Free Unmistakable by Gigi Aceves

shaking my head. “I don’t know. That’s what I want to find out. I promise, I’ll let you know.” Her grip on my arm eases, then I help her out of the car.
    I walk toward Damien and copy his stance, legs apart and arms over his chest.
    “What’s up?” I ask, cutting to the chase.
    He runs his fingers through his hair. “According to Jack, the FBI will stage a raid tonight because of the new intel the stupid asshole gave the cops.”
    I shrug my shoulders. “That’s good news, right? What’s got you as stressed out as a fucking rubber band?”
    “The problem is, according to the perp, John’s been tortured. I don’t feel any remorse toward him; but I know, somehow, Roxy won’t have the same reaction when she finds out what happened to him. Question is…do we tell her?” LT looks at me for guidance.
    For once, LT is asking me what I think. My first thought is to tell Roxy, no question, but then a part of me, the over-protective part of me, asks can she handle yet another blow? I know she says she hates her dad, but I can never be sure how she’d handle this.
    “Is the intel verified? I’m sure, Jack asked for proof of life, right? I say, we tell her once we’ve confirmed. She’s a grown woman; if she’s going to fall apart, well, I’m here. What I’m not going to do is sit and hide shit from her again. Not ever. Question is, do you want me to tell her, or do you want to do the honors. It really doesn’t matter, because I’ll be sitting next to her when she finds out.”
    With a resigned sigh, LT says, “Alright, let me make a phone call, and we’ll tell her as soon as we’re settled in the new house.”
    I nod in agreement ending our talk. I know as soon as she gets the opportunity, Roxy’s going to ask what we talked about. She certainly didn’t disappoint.
    “So, what did he tell you?” Roxy asks. Her eyes are boring into mine.
    I look at her sternly. “It’s about John, okay? He may have been taken, but I…” shrugging my shoulders “…don’t know if it’s true or not. Let’s, wait until LT verifies it, okay? No more secrets, love. I promise.” She doesn’t break eye contact until she’s satisfied with what she sees in my eyes.
    What worries me is her deadpan reaction when I told her about John. I would have accepted any emotion, but none at all, is a red flag. It’s something I need to discuss with LT. After our lunch stop, the next three and a half hours fly by quickly. Before we know it, Jake’s standing next to his brand spanking new Tahoe next to Trish.
    Roxy is the first one to jump out of the car, running toward Trish. There goes my heart beating at full speed, because she just steps out of the car without me giving her the go ahead. This girl will be the death of me!
    “OMG! Mama Igloo!” Roxy pulls away from Trish to look at her baby bump. She starts talking to Trish’s stomach. “Hello, my dickens. Have you guys been giving Momma a hard time? Next time you see daddy’s dick, kick the shit out of it.”
    “Roxy, if you must know, my dick is safe with my dickens, smart ass!” Jake says, giving Roxy a wet willy making her scream so loud.
    “Roxy, how I’ve missed your smart mouth!” Trish says, shaking her head as Jake hovers over her like a fucking mother hen.
    “Trish, you’ve popped out a lot!” Tami shrieks as she holds onto Trish’s round belly, nudging Roxy out of her way.
    “I know. I’m super excited!”
    “Can we all move this get together into the living room? I want Trish to sit down and put her legs up. Come on, babe,” Jake says, as he leads Trish inside the house.
    Roxy groans, “Oh, how are we going to survive nine months of this?”
    “Let’s pray she’ll last close to nine months. Carrying multiples to full term is hard. She looks very good, though. I have to call Betsy and give her an update,” Summer says.
    I didn’t miss the worry in Summer’s voice, and neither did LT. Even though we have a plan in place for Trish’s