Page 91 of Brazen Obsession

“What about the FBI?” Drew taps the table. “They helped with Peter. Maybe we can find something to hand them Alexander.”

I shake my head. “Tom said Alexander is untouchable and I believe him. If what the FBI had on Peter didn’t implicate Alexander, then we don’t have anything that would.”

“Let’s see what we can find with the new information before we make any decisions.” Dante opens his laptop.

I glance toward the stairs. How is Sara’s conversation with her mother going? Does she need us to back her up? No matter what happens with her family, I’m not leaving her ever again.

Drew

I step into the hospital room, and Natasha is curled up on the bed next to Tom on his good side. Tom opens his eyes and sees it’s me.

“I told her to text when she got tired.” I sit in the chair.

He smiles and runs his hand over her hair. “She didn’t want to leave.”

“They need her help back at the house. Some of the numbers aren’t familiar to any of us, and she’s the one those files were intended for.” The last couple hours have been spent digging through what we still have and the files Theo unencrypted from Peter’s computer. When the numbers began to swim on the screen, I knew it was time for me to call it quits.

He sighs. “I just want to get to the rest of this, you know?”

“You mean where we start our lives with the women we love without them and you being in constant danger?” I smirk. “Yeah, I’m ready for that too.”

“I didn’t⁠—‍”

“You don’t need to explain to me. Honest.” I slouch and thread my hands over my stomach. “I would have done the same to protect Sara. But I don’t have friends or a sister that would need the information. I would have disappeared and never come back. Made sure the people I care for had what they needed and spent the rest of my life with Sara on some tropical island.”

“It never would have been that easy.” Tom’s eyes soften when he looks at Natasha.

“For you. No.” I smile. “It wouldn’t have worked for Sara either because she loves her family.”

“I love mine,” Tom insists.

“I know that.” I shrug. “What’s done is done. It’s all in the past. You took a bullet for my woman and I’m thankful it’s you in this bed and not her.”

Tom nods. “Me too. When I thought she’d been shot—‍” He coughs to clear his throat. “She’s my sister. I’ve always protected her and loved her, even when she was an annoying little shit.”

“That doesn’t sound like Sara,” I chastise, but when she’s with Wyatt, I see that side of her. The brat. Stubborn and unwilling to give an inch. But he likes her that way. Prefers it even.

“Does that creepy smile mean you’re thinking of my sister?”

Tom raises an eyebrow at my laugh, but relaxes into the bed when I say, “I’m not going to divulge all my secrets.”

“Thank god. I appreciate a good pot-stirring when it’s happening to other people. That’s why I love Finn so much. But when it’s turned on me… Fuck, it sucks.”

“So you and I find something neutral to talk about when Natasha heads home?” I raise an eyebrow.

“We have to have a common interest in something.” Tom chuckles.

“Besides punching each other.” I grin.

He smiles back. “Yeah, that’s fun, but Sara might get upset. And I’m down an arm.”

“Pity. I could tie my arms behind my back to give you a fighting chance.”

The door opens and the guard I brought with me to make sure Natasha got home safe steps inside.

“We’re ready,” he says.

Natasha wakes a little groggily and sits up. “Hey.”