Chapter 7
The instant his brother hugged him back, it finally hit home that this was real. That this wasn’t a joke.
Ava had done it.
She’d played the political game and had managed to screw up so many careers, and all to get his brother home.
Spyder shuddered as he clung to Sammy’s thin frame. His baby bro had lost a s**t ton of weight and was favoring his right side as well as shielding it with his arm—an arm he hadn’t lifted to hug Spyder back.
“I’d kill the bastard who broke your ribs,” he whispered into Sammy’s ear.
“I know, but then I’d have to figure out a way to spring you from jail. I’m not sure if I’d do as good a job of it as you have.”
Spyder grinned. His brother’s sense of humor hadn’t gone anywhere—that was a relief in itself. “I had friends. Good friends who sorted s**
