Page 60 of Point Proven
A broken cry billowed, and I nodded against him. “Me too. Always.”
Hot breath brushing over my skin, he mirrored the word I’d offered, the word that’d becomeours.“Always.”
Opening my mouth to respond, I heard the door crack into the wall, two male voices mingling.
“Look. Not my fault, the vending machine got stuck onyourdollar.” Simon munched on a bag of Doritos, dangling it in front of averypissed Matt.
“You fucking jammed it!”
“Jammed it? How the fuck would I control it? And who thefuckpicks Almond Joys? Machine probably rejected your terrible?—”
Clearing my throat, I settled on the edge of the cot. “If you want to act like pussies, get the fuck out, or be respectful.”
Both males turned, and at the sight of Thorne, Simon dropped his prize, chips scattering across the floor. “Holy shit,” he breathed, an illuminated smile gracing his features.
Matt covered his mouth with his palm, a mixture between a laugh and a cry tumbling. “F-Fuck man…”
“Well, good morning to you both.” Thorne pushed himself back even further until he was practically sitting upright. “I believe… we have a mission to carry out.”
“We sure do,” Matt answered, swiping over his eyes with the back of his hand. “But you’ll stay here. Rest.”
Simon nodded. “We’ve got it covered, buddy.”
“Absolutely not.” Thorne’s snarl reverberated along the walls of the small room. “Get me the nurse. I’m making them discharge me.”
“Discharge?” I blurted, snapping my attention to him. “Baby, you need rest!”
Simon shut the door with a light kick. “You’re not okay, dude. We can do this, I promise.”
Moving his gaze from me to Simon, Thorne’s tone sharpened. “That wasn’t an ask, it was a command. Get me afuckingnurse.”
“Are… Are you sure?” I asked.
Before Thorne could respond, Simon and Matt’s gazes locked onto me as if I were insane. “Seriously?” They said in unison, eyes widening.
“Does he need rest? Yes. But do youreallythink you’ll win this battle? If he wants to go, then I’ll back him up.”
With his gaze trained on them, Thorne lifted a hand and gestured toward the door. “One of you. A nurse. Or so help me, I’ll fucking do it myself.”
Begrudgingly, Simon curled his hand around the handle, a slew of curses leaving him before he exited. Matt slowly made his way to the chair and plopped down.
“Aneurysm. You’ll give me a fucking aneurysm.”
“Then have an aneurysm,” Thorne grumbled. “I am not staying in this fucking bed while the lot of you step into that compound.”
Matt glared at him from beneath his brows. “I mean, I can’t stop you, but that doesn’t mean I’m happy about it.”
Running my fingers over his arm, I sighed. “You just have to be stubborn, don’t you?”
“I’m not being stubborn; I’m adhering to a promise. I swore to Liam that he would never land back in that hellhole, and Ifailedto ensure that.” He winced slightly, his throat bobbing before he continued. “I-I refuse to fail him again. Ican’tfail him again…”
Squeezing where I brushed over, I nodded. “I understand. It’s been difficult dealing with it, hasn’t it? I mean… him getting taken after you promised him you’d protect him isn’t an easy pill to swallow, and you’ve done that all alone?—”
“Thorne Graves? You requested me?” A flowery voice murmured, preceded by a veryupsetSimon.
“Your terrible decision in the flesh.”
Passing her a soft smile, Thorne spoke. “I need to be discharged.”
