Reign (The Sainthood - Boys of Lowell High #3)(122)

Caz slides his arm around my shoulders. “I’m sorry, queenie.”

Diesel quirks a brow, and I smile. “My status has been elevated now I’m a married woman,” I explain. Diesel rolls his eyes, but it’s in good humor.

“Where is Randall now?” Theo asks.

“In FBI custody although I’m not sure if he’ll remain there,” Howie says. “You wouldn’t believe the politics.”

Galen snorts. “We’d believe just about anything at this point.”

“Is he going down for this?” I ask.

Diesel nods. “Most definitely. The recording from the ballroom and the Leydon evidence are enough to put him away, and as soon as the FBI has a warrant to search his home and office, I expect they’ll find more to charge him with. Plus, we have operatives willing to testify that he had planned to take everyone out tonight.”

“I thought as much,” I admit, yawning. Caz nudges my head toward his shoulder.

“We were prepared for it,” Diesel explains. “We brought Howie into our confidence last night, and we had a separate team lying in wait. As soon as Randall and his men swung their weapons on us, our guys moved into position.”

“He was outnumbered, and we took them down,” Howie confirms.

“It’s why we were late to the party, so to speak.” Diesel grimaces at his bad joke. “We wanted to ensure they were in custody and off the grounds.”

“What will happen to the commissioner?” I ask.

“He’s being taken in for questioning, and he’ll be charged too,” Diesel supplies.

“And what about the girls?” Caz inquires. “What’ll happen to them?”

“They’re being looked after, and they’ll be sent back home in time.” Diesel skims his gaze around the room. “You did good, guys. You’ve done a great thing.”

“What about The Sainthood?” Bry asks, his leg tapping on the ground.

“Most of the members in the ballroom were killed, including all of the current serving board members. The FBI already has warrants to search all of their businesses and properties and permission to seize their assets.”

“If there is anything left of them after this,” Howie adds. “It will be a drastically altered organization.”

“Is Lincoln all right?” I ask, because I’ve been worrying about him too.

Diesel’s face pales. “He’s in surgery in a Greek hospital. Randall’s men left him for dead when they grabbed Giana and brought her back to the US.”

“I’m so sorry.” I grab his hands. “I’ll organize a private jet to take you there. I know the company Dad always used.”

“I’ll make it happen,” Theo says, his fingers already flying across the keyboard.

Diesel gulps. “That would be appreciated. Thanks, Lo.”

A nurse pokes her head through the door, smiling at me. “Mr. Westbrook is in his room now, and he’s asking for you.”

My lips curve in amusement at her faux pas, but I don’t correct her. “Thank you.” I stand. “We’ll be right there.” I lean down, kissing Diesel on the cheek. “Keep me updated on Lincoln, and please send him my regards. I hate that he got caught up in this. If there is anything else I can do, just ask.”

Diesel stands, kissing my cheek. “Stay safe.”

“We’re going to head out.” Bry rises with his brother. “I doubt his lordship wants to see us.”

If it was just Bry, I’d insist he stays, but I’m guessing Bry is leaving because Howie is here. Bry knows, as well as I do, that Saint would not want to see his older uncle. “I’ll text you updates,” I promise, waving them off.

We leave the waiting room together, the four of us going in one direction and the three of them in another.

I open the door to Saint’s private room with my heart thumping loudly in my chest. I know he’s okay, that he’ll make a full recovery, but I’m still anxious as I slip into his room. Lighting is dim, and the blinds are closed. The steady beep, beep of a machine and Saint’s heavy breathing are the only sounds in the room. We tiptoe across the tile floor, careful not to wake our Sleeping Beauty. Saintly may have been asking for us, but he’s sound asleep now, so we take seats around his bed, waiting for him to come around.

Fingers curl around my hand, and I jolt awake, springing up, my gaze darting around the strange room until I get my bearings. Caz is snoring in the chair beside me. Theo is asleep, draped over his tablet at the end of the bed, and Galen’s chair is empty. I’m guessing he’s with Alisha. My gaze drifts to the man in the bed, the guy threading his fingers in mine, and my pulse races when I lock eyes on Saint’s tired, bright blue ones. “You’re awake,” I blurt, stating the obvious.

“It would appear so.” His voice is hoarse, and I grab the cup of ice chips by his bed, tipping a few into his mouth.

“How do you feel?”

“Like I’m ready to get out of here.”

I roll my eyes. “I already know you’re going to be the grumpiest patient ever,” I tease.

“Bite me.” He grins, waggling his brows.

I lean in close, lining my mouth up with his. “I’ll make you a deal,” I whisper over his lips. “Stay here until the doctor discharges you, and I’ll blow you the second we get home.”