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Heath is a dangerous man. Most people can’t see past the polished exterior, the shiny suit, slick hair, and polite mannerisms. But I know the man underneath. I know how far he will go to get what he wants. I know how brutal he can be when the beast is released.
“Don’t be that way,” he chides. “We had some good times. Have you heard from Micah lately?”
Micah is an ancient vampire who has been in and out of this town. He knows the other vampires here.
“No.” No one knows about my connection to either Micah or Heath, and I would like to keep it that way. “He was here a few months ago but disappeared.”
“Sounds right,” he murmurs, his hands resting on his cane. He doesn’t need it for stability but for his weapon of choice.
“You got your money. Why are you here?”
“I can’t visit my brother?” He raises his brow.
“I am not your brother,” I growl.
“You can deny it all you want, bear,” he hisses. “Brothers are not always blood. You, me, and Micah went through hell together.”
“Is that why you disappeared, built an empire, and only came back because Breeane had ties to the man who stole from you?” I snarl.
“You have no fucking idea,” he spits.
“So fucking tell me,” I shout. I pause and he shuts down, looking away. “I built my life here. My friends do not know of our past, and if I have my way, they won’t.”
“Are you satisfied sitting behind a desk? Stalking cheaters? You can’t be happy with that. I know you don’t have a mate.”
“How do you know I don’t?” I shift in my chair.
“Because you would be home fucking her if you did,” he says.
I jerk back. He knows too much about me. He knows I have always craved a mate. “You don’t have a mate.”
“Can I mate?” He scoffs. “I don’t think the universe rewards men like me.”
My automatic response is to defend him, as I did years ago. “You never know.”
“Are you going to reveal your past to your friends?” he asks.
“Why do you care?” I frown.
“They wouldn’t judge you,” he says softly and I look away. “Any mate you find won’t judge you either.”
“Maybe,” I mumble.
“You have known where I was for years and you didn’t reach out or try to heal our breach. The same could be said for Micah. It’s ironic that you judge me but don’t wish to be judged.”
“Fuck,” I growl. I hate that the asshole is right. “You killed the man that hurt Breeane. Why?”
“Of course. Well, I killed one of them. I left the other for the lions.” He leans forward. “Did you convince the brother into rehab? Pay the bill for the parents? Threaten them to never come back? How about the two gamblers? Did you give them the money they would have won in Lucas’s fight?” I stay stubbornly silent. He grins. “We do the things most people want to do but don’t have the skills or guts to.”
“I did all those things because Breeane is a good person and deserves to find happiness,” I argue.
“You do too, friend,” he says softly and gets to his feet. “My number is the same. Call me anytime. If you talk to Micah, remind him also.” The tap of his cane fades.
I slam the laptop shut and lean back.
Fucker. It pisses me off that I’ve missed him.
I fear my past is colliding with my present.
I can’t hide anymore.
