lean waist. “Surprised you weren’t playing any of your favorite heavy metal bands.”
“I know a few.” He shrugged, his grin widening.
My hands explored the plains of his muscled back, then to his arm, where a piece of plastic caught on my finger.
“What’s this?” I examined the fresh ink on the skin of his bicep and laughter bubbled up from me. Honest to God hysterical laughter. “An alien?” I managed to choke out between breaths.
A black and white realistic version of an alien from the shoulders up. High cheekbones, slits for the nostrils, over-sized eyes… the whole deal.
“Do you like it?” His cerulean eyes gazed at me with amusement.
“I freaking love it.”
