Page 106 of Players and Pages
Movement at the door drew our attention. Griff’s parents were coming in, Cy’s family behind them. Or part of his huge family. Just his mom and his six dads coming in. They all looked worried.
It wasn’t lost on me that Dani and I both didn’t have our own families here.
That was okay, the love in this room was strong. Griff’s mom wheeled herself right to my bedside, holding me tight and promising everything would be alright. My chest ached for a different reason now, clinging to her hug like it might keep me sane.
She didn’t protest, she just continued to mother me like she always had.
“Sorry,” I muttered when I had it together enough to let go. She just let out a small watery laugh of her own.
“No, sweetheart. I’m sorry we haven’t been around, but that’s going to change,” she vowed. I took her in. She was stronger now. Her hair was done, her face lacking the dark circles her car accident had brought on. It had shattered a few bones and landed her in that chair. Right now it didn’t look like the prison it once did.
“It sounds like you guys need us out there,” Pop confirmed. He was the hardass out of Griff’s two dads and I couldn’t deny itwould be nice to have someone else around to help look out for our girl.
“We do,” I agreed. “Tell me they have Henry behind bars?”
“They’re searching for him,” Pop promised. “Just a matter of time.”
That had to be enough for now.
“There are two officers outside your room just in case,” his other dad tacked on from Griff’s side. “You guys are safe here.”
“My turn, my turn,” Cy’s mom said. She was outgoing and exuberant usually, now she was subdued. Face puffy from tears as she crushed me in a hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”
“Tell me they’re going to be,” I begged as I hugged her back.
“Sounds like they’re both fighters,” she promised, a sniffle telling me she was crying again.
“They are,” Griff answered for me. “Dani’s vitals are stronger now and Cy’s sedation will wear off soon. They said his lungs are clearing up, too.”
“Those steroids and antibiotics are really helping,” Allen, one of Cy’s alpha dads, agreed. He was the most like Cy, not just in looks, but personality, too.
“Good,” I said, relieved to hear it from more than one person.
They were going to be alright.
We all were.
Recovery was a bitch. I’d had more doctor’s appointments and rest in the last several weeks than I had in my entire life.
Henry and his sister’s trials were swift. The evidence was airtight and the list of charges long. Arson, four counts of attempted murder, and vandalism among them.
We were finally free.
I just hated that we nearly lost our lives before they managed to pin something on the asshole.
And all this over jealousy. The lawyers were afraid they’d make a plea for insanity, but, apparently, they were too proud to try for that.
As long as it kept them far from me and my family, that was fine with me.
The guys were due back to practice soon. They’d had to sit out weeks of games which meant the team didn’t make it to any sort of championship, but that was alright.
We were alive.
My cabin was a lost cause, and we were rebuilding a bigger packhouse in its place. One that could fit us all and then some.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t ready yet. Thankfully, Taryn had lent us their lakehouse until it was done.
They’d not only saved our lives, but gave us a place to come home to. We were more than just best friends now, she and Bea were sisters.
