“Watch out there, big guy, with talk like that, you’ll be married before you know it.” Jackson steps in with his smartass Southern drawl.
“Who knows? I could think of worse things, that's for sure.” They all just stare at me like I've lost my mind. That's okay, because I did out there. Jade hasn’t told me why the doctor called her Mrs. Maverick yet. My guess is, she had to with all the red tape that goes along with the privacy acts our country has. But I’m not concerned about that shit. They can call her any damn thing they want as long as it implies she’s mine.
“I listened to them talk and tried to make out as many words as I could. They run guns and drugs. My brother was the lead out there, but he answered to someone. He made phone calls within hearing distance of me, I'm sure thinking I would never make it out of there alive.” Her grip on my fingers tightens as I watch their reactions. Fuck, I don't want to talk about this shit.
“Somehow, he got in with the Mexican Cartel and worked his way up the ranks. I'm thinking they must be trading guns for the transport and protection of Al-Quaren, and when we fucked that up, it fucked up their next row of shipments.”
I begin to recall a specific conversation from one of the lost days out there. “He was getting his ass chewed about it and tried to talk himself out of some deep shit with whomever he works under.”
Shit, that feels like an hour ago, but it’s nearly been a week. I move my arm to adjust my body and am reminded of the soreness. I'm very aware the pain meds are wearing off. Thank fuck they knocked me out when they moved me, because I don't know how I could've coped with it coherent.
“So, we fucked up his little life by kidnapping the piece of shit we captured. I see how this pissed him off. Why does that make me want to fucking smile?” Bullet knows the shit my brother has done in the past. Hell, he was around when it went from bad to worse with Ty and my mom. He was the one who helped protect my sister when I knew that fucking brother of mine would hurt her just to get to me.
“That we did. He told me that himself. He was pushing for the location of Al-Quaren. That's all he cared about.” The tap on the door stops me mid-thought. A hot little nurse walks in, and I feel the tension in the room grow. Shit, these assholes are going to make her life hell for the three minutes she’ll be in here.
“I need to get your vitals and check your chart. It's time for your meds again.” She walks in innocently, and they all part to clear a path for her to reach me before they circle her back in. With the way their eyes are bulging out of their heads, you’d think they’ve gone a year without *.
Jackson will be the first to flirt. That's how he works. Shit, I have never been happier in my life, anticipating what these guys are going to do. I could use a good laugh.
“You going to need him to turn his head and cough? I think you should check everywhere. Make him bend over.” She smiles like she's never been harassed before as Jackson’s deep voice fills the room.
“Not today. I think we’re going to let him rest.” Thank fuck for that. I’m sure my cock has been handled by several women while I was out. Not the one I desperately want to be handling it though. The fucker twitches at the mere thought of Jade’s mouth wrapped around him. This is not the damn time to decide you’re in functioning order, DICK. I have Jackson’s next words spilling out of his arrogant, mouthy ass to thank for pulling my mind away from my own dick.
“Great. You know, I think I need someone to examine me. Maybe play a little nurse and check my heart rate under stress.” He crosses his arms and stands proud. She watches me as she gets near and glances at Jade with a slight grin on her face before she listens to my chest through her stethoscope.
“I can arrange that. Nurse Rocko will be in shortly and has some free space in his wing.” Her brows rise when she speaks, and I can see on her face that she likes him. Well, shit hasn't changed around here. He's not called ‘Action Jackson’ for nothing. Even though I know the real reason why he’s called that, I’ll keep it to the down low, for now. Talk like that would never work for me. Hell, Jade would truly have my ass examined by the guy with the biggest fucking hands in the hospital just to prove a point. The nurse hands me my pills and a cup of water. Against what my mind is telling me, I swallow them down, knowing my body has been through enough. I need to rest and let my body heal.