ODETTE
If there was one thing I loved in this world, it was food. And, I loved different types of food. My father had taught me everything I knew about cooking since mom had passed. For someone who worked more than he spent time at home, it surprised me just how many memories I made with him. He made sure to instill every skill I would need to survive in me in case he ever had passed, too.
Only, now all those lessons seemed useless. I couldn't cook anymore. Let alone eat, I couldn't pick up a spoon or fork and I definitely couldn't use a knife. The more I tried to do daily tasks, the more I failed at them. I needed help with a bath this morning. Was I embarrassed that my best friend had to help to do such simple tasks? Yes. But he handled them so well and it made my heart ache because it only proved what a gem of a person he was.
He didn't look down on me or treat me differently but there were moments, split seconds of weakness, where sadness would brush over his features before he covered it up with a mask of concentration. At night, when he left his room and I was left in mine, I would cry. Sob really. Until my throat turned scratchy, my eyes burned, and my pillow was soaked through with tears. I pitied myself. My mind only got darker and darker as each day passed and I didn't know how to stop myself from falling into the black pit of depression and misery.
The more I tried and failed, the more I just wanted to give up and end it all.
"Open up," the sound of Jericho's voice had me snapping out of my spiraling thoughts.
"Huh?" I asked, confusion coloring my tone. My gaze bobbed between the spoon of soup he held up and his face, "you don't have to."
"Odette," he tersely said my name with a warning glare, "don't fight me on this. Please."
I sighed and relented without another word, "Fine sweety, but you're honestly doing too much for me now."
"Nothing I ever do will be too much," Jericho pointedly said while feeding me the soup I had been trying to drink for the past half an hour, "want me to reheat it?"
"No, it's fine. I just want to get this done so I can go to bed," I muttered, taking another slurp. And another. And another.
Slash curled up beside me on the couch, his head propped on my lap with my hand resting atop. I wished I could have felt his silky smooth fur between my fingers. If I knew I would never have felt it again I would have appreciated it more when I had the chance. He was quieter these days, following me everywhere with his ears down. The last time he wagged his tail was the day I arrived at the apartment. I had a feeling he was picking up on my energy and it was affecting him. My presence here was the dismal cloud hanging over Slash and Jericho's heads.
"You sleep a lot lately," Jericho mused when I was halfway through the bowl of soup, "You wake up late and I take you to your sessions then you're right back in bed. If you don't need to be anywhere you don't even get up to have a shower. I know you're uncomfortable with me helping you so I was thinking of getting a nurse to help you in the meanwhile until you're able to do things on your own again."
"No, no," I quickly shook my head, hating the idea of a stranger seeing me naked in the shower or trying to feed me or do anything else for that matter, "really, I prefer it to be you rather than someone else. It's just..." I licked my chapped lips and prepared myself to utter my next set of words, "I just don't see the need to do things anymore. I'm not exactly a ball of rainbows and sunshine to be around right now and I feel like I'm hindering you from living your life."
Jericho scoffed, "I never had much of a life, to begin with, Odette, so I don't mind taking care of you," when he fed me the last spoonful he placed the bowl on the coffee table and turned to face me fully, "let me ask you this. If the roles were reversed, would you be doing the same for me?"
I didn't even have to think too hard, "I'd do whatever I could for you."
"Exactly," he agreed with a curt nod, "so, I'm doing the same. Don't insult me by thinking you're putting me out of my way. I want to do this."
"Aren't you uncomfortable doing these things?"
"Not in the least bit," he leaned in and pressed a kiss to my forehead, "you're my ride or die. We support each other because that's what best friends do."
The corner of my lips lifted into a shaky smile, "You're an amazing human being. I wonder how you're even related to Gunnar and Ace sometimes if I'm being honest."
"I'm related to total idiots but I love them," Jericho laughed and it sounded strained, forced even. He was laughing for my sake and not because he wanted to.
"You are," I mumbled in quiet agreement before saying on a softer note, "you're also best friends with an idiot."
"Yeah, why do you think I'm the smart one from the lot of you," he taunted just as a knock sounded at the door. A long, deep groan rumbled in Jericho's chest as he stood to his feet, "that better not be my idiot brothers again. Honest to God, I'm thinking of moving to a remote island just so they don't find me."
He was already making his way to open the door when I yelled back, "Trust me, they'll still find you."
"You're probably right," Jericho chortled a real laugh this time that warmed my insides.
His laugh made it on my list of reasons to not give up. Right now, it was only his laugh on that list so I was basically hanging on by a thread.
"Jericho, son," a gravelly voice greeted at the door, a voice I recognized all took well.
"Mr. Gibson, it's good to see you again. I didn't know you were going to drop by," Jericho stepped aside and gestured for my father to enter the apartment.
"I had some free time so I thought I'd check in on my girl," my father said, his stern manner of speaking automatically making me sit up straighter while squaring my shoulders.
Slash bristled and leaped off the couch to greet my dad. They had been partners for a long time when Slash was still on the force which meant they built a strong relationship over the years. Their bond was built on a foundation of trust. I always wanted to be part of the K9 unit. It was the one unit I was certain my partner couldn't fuck me over.
"I'll give you two some alone time," Jericho said. Slapping a hand twice on his thigh, he ordered, "Slash, come on. We're going for a walk."
Slash barked and trotted his way to Jericho's side.
"I won't be long," Jericho reassured, hooking a leash onto Slash's collar.
"I'll be fine," I rolled my eyes at his concern even though it was the sweetest thing anyone had done for me, "my dad is here."
"I know," although those were his words, Jericho still looked reluctant to leave.
"I appreciate you looking out for my girl but you don't honestly think you have to protect her from me?" My father incredulously asked.
"No sir," came Jericho's immediate response, "I'll get going now. Come on, boy."
We waited for the apartment door to close and then an extra two minutes after that to make sure Jericho was out of earshot before speaking. My father rounded the couch and dropped down beside me, arm resting behind me on the backrest. He looked tired and his age was finally showing on his face with the silver hairs mixing with his blond and the wrinkles that etched themselves into the canvas of his face. He had hazel eyes that could pass off as green at first glance, whereas I had mom's dark green eyes.
"How are you?" My dad finally broke the silence with words that were softer than a whisper.
"Alive," I supplied unhappily.
"My little girl," dad rasped, pulling me into him, "I'm so sorry this happened to you. But, you're a fighter. You know that. You're half me and half your mom. She may have been killed on the job but she went out a fighter. I fight every day to stay alive. You're doing the same. If anyone can recover from this, it's you."
"I don't believe that daddy," I admitted, letting the tears silently roll down my cheeks, "I can't do anything for myself."
"I know," he cooed, running a comforting hand up and down my arm, "and I'm not exactly thrilled that Jericho is here to help but, at the same time, I wouldn't trust anyone else. He's a good kid."
"The best," I choked on a half sob and half-laugh.
"I'm going to be free this weekend. Maybe you could stay with me so Jericho can have some rest. He seems on edge," dad suggested but I knew Jericho so I knew that would be a bad idea.
"He would be more on edge if he doesn't have eyes on me."
"That's not normal."
"Who said he or any of that boy's brothers were normal?" I asked sarcastically.
"Point taken."
"Dad?"
My father hummed.
"I know you're now allowed to talk about open cases but I need to know what you're busy working on," I knew what my father was about to say when he pulled away for me and opened his mouth so I beat him to it, "look, you're working on something that deals with the Italian mafia so don't even try to deny it."
"What do you know about it?" My father sat up with a frown twisting his features.
"I don't know much about it but I know you're digging into something you shouldn't," I accused but I wasn't mad at him. This was his job and he was damn good at his job.
He sucked on his teeth as he contemplated whether or not to tell me what he knew. I saw the exact moment he caved in when his shoulders arched forward by an inch, "Four and a half years ago the head of the mafia died. He was shot in what was said to be a drug deal gone wrong. He had no family to take his place so his second in command, Eddie Marino, took his spot at Capo. The one that died, I have a feeling he has something to do with Jericho's father's death."
"He does, dad," I breathed, figuring that telling my father what I knew wouldn't hurt anyone, "it's a long story but he did have something to do with the death of Jericho's dad. But, they've put that behind them. Let's not dig up the ghosts they've finally buried."
"They never found a body. None of them will ever fully find closure," my father, being the man of law and honor that he was, was adamant about this.
"They've moved on. That guy is dead. It's time to let it go. Please," I begged.
"Some records found their way to me. A book noting down all the locations they used to bury bodies. Or, wherever they disposed of the bodies. I think I can find their father and get to the bottom of this."
"Dad..." I shook my head, trying to figure out the best way to get him to drop this case, "you're not dipping your hand in a can of worms. You're dipping it into a sea of bloodthirsty sharks who'll waste no time in ripping you to shreds. All three of those brothers would rather you stay safe than do something foolish. Don't do—" I was cut off by the sound of the door opening.
Jericho trudged in with an apologetic grin, "Sorry. Ace called and he needs my help with something so I had to come back quicker than I expected. Hope you don't mind."
"Not at all, son," dad said, shooting me a pointed glare, "I'll see you soon. We'll continue this then."
I offered my father a tight smile, "Think about what I said."
"I will," he leaned down and pecked my cheek, "love you."
"Right back at you, old man," I called out as I watched him leave.
"He looks tense," Jericho mused once the door closed behind my father, "Is everything okay?"
I felt like the shittiest friend on the planet but I had no choice other than to lie, "Yeah, it's just stress from work," I felt sick to my stomach when I went on to say, "it's nothing he can't handle. We don't need to be worried about him anyway. He'll be fine. Just fine."
JERICHOI watched Odette from where I sat. Her features were grimly twisted, teeth grating against each other, and brows furrowed in concentration. The nurse that was with her gave her an encouraging smile but Odette didn't return it. The smile only seemed to irritate her more.My attention dropped to the red stress ball in her hand. The nurse had instructed her to squeeze the ball as hard as she could but her fingers weren't cooperating. They trembled and barely moved no matter how much effort she put into it. Her fingers curled around the ball with no pressure added but the nurse seemed happy with the little Odette had done.She would be removing the cast on her leg later this week which meant she could start strengthening her leg to walk again. To me and the rest of the doctors and nurses here, she was making progress. Excellent progress even. To her, she wasn't.Odet
ODETTE I snuggled deeper into the couch with my head on Quinn's lap and my legs propped onto a pillow. Her nimble fingers weaved through my hair before massaging into my temples. I watched from where I lay as Miranda did Priyanka's nails and Tory stuffed her face with popcorn which Quinn had made earlier—her eyes were glued to the tv screen as she watched some kind of thriller movie. Jericho hadn't returned yet. He had left earlier and must have found his brothers because none of them had dropped by. It was strange. We all had running bets on which brother would barge into the door first suffering from withdrawals. My money was on Ace and so was Tory and Miranda's. Priyanka and Quinn had their money on Gunnar. I guess we all knew that Jericho was the only sane one in the lot. It felt nice to be with the girls. I
JERICHO "It feels good to finally be walking on my two feet," Odette grinned down at me as she rotated her ankle clockwise and then anti-clockwise, working the muscle and the bone. It had been two weeks since her cast was removed and things were going smoothly. I even noticed some sort of spark flare back to life in her eyes. It warmed my heart to know that she was finally getting out of her routine. She no longer sat caged in her room all day. In the mornings she would go on a walk around the block to strengthen her leg and in the afternoon she would walk Slash. Admittedly, I was scared that with all the progress she was making, she would want to leave and head home. Only, her hands still needed so much work. I leaned back on the couch and tossed the tv remote onto the coffee table, "Told you my swan would finally get her wings back. You should trust me more often."Her button nose crinkled in amusement—something I always found adorable, "Sweety, you sound a little too cocky ther
ODETTEI curled my fingers around the stress ball and was happy when they moved by even an inch. It had been another week and I had been going to physiotherapy every day since I had that weird moment with Jericho. We had shared a few words here and there but almost never more than one sentence at a time. It was becoming uncomfortable to stay in the house with him especially when we bumped into each other constantly. With me being able to walk again it meant that I was more active at home. Sometimes I just went on a walk to avoid Jericho completely. I had a plan though, as soon as I was done with my session today I would tell him that would be able to go home.I knew he wouldn't like it but, at the end of the day, he needed to understand that I was no damsel in distress. He may have regarded me as his swan but I was not fragile even with my hands unable to move I could still fend for myself. I didn't like the awkward tension between us. It wasn't something that I expected but it was som
JERICHOI expelled a sharp breath and pivoted around my bedroom at the Astor mansion. Gunnar had called me this morning and suggested I start packing up everything I wanted. However, I didn't know where to begin. So far, I had three empty piles: Throw, keep, and donate. If I had a choice, though, I'd have kept everything in the room. To both my brother's these halls were haunted. They had been this way for a while. Haunted with memories and sadness so destructive it could probably rip their sanity to shreds. It was a wonder how either of them still came home at night and lived in this place. To me, it was the only thing I had connecting me to my parents. Parents I wished I knew longer. I wished I had the privilege of having my mother fuss over me on graduation day and hearing my dad tell me how proud of my achievements he was. I'd never get that. Instead, I got Gunnar who fussed over me the way mom would. He made sure I was dressed to take over the world that day. And Ace was the on
ODETTEI sat on the barstool with my back pressed against the kitchen island. Gunnar looked like a raging bull with his nostrils flared in anger. He was doing his best to stay calm, breathing in through his nose and expelling harsh breaths through his mouth. Before Quinn came into his life—according to Jericho—Gunnar had serious issues when it came to controlling his anger. Now, he was better at it but I wouldn't go as far as calling him a timid, changed man. There were times, like this instance, when his anger got the best of him. But, it wasn't just anger. He used that as a base emotion to cover up everything else he felt. I watched him from where I sat with Jericho standing between Gunnar and myself as a barrier. Usually, I would insist that I didn't need Jericho to place himself as a sounding board between me and his brothers but this situation was different. This was a sensitive topic for all three Astor brothers and I knew this. That was why I kept it away from them. But things
ODETTE"Get dressed, we're going out," excitement rolled off Jericho in waves. He came barging into my room with this gleam in his eyes that I hadn't seen in ages and a smile so wide I was certain it would split his face into two parts. The one thing I had learned over the years of knowing Jericho, was that his excitement was not only palpable but it was contagious. He was an enigma and it was impossible not to feel what he felt. I was grateful that he hadn't hardened to the world around him the way his brothers had. He allowed himself to feel and absorb the emotions of others and himself. His excitement crashed into me, sinking into every crevice of my body until I could feel it buzzing through my veins. It had excitement of my own brewing at the base of my stomach. I couldn't remember when last I actually felt excited about anything so this new emotion after so many dull days was welcomed. It was the splash of color I needed when everything around me was gray and bland. I placed
JERICHO "Are you sure about this?" Odette shifted uncomfortably next to me. We were tucked at the back of a coffee shop across town from where I lived. It seemed like the safest place to meet and, considering the dim lighting in the booth we were seated in, I was certain no one would be paying us any attention. "It's the best option we have. I trust him completely. There's no need for you to worry," I reassured, weaving my fingers with Odette's and squeezing. Her gaze dipped to our joined hands on her lap and a frown weighed the corners of her lips down. I wondered if she could feel my thumb caressing the top of her hand, tracing the scarred flesh, or at least feel the slight pressure of me squeezing said hand in assurance. By the grimace twisting her features, I knew the answer to my questions. I forced myself to withdraw from her even though I didn't want to. If I attempted to comfort her in some other way right now, I knew I'd only make her feel worse. She was doing better, th