JACKSON
DAY 3
“ S he’s not eaten a thing, boss. She’s starving.”
I stare at the window, my face blank as Cade speaks.
“Jackson!”
I turn slowly. “I can’t make her eat, Cade.”
“Fuck, what is wrong with you? She’s starving. Do you hear me? She’s fucking starving. She’ll kill that baby.”
“Probably for the best.”
Cade hits me, hard. “Snap the fuck out of it!”
I don’t move.
I don’t even blink.
Blood runs down my mouth, and I feel my own tongue slide out and lick it from my lip. He hit me, and most of the time I’d have him on his ass, but right now, I don’t care. I want to care. Something inside me is tugging to explode, but my mind is blocking me. I don’t want to feel. Feeling ends up in pain, and I’m tired of hurting. The two women in my life that I’ve loved have hurt me. I can’t go back. Can’t do it again.
I’m numb, and each day it just gets worse.
“We need to send her to Hogan’s compound this afternoon...if she doesn’t eat...”
“Send her anyway,” I say, my voice empty.
“Jackson.”
I spin, glaring at him, feeling my fists shake. “Fucking send her, Cade, you’ve been given direct orders.”
He drops his head. “Fuck, fine, whatever you want. If something happens to her, though, it’s on you.”
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