Into the Mist (Falcon Mercenary Group #1)(72)

“You better hope she does because if she dies, your life isn’t going to be worth a damn thing.”

“You’re right about that,” Eli said quietly. “If she dies, my life won’t be worth a damn thing.”

Mad Dog’s eyes flickered, and his expression eased slightly.

“Why did you come for us?” Eli asked. “Why bother? It’s obvious you’d prefer I wasn’t breathing.”

Jonah stared coldly at him. “Because Ty would have come after you by herself. She was willing to quit Falcon for you. Tell me, Chance, are you worth it? Did she choose wrong?”

Eli let out a long, pent-up breath. Tyana had been willing to give up her team for him? He shook his head to clear the cobwebs.

Then he stared back at Jonah and hardened his gaze. “If you think I’m going to spill my guts to you, f**k off.”

Jonah pressed in close, their noses just an inch apart. “If you think I’m going to hand over my sister to you, you f**k off. She stays with Falcon. With her family. If you want any part of her then you’ll have to come on her terms.”

Eli didn’t back down. “What the f**k is this, a job offer?”

Jonah relaxed the tiniest bit. “Falcon could use you. Your men need Marcus. We aren’t going to let Ty go. So you figure it out.”

“Your human relations skills suck ass.”

Mad Dog broke into laughter again. “Yeah, well get used to it. It doesn’t improve. Trust me.”

Eli slid his gaze over to Mad Dog.

“She was ours first,” Mad Dog said softly. “We look out for her. Always. If you have an interest in being part of her life you need to know that. It’s a package deal. We aren’t going away.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eli muttered. “Do we at least get our own bedroom?”

Jonah scowled again. “It wouldn’t be a good time to remind me of just how close you got to Ty. Now do we have an understanding?”

Eli nodded. And hell, what else could he do? His team had gone to shit. Gabe was dead and now they had his sister to contend with. He needed Falcon, as much as it pissed him off to admit. But more than that, he needed Tyana. If having her with him meant putting up with her surly-ass legion of brothers, then oh well.

Chapter Thirty

Tyana opened her eyes and stared up at a pristine white ceiling. Her entire body felt stiff, and she quickly discovered that moving wasn’t much of an option. Panic set in. The last thing she remembered was being hauled down to a lower level by Esteban’s henchmen. Had she survived only to be held prisoner?

“Hey, there she is.”

Relief, sweet and cooling, washed over her as she heard Mad Dog’s voice. His face came into view along with Jonah’s. A warm hand closed over hers, and she slowly managed to move her head enough so that she could see Damiano sitting next to her.

She was in a hospital. Alive. And there was a reason moving was so difficult. She glanced down to see her left arm and shoulder swathed in bandages and her left leg encased in stiff plaster.

“What the hell did they do to me?” she grumbled.

Relief sparked in Jonah’s dark eyes. Amusement lit Mad Dog’s. Then she saw him. Eli. Standing in the background.

Their gazes locked as she looked hungrily at him. He was alive. He was safe. She went weak with the knowledge.

Mad Dog bent over, temporarily obscuring her view of Eli. He kissed her forehead. “You scared the shit out of us, baby girl.”

“The only reason I’m not kicking your ass is because it wouldn’t be a fair fight,” Jonah growled. “You look pitiful in all those bandages.”

She laughed and promptly regretted it as pain wracked through her chest. Mother of God, she hurt. D squeezed her hand, and she turned her gaze to him. “You okay?” she asked softly.

His eyes looked suspiciously wet. Then he shook his head. “Only you would wake up after three days in the hospital and ask if I’m okay.”

Her eyes widened. “Three days? Was it that bad?”

Jonah nodded, his expression grim. “We thought we were going to lose you, Ty.”

“I’m not going anywhere. Too much fun being a pain in your ass.”

He finally cracked a smile. And then he bent and touched her cheek in a gentle gesture. “I love you too, little sister.”

He stood and glanced back at Eli who was still in the background, standing there, hands shoved into his jeans pockets. Jonah directed a quick glance at Mad Dog and Damiano, and they started for the door.

“We’ll be back later to check on you,” Damiano said.

A few seconds later, she and Eli were alone. He walked slowly to the side of her bed and sat down in the chair vacated by D. He reached tentatively over and curled his hand around hers. His fingers trembled against her palm.

“Ian and Braden?” she asked fearfully.

“They’re fine,” he said.

“Gabe?”

Eli looked down and shook his head. “He didn’t make it.”

“I’m sorry.”

His eyes flashed back up to hers. “Don’t be sorry. Gabe was the one who betrayed us. I let you walk into a trap. I let my men walk into a trap. You should have left us, Tyana. You never should have come back for us.”

He broke off and looked to be struggling to compose himself.