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“She’s twenty-two. She has custody of her daughter, and she recently had a baby girl.”
“You said guys, what do you mean?”
“Huh?” My eyebrows furrow.
“It means she fucks more than one guy.” Finn smirks. I shake my head at my brother’s bluntness, always straight to the point.
“Oh... Well, that’s different.” Sky nods, as if talking about a change in the weather, and Con snorts.
“So how did we end up here?” Will asks, waving toward Bren.
“It’s a long story, but the top and bottom of it is, Tia had threats against her, and those threats made a move. They kidnapped her and her little girl.” Sky stumbles, and her hand bolts out to grip onto Bren’s bed.
“Are they okay?”
“They are,” I confirm quickly. “But Tia was in a different location, and she was about to be in real danger of being trafficked, Sky.” I hold her gaze, hoping she can understand the enormity of what Bren did for her. “If Bren didn’t go in and rescue her when he did, she would have been sold to the highest bidder.”
Sky’s face goes even paler. “He saved her?”
A ball of emotion lodges in my throat. “He did. He sacrificed himself to save her, and I’m pretty sure he did it for you.”
Her teary eyes turn toward him, and she walks over to his bed, grazing her fingers down his face. She whispers in his ear before turning to face us all with a set jaw, and with determination written all over her face, she lifts her chin.
“I want to see my sister.”
Chapter
Twelve
TIA
It’s been two days since we returned home with Harper and Mia, and I know the guys are hiding something huge from me.
Angel, the lady who lives at the mansion, gave us space, and to be honest, I was grateful. I couldn’t bear to see the pity in her eyes. I’m not sure how she came about opening her house up to strangers, but I’m thankful for it.
Thankfully, Harper was none the wiser at being taken, the only side effect being a sore head. The guys told her I’d had an accident in my car, and after a round of tears at seeing the evidence on my face, she’s turned into Cole’s little helper with Mia.
Whenever I ask about Bren, they shut the conversation down but tell me he’s stable in the hospital with his family surrounding him. Each time I think of him, guilt swims inside me, regret too. Maybe I could have done more. After all, he gave his life to save me, a stranger. I bite on my finger as I contemplate how I can get to the hospital to see him, to thank him for helping me and toask him why. Why did he help me? I need to speak to his partner too. I need to tell her the word that means something to him, to them.
When I question the guys, they say he’s a contact of STORM Enterprise. I’m meant to just accept it.
Lucas has kept his distance, and that hurts more than ever before, and yet I feel him watching me at night when he sneaks into the room where I’m sleeping with Jace and Cole; both too scared to let me leave them. He falls asleep in the armchair, as if desperate to be in the same room but scared at the same time.
Frustration gnaws at me, how long is he going to keep his distance, trying to avoid the inevitable, trying to avoid the truth.
He knows I know, but he makes no move to reassure me or to explain.
With a heavy huff, I throw the sheets off me and step out of bed. My head swims a little, but I ignore it.
I tug on the hem of Jace’s T-shirt—it covers me to midthigh—and avoid looking in the mirror, unable to stomach the damage caused by them.
My body aches like a bitch, but I refuse to acknowledge it, and instead, I storm toward the bedroom door, determined to have it out with him once and for all.
Throwing it open, I ignore the soft giggles of the girls coming from their bedroom and head toward his office.
It’s time to talk this out.
LUCAS
