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Jason bounced on the balls of his heels with excitement.
“All right, bud. Let’s go see what they have. I can go for a strong cup of coffee.”
Rhys shut the door behind them, leaving them alone.
“Look, there are some things going on,” Jordan began. She didn’t even know where to start with explaining everything to Omara. She wasn’t going to like the fact that Zain was going to put her on lockdown. That, Jordan would leave to Zain to explain. They didn’t want to take any chances on Bravon putting his sights on Omara or Jason.
“Obviously.” Omara snorted.
“I don’t want to go into details right now.” Jordan reached up and tucked loose strands of hair behind her ear. She winced from lifting her arm. The muscles around her ribs were sore andtight. She exhaled slowly and repositioned herself. “But all I am going to say is that I was involved with someone in Atlanta who was a bad guy. When I found out, I helped put him in jail, and now he’s out trying to get revenge.”
Omara’s eyes went wide, fear settling in.
“So this was an attempt on your life? They were purposely trying to kill you?” Omara shrieked. She stood from her chair and paced the room.
If their conversation wasn’t serious, Jordan would joke about the way she was waddling around. Omara turned back to her and made her way to the side of the bed. She lowered herself to the edge and took Jordan’s hand.
“I can’t lose you, sis,” Omara hiccuped. Big fat tears slid down her face.
Jordan’s eyes became scratchy as she stared into Omara’s. They had been close their entire lives, and Jordan had only ever known true fear when Jason had been abducted by his father. Living with the fear that Bravon would take members of her family out for what she had done terrified her. Jordan’s eyes blurred. She blinked, and the first tear fell.
Jordan reached for her. She wrapped her arms around Omara as best as she could. Omara squeezed her tight, almost cutting off her air supply, but Jordan welcomed it.
“You are not going to lose me,” Jordan whispered. She closed her eyes and breathed in her light perfume. It was the same one she’d worn for years. Jordan would recognize it anywhere. “I promise you won’t. Me and the guys will deal with it.”
Omara sat back and wiped her face with her hands. She sniffed and stared down at her hands that now rested on her thighs. Jordan used the front of her gown to dry her face.
“You’ve always been there for me, Jordan. You fought my battles. You are a true example of what it is to be a strongwoman. I’ve always looked up to you and been envious of your strength.” She reached out and took Jordan’s hand.
Jordan squeezed Omara’s. There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for her.
“That was my job as your older sister.” Jordan smiled. She tried to joke to lighten the tension.
Omara didn’t crack a smile. She stared at Jordan for a few seconds, before a small smile ghosted her lips.
“I’m glad you have Zain and the guys to help you. It means the world to me that you have someone who can help fight your battles,” Omara said softly.
“You’re damn right she does.”
Jordan’s gaze flew to the door. Zain leaned against the doorjamb. He combed his fingers through his hair. He was dressed in a t-shirt, jeans, and boots. He had eyes for Omara only. Omara attempted to push off the bed. Zain flew across the small room and arrived at her side. He was gentle with her, and it was evident he was in love with her. His eyes gave it all away.
“I could have done it,” Omara muttered.
She stood to her full height, but it wasn’t missed by Jordan how Omara leaned into Zain anyway. He wrapped an arm around her waist and held her close.
“Sure you could have,” he replied. He stared over at Jordan who had to hold back a smirk. He glanced around. “Where is Jason?”
“He’s with Rhys. We needed to have a sister-to-sister talk,” Omara said.
Zain nodded then kissed the top of Omara’s head.
Omara turned her attention to Jordan. “Have you been staying with Rhys?’
“I have. I just can’t go back to my house right now. I feel so violated that someone ransacked my room. They went through my things, you know. Put their dirty hands on my undies andshit that were in my dresser,” Jordan said. She grimaced just thinking about whatever henchmen Bravon had sent to her house going through her personals.
“We are going to come up with a plan. This will all be over with soon,” Zain said.
Jordan was confident it would be. Once she was out of the hospital, they would figure out what to do.
