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“Maybe, but he is also fucking dangerous,” I say, uncertain. “This all seems such a damn mess with no real resolution. I’ve finished studying the hospital paperwork from transplants completed over the past year, but there’s a lot of missing documentation. I doubt we’ll ever truly know who received which organs and what operations were completely lawful. Most of it could be passed off as incompetence and poor administration. Even the poor woman who died on the table’s documents have gone. The system had a bug, apparently.”
“A bug my arse. Has Samantha heard anything at the hospital?” Hunter asks. “Medical staff love to gossip, especially during their breaks.”
“How would you know?” Connor challenges.
“You see it on those medical drama shows all the time. Staff room antics.”
“They also all sleep with each other. You can’t assume real life from fiction,” I tell him.
He responds with a grin. “Maybe Samantha would get to have some fun with doctors if you two didn’t keep her tied to your beds,” he replies cheekily, and I narrow my eyes as Connor straightens, ready to argue.
Hunter still can’t get over us both dating the same girl. He would be extremely disappointed to learn I haven’t even slept with her yet. However, that will soon change as my cast comes off tomorrow. The idea of finally being able to have her is both exciting and terrifying. A monumental day for her and myself but also the start of the clock ticking down on one of her relationships.
“Sam has switched departments since the doctor left. She’s been removed from her old team and placed in day units. She can continue her training and be home every night. Her degree has been delayed for twelve months until we find a suitable safe placement.” Connor puffs out his chest, proud of what he negotiated with the board of directors. “She’s not allowed to speak to anyone from Floor Four until every staff member has been fully investigated and cleared of any wrongdoing.”
“Not that either of you is controlling,” Damon chimes in with an eye roll. “Where are the other staff?”
“At home on full pay until this is all put to bed.”
“What about the reception guy? Bryan, was it?” Harrison questions.
“Samantha keeps wanting to talk to him. She says he has enough issues at home without losing her friendship. I’ve arranged for his cell to be blocked from contacting her,” I say. “If he’s in as a poor position financially and mentally as Trouble tells us, he would be the ideal sidekick for Dr. Rivera to utilize to push this whole scam through. Desperation makes good people do crazy things.”
“And Sam agreed not to contact him?” Harrison’s tone conveys skepticism.
“She knows what the right thing to do is. We’ve told her not to take risks with her safety.” I look to my brother, who nods in agreement. “Neither of us will stand for her pigheadedness, or her being responsible for her own demise. But Bryan is off-limits until we are satisfied that he isn’t a threat.”
“Fair enough,” Hunter says with a shrug. “But I don’t for one minute believe that little ball of fire will do anything because you two tell her to.” He laughs out loud. “I mean, come on, she’s managed to get you both to agree to share.”
“Fuck off,” Connor snaps. My eyes move to my brother, his expression furious. “It won’t be like this forever. The arrangement stands only until she decides.”
“Decides what?” Hunter shoots back. “Whose dick feels better? Wake up, boys—this woman has you both over a barrel, and you’re letting her run the show. It’s time to man up.”
“She’ll pick,” I say bluntly. “When the time is right.”
“And when is that?” he continues, clearly having the bit between his teeth. “When she’s bored of both and moves onto the next guy? I wouldn’t stand for it.”
“That’s why you’re alone with a wife that hates your guts,” my brother tells him. “Because you’re too frightened to fucking try and possibly get hurt.”
Hunter moves so fast that we barely see it, then his blade sits at Connor’s throat. He leans down so the two men are nose to nose. Damon goes to rise, but Hunter stops him in his tracks with a glance.
“Remember who you work for,” he snarls at my brother. “Always treat the man in charge with respect.”
“I work with you, not for you,” Connor snaps back. “And do what you want to me with that knife of yours. It will be nothing compared to the pain if I lose her.”
“You’re pathetic.” Hunter releases him and steps back.
“No, I’m aware. And I know exactly who I want and what will make me happy. I hope one day you come to that realization, too.”
“Back to the hospital,” Harrison says. His voice is firm, wanting to defuse the tense situation. “I’m not sure that we can right every wrong.”
“If we can bring those at the head of it to justice,” Damon pronounces, “we will have done our job.”
“This isn’t a job.” Hunter opens his arms wide. “This is a calling. Righting wrongs is exactly what we are all meant to be doing. Taking down the bad guys one by one.”
“By breaking the law,” Connor points out, clearly keen to continue to provoke the most dangerous man in London. Hunter waves his comment away. Thankfully, he’s no longer looking for violence.
“Laws were made to be broken. Morals need to stand forever.” He puffs out his chest dramatically and grins. “And we, my friends, always stand up for what is morally right.”