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The way he had me pinned, I couldn’t see where he was driving and I couldn’t see Marc any more. He was too strong to fight and with that big guy, I didn’t stand a chance. “Let us go,” I said. “Let him go.”
“So you can shoot me?” he asked. He watched what buttons he was pushing. “So you can go hide again and then the next time I throw a party or decide to go somewhere, you can shove a gun in my face and tell me I’m the bad guy?” He shook his head. “You’re all crazy.”
“You shouldn’t do this,” I said. “You can’t kill people.”
“I’m not killing anyone,” Blake barked at me. “You’re not even listening.”
“You lied to me!”
“You lied to me, too! You came to my house with a fake boyfriend, telling me you were some researcher. Next thing I know you’re telling me you’re a stooge for the FBI. And then the next time, you’re pickpocketing someone like you’re a pro.”
“You told me you were going to dump the drugs into the water.”
“I am,” he said. “I just didn’t tell you which bit of water. One little thing and you’re going to hold it over my head.”
I grunted and then rocked myself, trying to break free.
“Stop it, sweetie,” he said, pressing his body against mine. “I’m not letting go until you stop fighting me.”
I glared at him, at the way his gold flecks glinted. His grin was set firm. He thought he’d won!
“Well,” I said. “Now you’re kidnapping me.”
“You’re the pirate boarding my boat,” he said. “If I call for the Coast Guard, they’ll haul you two to jail.”
I huffed and then started to relax. Talking him out of this was the only thing I had left. “Don’t,” I said, and suddenly my voice was ten times softer, and with an edge like I was going to crack. I’d worked this hard, come this far. Was it all for nothing?
Blake had his gaze out on the water and then on the dash as he drove the yacht. When his eyes caught my face, he focused on me and his once proud grin softened into something much more reasonable. “Listen, darling,” he cooed. “Sweetheart, please. Just this once.”
“You’re going to kill people,” I said, exasperated. “If you dump it in that well—“
“No one is going to die,” he said calmly. “That well is hundreds of feet deep and I’ve got maybe only a few hundred pounds of this stuff. The water will dilute it a lot. By the time anyone drinks it, it’ll be so much weaker. They may all get a bit sick, but they’ll be fine.”
Was that true? Or was it another lie so I’d let him go on with his plan? “Why do you have to do it like this?”
“Because if I don’t,” he said, “the cartel will come here. They will hunt down the Fitzgerald family. Then they’ll go after that same village and they will kill them all. They’re trained assassins protecting their livelihood, their territory.”
I breathed in deeply, trying to catch his eyes. He met my gaze. I wasn’t sure. I had a hard time reading people for the truth. I was the liar. I was the thief. What did I know about honesty? “Won’t this village come after you, if you do this? Won’t they retaliate?” I was trying to find a flaw in his plan. Somehow this still felt wrong.
“This is a message, sweetheart,” he said. “I’m to leave the mark of the cartel behind. The people in this village were looking to start a war. I’m trying to stop it.”
“Couldn’t you have told me?”
He pursed his lips. “I looked you square in the eyes and told you this wasn’t what it looked like. You had a hard time believing me that I was buying drugs just to dump it. I told you as much as I could and you still resisted and thought I was the bad guy.” He leaned in, until he was nose to nose with me, and his eyes fell on my mouth. He talked softly. “But I swear, Kate, I would have told you. If you had stayed, if you had come with me, I would have told you everything.”
My heart raged against my ribs. I cowered at his intense eyes begging for me to understand and I had no idea what to do.
“Let us go,” I said quietly. “Let Marc go.”
“Kate...”
“If you want me to trust you,” I said, “let him go. I’ll send him back.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Just him?”
I couldn’t look around him to see Marc if this was a good idea. I had a feeling he would tell me no so I thought it was best I couldn’t see him. “I want to see for myself,” I said. “I want to know for sure you aren’t killing anyone.”
“It’ll still be dangerous,” Blake said. He pressed himself against me, against the helm, but lifted a hand, brushing those golden locks away from his cheek and out of his eyes. The unadulterated view caused my breath to catch. “But I swear, Kate. I swear on all your cute little toes. All this will stop more people from dying. If you really want to do people some good, you’ve got to trust me.”
I hesitated, gritting my teeth. I swallowed hard. “Let me get Marc off the boat,” I said quietly. “Let me take him back. I’ll stay and make sure...”
Blake nodded slowly. An inch at a time, he eased his body off of me. “I’m going to stand here,” he said, nodding toward the helm. “I’m going to still drive this thing.” He turned his attention to the man behind us.
Marc was on his butt, holding his leg tenderly. The man lorded over him, holding the gun in Marc’s face.
“Give him the gun back,” Blake said. He turned to Marc. “Sorry, man. You’ve got to understand, though. I thought you guys were here to kill me. But just so you know, if you try to shoot me now, you won’t make it off this ship.”
Marc’s jaw clenched. The man standing over him held the gun out to him. Marc didn’t take it and just stared at Coaltar. The man dropped the gun next to Marc and backed out of the door, disappearing.
I crossed the room, dipping down to help Marc as he tried to stand.
“What are you doing?” he seethed through his teeth.
“Getting you out of here.”
“You can’t stay with him.”
I leaned over and picked up the gun, shoving it back into his holster. I grabbed his arm, crossing it over my shoulders and tried to boost him to standing. “I’m going to make sure this stuff doesn’t kill anyone,” I said. What else could we do?
“Look at me, Kayli,” he said, his two-colored eyes locked with mine. “He’s lying to you.”
I squinted at him. “How do you know?”
“I can tell.”
“You couldn’t even see him.”
“Trust me,” he gasped as he stood on one foot. “For once in your life, please. Trust me.”
My heart fought against my ribs, threatening to explode where I stood. I tried to tell myself that maybe Marc was mistaken. Maybe he was hurt because it felt like I was choosing Blake over him. I wasn’t, or at least I didn’t think I was. I didn’t know if I could trust Blake completely until I saw no one was hurt because of this.
But Marc’s eyes, those awful, unrelenting eyes, told me something else. Every time I’d lied to him, he called me out on it, so I knew he could tell for me. Maybe it was also the kiss I’d felt last night, and the breakfast from this morning. Maybe it was the way Raven and Axel, everyone, had helped me. If they had thought it was a good thing, if they thought dumping these drugs in the well wasn’t going to hurt anyone, they would have told me so before and avoided this mess.
If it would have been good for everyone, they would have told me that, from the start. They wouldn’t have needed me.
But how much was the lie and how much was Marc telling me whatever he could so I’d run off the boat with him instead? How much was jealousy talking through those pleading eyes?
I turned on Coaltar, ready to ask him a few more questions to figure it out. Hoping to give Marc a chance to run off if he wanted.
A lean figure cut through the side door. His face was grainy with overgrowth and his hair was cut short. There was something about him that was familiar and I couldn’t place it. He headed straight for Coaltar lik
e he was very familiar with him.
Coaltar’s eyes went wide when he spotted him. “I told you to stay below.” He jabbed a finger in the air at him. “Go...”
“There’s someone down there,” the man said. “Knocked out the kitchen boy.” He turned, looking at me full on. His eyes widened. “Her? What’s she doing here?”
I flinched. His voice set my mind reeling, back to a narrow alleyway, with a gun pointed at Blake.
“You?” I pointed a finger at him. “What are you doing here?”
But I didn’t really want an answer. Suddenly this whole thing was chaos. He was cleaned up, but I was sure. This was the guy who held us up in the street. But his clothes, the confident way he stood beside Blake, made it clear. The man worked for Coaltar.
Blake held his hands out toward me, palms up in self-defense. “Now, wait a second...”
“You!” I cried at him. I stabbed the air with my finger, pointing at him. My eyes flared. If I could have breathed fire, he’d be incinerated. “That was all a set up!”
“Don’t ... you've got the wrong idea,” Blake said in a warning tone, as if he could stop my brain from putting together the pieces.
“You tricked me?” I asked, incredulous. “You staged that whole thing?”
“I didn’t—”
“How much else was staged?” I asked. “And you made me feel bad for taking his wallet? And you lied to me again!”
Blake grunted. “I just needed to make sure. You didn’t tell me anything about you. You clam up whenever I ask you anything personal.”
"Tell me about it," Marc said, favoring his leg but stepping back a bit, out of the line of fire.
“So you faked a hold up?” I yelled at Blake. “What was that about? You knew I’d come back looking for you. What did you expect me to do? Cry bloody murder? Call the police? Did you want me to think you were some sort of hero when you kicked him and got the gun?”
Blake took a step forward, edging in. “Now, now, don’t go jumping to conclusions.”
