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My thoughts swirl and crash together as I stand in the center of the room. My temper spikes, and I hurl the glass in my hand at the nearest wall. My breathing is erratic, and I can already feel a migraine churning at the base of my skull. Fucking Lira.
“So, is she dead?” Alceu asks from the doorway.
“No.” Shame washes over me as I lower my head.
“I’m assuming there is a reason you would leave this entire family open like that.”
“She won’t report anything,” I say brokenly.
“I trust you, brother. I always have. But your word isn’t good enough right now,” Alceu says harshly. “My wife and my child are in danger because you couldn’t see what was right in front of your face.”
My gaze zeroes in on his. “Fuck you, Alceu. I protect this family. I always have,” I seethe. “Remember, brother, no one else saw it either.”
“You’re right. I shouldn’t have said that. Just tell me what makes you so sure that she won’t change her mind.”
“It won’t matter if she does. She doesn’t know anything,” I say, pouring a new drink. “And what she does know won’t impact anyone but me.”
Alceu stares at me, waiting for me to continue. I have dug this hole so fucking deep and have no idea which way to turn. The best option at the moment is to tell the truth and hope he can help me when the time comes.
“She watched me beat a man to death with my bare hands.”
“What?” Alceu demands.
“The night I brought her here. I killed the man who attacked her.” I replay the entire event in my mind.
“Shit, Severu.” Alceu starts pacing the library floor. “And you let her go? Knowing what she knows? If you couldn’t kill her, you should have just locked her up.”
A dark chuckle leaves me, causing him to stop pacing immediately. “That’s the thing. She has been reporting in to her superiors every day since she has been here, and she hasn’t breathed a word about it. Not even when asked directly.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Alceu frowns.
“No idea. But the last thing she said to me was that she wasn’t sure if I was the bad guy.”
“Fucking hell.” My brother throws his hands in the air. “I don’t understand women at all.”
I down my drink as I nod and head out of the library without another word. I need to find a room in this house that Lira hasn’t been in so I can get some fucking sleep without the smell of her lingering around me.
Chapter Nineteen
Lira
Three months later
“Thank you for calling Clarke and Besson Security services. How may I direct your call?” I answer the phone for the twentieth time today.
“Greg Clarke, please,” the woman on the other end responds, and I put her through.
I return to my perpetual job of nothingness. After I quit the force, this was the first job I found. I thought I would be working security, perhaps as a bodyguard. But no, I was hired for my looks, to run the reception.
It doesn’t matter. A girl needs to eat, and I needed a job.
“Lira,” Greg calls out from his office. “Can you come in here for a minute?”
He probably wants coffee or copies of some document. He hasn’t treated me like a personal assistant, but it probably won’t take long for it to start. Rolling my eyes, I leave the reception desk and head toward his office.
“Take a seat.” He gestures to one of the blue chairs in front of his light-brown desk. “We have a new client. Female. And she has requested a bodyguard. But she has made it clear that her husband is insanely jealous, and we can’t send a man for the job.”
I feel the excitement rise in me. I would love to be out in the field. To put all my years of training into practice, even if it’s not as a cop.
