Page 111 of Unspoken Lies

I sleep deeper than I have in way too long, because I know no one will know what happened to Dr. Gerald Michaels. When you fuck around, you become pig feed and no one mourns your death. It’s celebrated instead.

CHAPTER 26

JARED

“Sir, Rachelle is in the breakfast room eating,” Calvin says, stepping into the living room and gazing expectantly at me. At my confused look, he sighs. “Alone. Your wife is eating alone! Get up and keep her company.”

I don’t think Calvin has ever sounded so annoyed at me. Theo snickers as I jump up as if I’d been verbally spanked, because I have been. Liliana and Ignacio left the house last night, and I have no idea what to do with my new wife. Theo, Elijah and I are so busy between work and school after taking a week off to get her settled in, I’m now beginning to panic.

Essentially two weeks alone with my wife to figure out how to convince Rachelle to make a go out of a relationship with five fucking people. Jesus, I think I’m starting to feel lightheaded.

My wife terrifies me. She doesn’t back down, even when the odds are against her. Except this time, I want to stand on her side of the odds and throw my middle finger up in the air at life.I’m no longer doing shit against her. Not after helping her put at least one of her nightmares to bed.

“You look like you’re about to shit yourself,” Theo teases me, shutting his laptop.

“Rachelle is scary,” Elijah admits. Calvin rolls his eyes at us and points at his watch before walking away as I nod. “We need that, though. Someone who will remind us we aren’t gods.”

“We are,” Theo corrects, “It’s just that we also want to worship her as well.”

Oh, he’s completely gone for her. I love seeing it. In a perfect world, we could have worshipped at her feet from the beginning and made her our queen with our leash in hand. Now, we’re going to have to work differently.

“Well, let’s go see if she’s enjoying her meal,” I murmur, striding out of the room.

The wheels in my mind turn, and I have a feeling I’m about to do something that would make Liliana call me ‘shit eater.’ Eh, she’s not here to smack me with anything, so I’ll ask for forgiveness rather than permission.

How else will I get to spend time with Rachelle with how busy things are?

She’s taking a sip of tea when the guys and I join her in the breakfast room, the light shining off her hair. It’s been three days since I helped her kill the good doctor. The vitamins Calvin had been putting into her smoothies seem to finally be helping, though she still has deep bags underneath her eyes and she’s still too damn thin.

Liliana managed to give Rachelle’s hair some life and at this length it’s curly and bounces.

When I called her a queen, I meant it, but I am not ready for the regal lifting of her eyebrow at me.

“Off to school?” she asks, eating her avocado toast.

“We are, and you’re coming with us,” I decide.

“Um, what?” she asks, her words garbled a little by the food in her mouth.

“You heard me,” I say with a smirk. “I’m going to reserve a room for you in the library to work out of in my name. You can practice being out of the house, and it’ll be harder to nap if you’re not on the couch.”

Rachelle seems to pass out very easily during the day, and then has a hard time sleeping. I’ve noticed that the light or television is on more often in the room Lili, Ignacio, and Rachelle share.

Maybe we can reset her body by keeping her awake until bedtime. Or maybe I’ll end up removing the little sleep that she is getting. Fuck, I hope not.

Rachelle takes a deep breath as she forces herself to swallow, while Theo and Elijah take my words in stride as if we already talked about it.

“It’ll give you a chance to see the campus and decide if you want to apply there,” Theo adds.

“Guys, I haven’t been on any medication in weeks,” Rachelle says softly.

“Ah, and I’m going to fix that,” I say hurriedly. I am a fuck up. We haven’t gotten her into the psychiatrist yet. I’m going to have to bribe someone to get her an appointment. “I’m going to call around today.”

I wonder if our in-house psychiatrist for the club will see her…

Sharing a glance with Theo, he grunts in response as he texts someone. We always seem to share a few brain cells.

“I’ll make that gyno appointment too,” Theo says under his breath. “How are you feeling without them?”