Free Revenge (Phoenix Undercover Book 3) by C.A. Harms

had even gone as far as having an alarm system installed that took a special series of numbers in order to deactivate.
    It all made him feel better, but me—it just made the reality of the situation that much more tangible.
    All the neighbors outside my parents’ were questioned and interviewed. Josh and Gray had gone door to door asking if anyone had seen anyone who may have left the message on the Lincoln Josh drove.
    But there was nothing that could lead them to the culprit.
    For Leo to do it himself would have been a risk we all knew he wouldn’t take, which meant it truly could have been just about anyone.
    And that thought alone was terrifying.
    There was no way to know who Leo had reached.
    No way to know who I could trust.
    And no way to know when that person would strike again, or the extent they would go to appease Leo.
     
    ***
     
    I woke from a nightmare to a darkened room. A sharp, stabbing pain shot through my stomach and around to my back as I gripped my stomach, squeezing my eyes together tightly.
    “Josh,” I said through gritted teeth, fighting through the pain.
    But there was no answer.
    Immediately I felt the bed beside me as yet another pain ripped through my abdomen. It was empty.
    “Josh,” I hollered out, louder this time.
    “Oh fuck,” I gasped as a rush of liquid seeped into my pajama pants and ran down to the mattress below.
    Just then the bedroom door came open and a stream of light from the hall lit the room.
    A look of panic covered Josh’s face as he searched the room before settling his gaze on me.
    I watched as he took in my position, hunched forward, holding my stomach.
    “My water broke,” I whispered as my stomach tensed once again. “I’m having contractions,” I continued as he moved closer, a look of confusion on his face.
    “But it’s not time,” he replied.
    “I’m pretty sure your son doesn’t give a shit if we’re ready. It would appear he is.” I began moving off the edge of the bed, and Josh’s eyes widened.
    Reality sunk in and he quickly reached out and helped me from the bed.
    Just then Brook appeared in the doorway, looking as if she had just gone through a wind tunnel. Her hair was everywhere and her t-shirt hung halfway off her right shoulder. Oh…and it was on backward.
    When Grayson stepped up behind her wearing only a pair of loose shorts, I could imagine what my screaming in agony had interrupted.
    The two of them were like god-damn horny ass rabbits going at it every chance they got.
    The next fifteen minutes was like a whirlwind of crazy as they all three sprung into action.
    I could only imagine what the four of us looked like as Grayson and Josh attempted to carry me around from room to hallway. Hallway to elevator. And finally from the elevator to the lobby where Russel, the night watchman, watched in amusement.
    Brook trailed behind, holding my bag close as she barked orders to both men.
    If I wasn’t in pain and feeling extreme pressure between my thighs, I may have laughed at her bossiness.
    Once I was placed in the waiting car that somehow Josh and Grayson had arranged, I looked in the front seat to find Trevor smiling wide. “You ready to have a baby?” he asked.
    I could only nod as Grayson jumped in on my left, Josh on my right, and Brooklynn piled in the front seat.
    It was absolutely absurd. I was like the god-damn coming attraction and they all had front-row seats.
    The ride to the hospital was filled with each one of them directing Trevor on the best, fastest route. Poor guy.
    But the greatest part about it was that he remained calm and took it upon himself to choose his own route, yet never stopped the three maniacs from telling him to turn left when he chose right.
    If I wasn’t trying to hold back from screaming, I might have laughed at the entire display.
    Once we arrived, Josh jumped from the vehicle before it even came to a complete stop and began yelling at the paramedics walking out of the doors toward their waiting