Jason hurried down to the ER and saw Lulu pacing in the waiting area. “Lulu!” he said as he went over to her.
“Jason! Thank God! These men just came out of nowhere and attacked us,” she said in a rush of breath.
“Were you hurt?” Jason asked, even as he looked her over quickly. He didn’t see an external injuries.
Lulu shook her head. “No, I’m fine,” she insisted. “But they beat up Diego pretty badly.”
“You’re exaggerating Lulu,” Diego said as he joined them, wincing slightly as he walked. When Jason turned, Diego held up his hand. “Just a cracked rib and some bruising,” he said. “I’ll be fine.”
Jason nodded. “Where did this happen?” he asked as they started walking. He led Diego and Lulu toward the elevators.
“In the park,” Diego said. “We were heading back to where I parked the car. I think they were waiting for us.”
As soon as they stepped into the elevator, Jason turned to face them. “There’s something you need to know.”
Lulu’s eyes widened. “Wait a minute. When I called you, you said you were already here. Did something happen? Is it Skye?”
Jason hated to do this. All they had was a video that might not be authentic and a dead pilot. “Skye is here,” he said. “This afternoon a video was sent to Spinelli through email. It showed Lorenzo’s plane crashing.”
Diego’s mouth dropped. “Are you saying my father is dead?” he asked.
Lulu gasped and moved closer to Diego.
“No . . . at least, we don’t know yet for sure. Spinelli is tracking down whether or not the video is authentic. But there is one other thing . . . the pilot was found dead in a storage closet at the hanger. Someone high-jacked the plane.”
Diego took a moment to digest what he just heard. “And I take it Skye knows this,” he said slowly.
Jason nodded. “I didn’t want her to know,” he admitted. “She overheard me and Sam talking. After yelling at me for a minute or so, she passed out. I brought her here. Sam is with her, as well as four guards.”
“I want to help find out what’s going on. Don’t shut me out of this Jason,” Diego said with a hard edge to his voice.
“I’m not,” Jason said. “I need your help with this one.”
Throwing back the covers, Skye swung her feet to the floor, her eyes scanning the room for her clothes. She needed to find out what was going on with Lorenzo. There was no way she was going to accept he was dead.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Skye stopped and looked at the door. “I need to know what’s going on with Lorenzo, Sam. I can’t sit here not knowing.”
Sam shook her head as she made Skye get back in bed. “Dr. Lee is on her way to check on you and the baby. Jason and whole team of men are looking into what’s going on. You need to focus on you and your son.”
Skye relented and settled back against the pillows. “What am I going to do if he is dead? How will I be able to do this Sam? We’re supposed to be raising our son together. This is supposed to be Lorenzo’s second chance to be there right from the beginning. It’s not fair!”
“I agree,” Sam said, sitting beside Skye. “But I’m going to be honest with you. Skye, Lorenzo and I have always been close . . . and I don’t think he’s dead . . . I’m not sure I can explain it, but I feel he’s not gone. And I think Jason feels the same way, he’s going to find out what’s happened.”
Relief flooded through her. Knowing she wasn’t the only one who thought this. “Can you do me a favor . . . I need to be kept informed at all times. I can handle it Sam, what I can’t handle is the not knowing. Can you promise me that?”
Sam nodded. “That I can promise.”
He tried to reach a sense of consciousness. Something wasn’t right. He couldn’t stay in the darkness – it made him vulnerable and being vulnerable was not an option.
He needed to fight through the darkness; he needed to figure out where he was and what the situation was. Only then could he defend himself.
The darkness was taking over again. He was tired. If he let it take him for now, he could rest and then fight some more.
“Has he woken up yet?” Manny asked the guard.
“No, sir. I just checked on him – there are no signs of consciousness yet.”
Manny nodded. “He’ll wake soon,” he said. “Make sure to keep an eye on his. He’s resourceful; he’ll try to find a way out. Keep him contained. And call me the minute he wakes up.”
Manny turned and headed back down the hall, a slow, lethal smile spreading over his face. He was winning this time. He was ahead of the game and he was going to stay there.
Pulling his phone from his pocket, he flipped it open. “Antonio, start making the preparations. As soon as he wakes I want to start.”
Snapping the phone shut, Manny headed to the main floor of the house. He was going to enjoy this.
“How is Skye?” Jason asked Sam. He had sent Diego and Lulu back to the house – under guard – to get cleaned up.
“Dr. Lee just went in there. But I was able to convince her that she needs to focus on the baby and let us worry about Lorenzo.”
Jason nodded in agreement. “I should be getting a report soon.”
“But you don’t think he’s dead, do you?” This was the first time she was voicing this thinking to Jason.
Jason took Sam’s hands in his and pulled her down into a chair with him. “I don’t think Lorenzo’s dead . . . I’m not sure why . . . but I don’t believe it. This was planned and staged.”
Sam’s eyes widened as she realized where Jason was going with this. “No, Jason. You can’t go after Manny. It would be suicide!”
“If I’m right and it was staged, Manny has to be the one behind it.”
“I get that Jason, because I think the same thing. But what I’m saying is that you can’t bust in there without proof. You would be walking into a trap. Lorenzo apparently walked into one with this South American business. I’m sure there were no problems to begin with. He was lured away. You can’t fall into the same thing.”
When she stopped to take a breath, Jason leaned in and kissed her.
“What was that for?” a perplexed Sam asked.
“For keeping me grounded on this,” Jason said. “Having you through this will make it a little easier.”
Moving into his arms, Sam rested her head on his strong chest. “We’re in this together,” she whispered.
Jason liked the sound of that.
“Alright,” Dr. Lee said. “With the exception of the spiking blood pressure, everything else seems okay. But I’m still going to do an ultrasound.”
Skye nodded, feeling relieved. Someone – and she was sure she knew who – set this all in motion, and she wasn’t going to let them win by putting her son in danger by getting upset.
As Dr. Lee prepared the machine, Skye stopped her a moment. “If Sam is still outside, can you bring her in?”
“Sure,” Dr. Lee smiled. She went to the door and called Sam. “Skye would like you to be there for the sonogram.”
When Sam came in, Skye breathed a little easier. She needed someone there with her.
Sam took Skye’s hand in hers. “It’s going to be okay,” she whispered.
Skye squeezed her hand and turned her attention to the monitor.
Dr. Lee moved the wand over Skye’s belly, pausing here and there with a furrowed brow.
“Is something wrong?” Skye asked, panic lacing her voice.
Dr. Lee took another moment before answering. “I’m not sure how I missed this before . . . but it has happened before . . .” she trailed off a moment.
“What?” Skye asked more insistently. “What did you miss?”
Dr. Lee smiled. “I missed your little girl,” she said.
“What? But I thought you said it was a boy.” Skye was confused.
“It is a boy . . . and a girl . . . you’re having twins Skye – fraternal twins.”
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