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“Here, let me see your face,” Levi whispered, moving closer to get a look at Chase’s messed-up face. He pressed the wipe against an open wound and cringed when Chase let out a hiss.
Poor guy.
“Remind me to thank your boss for a lovely time this evening,” Chase grumbled like a defeated man-child.
Levi pulled away and sat up straight. “Hey! You’re the one who came into our home with some made-up story and then tried to steal from my boss.” It appeared that his brain was suddenly in control of his body. “If anyone’s to blame for the pain you’re in, it’s you,” Levi spat back. He was feeling rather protective of Matteo and didn’t appreciate all the hostility this lying man was spewing. “Plus, you lied to me. What the fuck Chase?” Now, his heart was starting to get angry. They had just finished spending a wonderfully romantic day together, only to end it with Chase trying to fuck them over.
Chase grabbed Levi’s hand, startling him.
He didn’t want to look up for fear that his tears would betray him. More than anything, Levi wanted to believe that Chase was a good guy and that the feelings he thought Chase had toward him were real. He worried that if he looked into Chase’s eyes right now, he wouldn’t be able to control the emotions that were threatening to spill over him.
Apparently, his body was now back in control and losing its shit.
“I’m sorry that I lied to you,” Chase choked out. His voice was soft and gentle. “I never meant to hurt you, and please believe that I am a good guy.”
Using all his willpower, Levi raised his eyes to meet Chase’s. God, those gentle blue eyes were so warm and inviting. He couldn’t help but feel his anger begin to dissipate.
Was he being naive and stupid? He barely knew the man, yet here he was, opening his heart to a man who had lied to him. Staring into those hopeful eyes, his heart kept telling him that he could trust Chase. To give him a chance to explain.
Professionals would think he was crazy for giving in so easily, but there was something in those eyes…
Lowering his head, Levi continued to clean Chase’s wounds.
“So, is Chase your real name?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re a rich cattle farm rancher?”
“No.”
Levi stopped and looked up at this mystery man before him. “Okay, so why not start off with that? Who are you, really?”
Chase let out a breath while Levi moved on to the wounds around his arms.
“Well, I’m thirty-two, Canadian, and live in Toronto. I used to work in homicide for the Toronto Police but got fired because my bosses and I didn’t see eye to eye.”
Levi stopped again and stared at Chase suspiciously.
“That’s very ominous.”
“Yeah, well, they thought certain people were above the law, and I believed that everyone was equal.”
Levi nodded, relieved with his answer. He was worried that Chase was going to say something like he was an international drug smuggler or enjoyed stealing from the elderly. That last one seemed unlikely, given the gentle nature he had encountered so far.
He resumed cleaning Chase’s wounds.
“A few months ago, I was approached by a man who had come into possession of a journal. Inside were names of people who had done terrible things. He asked me to join him and his husband on their crusade. So, now, my mission is to find the author of the journal and take down the evil men described in those pages.”
Levi stopped again and looked up at Chase.
“And why is it that you think Matteo is involved?”
“We found a logo inside the journal matching the logo for La Maison de M.”
“That seems like a far leap,” Levi added, skeptical of this whole situation.
“It’s a place to start.”
