*
“Kim, are you okay?” I ask, knocking on the bathroom door, when I hear her getting sick.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” she calls back, and I hear the toilet flush and the water turn on. I know exactly what is going on, because I heard the same thing when Bonnie was pregnant with Hope. And everyday I have worked with Kim in the last week, she has gotten sick.
“Kim,” I whisper when she walks out of the bathroom, holding a paper towel to her mouth. Handing her a bottle of water, I wrap my arm around her shoulders. “What’s going on?”
“It’s not what you think,” she says, shaking her head and turning to face me with tears in her eyes.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she says, pulling me into the bathroom and shutting the door behind us, and then she lowers her gaze to the floor, shaking her head.
“What’s going on?” I ask gently after a long moment.
“Two years ago, I started to get sick, and I found out my kidneys were in the beginning stages of shutting down.”
“Kim,” I whisper, grabbing onto her hand.
“That was also when I found out I was adopted and that I have a twin sister. My sister is obviously a match, but every time things get tough, she takes off.”
“Oh, my God,” I whisper, covering my mouth, not understanding how her twin could possibly leave Kim to face this alone, not when she needs her.
“I’m trying to get her to come back here. This is where my doctors are, but if she refuses, I may have to leave and follow her again.”
“I’m going to talk to Jax,” I tell her, knowing Jax will help track her sister down.
“No, I know Sage works with him, and I don’t want him to know what’s going on. I don’t want anyone to know. My parents were approached by my sister a few weeks back, and she told them if they gave her the money she’s asking for, she would come back and help me.”
“She wants money?” I hiss.
“She had a hard life. Her mom—my biological mom—is a mess” she defends.
“I had a hard life, Kim, but family is family. You don’t do that to family.”
“I need her,” she whispers in pain.
“I know she’s your sister, but seriously, she’s a bitch.”
“When I get better, it won’t matter anymore,” she says, and I hope she’s right. I hope her sister steps up before it’s too late.
“I’m here for you, whatever you need, even a kidney,” I tell her honestly, watching her give me a sad smile.
“Just don’t tell anyone. I’m working this out on my own.”
“You don’t have to be alone,” I tell her softly, pulling off a piece of paper towel and handing it to her when tears start falling from her eyes.
“I have my parents,” she whispers before opening the door and leaving me in the bathroom trying to think of a way to tell Jax without actually telling him, but come up with nothing.
Chapter 11
Jax
Watching Ellie as she moans and her head presses back into the pillow I lick, and circle her clit again.
“You’re so goddamn sweet, Ellie. I swear I want to eat you for every meal,” I growl against her core, feeling her tighten around my fingers.
“I…I don’t think that’s very nutritious. Not for every meal, anyways,” she mumbles, and I can tell by her tone she’s serious.
“Baby.” I chuckle, resting my forehead on her lower stomach then look up the length of her body at her beautiful face.
“Why are you laughing?” she asks, and I know she’s still drunk, judging by the glazed look of her eyes.
Climbing up the bed, I roll to my side and place my hand over her *, slipping my fingers into her.
“You’re cute when you’re drunk,” I tell her, nuzzling her ear.