crossfire between Viktor and Jacade."
Watch it, Boothby. Don't say shit to her. I release the bed rail and take a deliberate step toward him, my shoulders high.
"Although, in this business, if you play with the big boys, someone is bound to get hurt, and sometimes it's a beautiful woman who fell in love with the wrong man."
"Oh my god! You asshole! Fuck you!" Helen yells and charges at Gerry. She grabs a metal bedpan from beneath Ivy's bed and bangs it on his head.
Clank ! Clank !
I move in front of Ivy and brace with my hands in front of me. Helen connects twice before Gerry puts his arms up to block her assault.
Shane pushes the door open with his shoulder and aims his drawn gun at the room. I hold up a hand to let him know there's no immediate danger.
Boothby grabs Helen's forearms and pulls her close. He whispers in her ear, and she freezes. Her shoulders crumble, and her spine curls like she's in pain. She drops the bedpan with a clang, and her face melts to the floor.
My god, what did he say to her?
Bernard steps in the doorway and stands behind Shane. He looks down at Boothby whispering to Helen as he holds her crumpled body.
Bernard doesn't move to Helen. Isn't he concerned to see Boothby clutching his wife on the floor? Bernard smiles an arrogant grin. "Are we telling secrets, Gerry? 'Cause I've got a few of yours I'm sure you'd love for me to share with the room."
What the fuck is going on here?
Boothby glares at Bernard and releases Helen. He keeps his eyes focused on Bernard as he exits the room.
Well, those three have a shit ton of history, and I only have a fragment of the story involving Vera. I need to do some digging to find out the rest.
I glance over my shoulder. Oh shit, Ivy's eyes are wide and frightened.
Fuck. How the hell do I explain this one to her?
***
Ivy
Whoa! I can't believe Aunt Helen went ballistic on the senator. Why didn't Uncle Bernie go to Aunt Helen to help her? Just what I need, more family drama they have decided not to tell me about.
I poke my head around Jacade's huge body blocking my view. "Everyone leave except Aunt Helen and Jacade." My words stick in my throat, and I have to cough to clear them. Uncle Bernie and Shane leave the room. Aunt Helen rises and smooths her hair.
Jacade steps to the side and faces me. "You okay?" His brow furrows.
"Yes. Fine. Let me talk to Aunt Helen."
He nods and walks back to the foot of my bed.
"What the hell, Aunt Helen? You attacked a senator in my room? With a bedpan?"
"Sweetie, I'm sorry I lost my cool. He made me so angry."
"Why?"
"I can't tell you."
"C'mon. Give me a break. I'm lying in a hospital bed, and you can't tell me what's going on? It's too late for that."
"Fair enough. Remember there are ears all over this place, so we have to choose our words carefully."
I nod and keep my eyes on hers.
"Remember I told you about my sister?"
Yes. Her sister, Vera, gave her life for loving a man like him .
"He was the man," she says.
The man Vera loved? "Did he…" kill her?
"I don't know. I don't have any proof."
"Oh my god. This must be so hard for you." He shouldn't have made veiled references to Vera's death in front of her. "He's a dick for saying what he said."
She lowers her head and squeezes her eyes shut. If he did it, I hate him for causing the pain on her face.
"All right. That's enough excitement for today," Jacade says in a quirky tone.
Does he find this amusing? I suppose Aunt Helen wielding a bedpan like a weapon was sorta comical, and the cuss words were entertaining coming from my dear aunt's mouth. Jacade escorts Aunt Helen to the door. "Take it easy, Helen."
She waves goodbye to me and leaves. Jacade turns his focus on me with humor still glinting in his eyes. "You. Relax. Don't let this trouble you."
"I'll try. But what do you think he whispered in Aunt Helen's ear that made her so upset?"
"I honestly don't know. I'm working on taking you back to my place, so we can meet with Helen. But I
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