Beneath These Lies (35 page)

I nodded at him. He knew I wasn’t backing down.

The taillights lit up, and he drove away with the only woman who’d ever own me.

Be ready, Valentina. I’m coming for you
.
Every fucking time.

I
’D SEEN HER CRUMPLE BEFORE,
but this time it was worse. Valentina Noble wasn’t a woman on the edge; she was a woman who’d fallen off a cliff.

I’d seen it more than once. Victims of trauma, especially rape, who were faced with another traumatic experience often regressed dramatically due to flashbacks. Valentina wasn’t just battling the situation we’d pulled her out of. She was battling herself. And in her case, it was the strongest enemy she had.

Dried blood marred her arms, legs, and face. I wanted to clean her up, but that could wait until she was in the ER. Her safety—not her appearance—was all that mattered.

Her sobs had subsided, but I didn’t take that as a good sign. Tears still streamed down her cheeks.

“Honey, you just hold on. We’re gonna get you all fixed up again, and the last few hours will be like they never happened.”

She didn’t respond for several minutes, and when she did, her voice was quiet and shaky. “You can’t change the fact that I love him, and all he’s ever done is lie to me.” Her breaths came out ragged and harsh.

Fuck
. How did I deal with this?

She kept going, and her words lit a fire of guilt inside me. “I guess I should’ve picked you. At least you never lied to me.”

Maybe not outright, but I’d known exactly what she’d been facing with Rix. How did I tell her that? I couldn’t push her further over the edge. Not right now.

“Things aren’t always what they seem, but that doesn’t make them bad.”

When she laughed, it was edged with hysteria. “I thought he was bad. I was okay with bad.” Valentina shook her head. “What the hell was I thinking? I can’t even trust myself.”

And that was why she was breaking. She’d lost the confidence in herself she’d clawed back.

“You’re going to be just fine. Keep trusting your gut and you’ll be okay. You trusted yourself with him before. Do you really think you would’ve fallen for a criminal, Valentina? You’re not that woman. Whether you realize it or not, your judgment is better than ever.”

Her gaze cut to me, sharpening, and some of the brokenness faded away.

“You knew.” Betrayal laced her tone. “You knew I was seeing him, didn’t you?”

Fuck
.

We were only minutes away from the hospital, and I’d hoped it would take her longer to put the pieces together in her state, but Valentina had never been stupid.

“You’re a cop. He’s an undercover cop. You had to know.” When her voice shook this time, it was with anger. The truth must have been written on my face, because she spoke again, the words coming out even harsher. “Let me out of this car. I can’t—”

Fuck it
. I kept driving, but I didn’t hold back.

“Yeah, I knew. And you can be really fucking certain that if I hadn’t known he was on the right side of the line, I would’ve locked you down and kept you away from him. I get that you’re feeling raw and betrayed, but over what? The fact that the guy you fell for isn’t going to end up in prison someday because he’s a gangbanger? You should be happy as hell right now to find out that he’s on the right side of the line.”

Her head jerked back with surprise that I’d dropped the kid gloves I’d worn with her so many times before. But this was what she needed. A dose of reality to drag her back together and get her head straight.

“But—”

“No fucking buts. Maybe you didn’t see it, but when you turned from him, he was gutted. The man is head over ass in love with you, and he’s been doing his job this whole time. And guess what? Part of his job was not being able to tell you what his job was. And you know what else he made part of his job? Keeping you safe from everything that came along with it.”

“But—”

“Dammit, Valentina. He’s exactly the same guy you’ve always thought he was. He just happens to be on the right side of the law. Doesn’t change anything about him. Since day one at the academy, he’s never played by the rules. He’s always been on the edge. You think he’s dangerous? That’s because he
is.
But he’s dangerous in a way that helps people—including you.”

The sign for the ER came into view, and I glanced at her as I turned the corner, wondering if my words were sinking in. The frown on Valentina’s face told me they were.

Silence filled the car, and neither of us spoke as I parked and helped her out and up to the door of the emergency room. She had plenty to think about now, and I hope it helped. Maybe I could fix this for Rix, because there was no way in fuck anyone could fix my own life.

My brother would be vindicated. And the world would know my father was a dirty cop. My life as I knew it might be fucked, but maybe the one good deed I could do was help Valentina find her way back to Rix.

M
Y BRAIN WAS SLIPPING CLOSE
to shutdown territory again. That stage where all you wanted was an empty room, a bottle of wine, and to be left alone to come to grips with whatever was consuming you.

Instead, I was in the ER, and my mother burst through the door.

“Oh, honey, what happened?” She rushed inside in full tizzy, and only stilled when she had my face cradled in her smooth hands. “Oh, your poor head.”

I’d looked in the mirror and seen the dark bruise marring the skin of my temple. The dried blood matting my hair had been rinsed away, and the wound had stopped bleeding. The nurse who’d just left hadn’t thought the cut was deep enough to need stitches. I’d taken in all of this and built a wall of clinical detachment. It was the only way I could deal with people poking and prodding me anymore.

My father was usually right behind my mother in situations like this, but he hadn’t yet come through the door.

“Where’s Dad?”

My mother pressed a kiss to my forehead and released her hold on my face before stepping back. “He’s talking to the police. They wanted to fill him in on what happened, and he definitely wanted answers.”

“Where?” A trickle of apprehension pooled in my belly. “On the phone?”

My mother shook her head. “No, in the lobby. Well, now they’re in a private room because they needed to get out of earshot of everyone else.”

Who was my father talking to? Rhett? Or was Rix here?

Everything Rhett had said in the car while I’d been barely holding on had played through my mind the entire time I’d sat in this room.

He’s exactly the same guy you’ve always thought he was. He just happens to be on the right side of the law.

The cut on my hand where I’d squeezed the glass shard had been the deepest and needed a few stitches. Everything else was fine.

I was fine.

My head had been cleared by the doctor, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t still jammed full of questions.

My mother stepped out of the room, and I pulled on a clean
Love NOLA
T-shirt my father had bought from the gift shop at her request. I’d cried when he’d delivered it to the room and hugged me. He’d also told me I wasn’t allowed to get kidnapped again because his old heart couldn’t take it.

I promised him I wouldn’t.

Both my parents had given me space, and I was taking it.

What was I going to do?

What did I want?

Trust your gut.
That was what Rhett had told me.

I swallowed, standing with my hand on the door. Hesitating for long moments, I pulled myself together.

I am not a victim. I am a survivor. I am whatever I want to be.

And I wanted to be Rix’s.

Did his name matter when I knew his heart?

Did which side of the line he stood on matter when he made me feel safe either way?

I gave myself a mental slap. He was one of the good guys. Someday, maybe we could be seen together in public. We wouldn’t have to sneak around anymore. We could have a normal life. Together. Out in the open. I could introduce him to my parents. I could have it all.

The epiphany washed over me.

I can have it all
.

I opened the door and stepped out to find my future.

V
ALENTINA AND HER MOTHER WALKED
into the lobby side by side. Harold Noble stopped midsentence.

“There’s my girls.” He crossed the room to them and hugged Valentina.

I wanted her in my arms. Needed her in my arms.

Fuck, I just needed her.

When her father released her, her eyes finally met mine. For long moments, no one spoke.

Noble broke the silence. “Valentina, have you met—” He paused when she ran to me and threw herself into my arms.

I wrapped them around her.
Thank fuck. So good.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Noble murmured.

Tears wet my shirt, and I pulled back to see her dark eyes shining with them. Using my thumbs, I wiped them away.

“No more tears, duchess. It guts me to see you cry.”

She sucked in a breath. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have gone outside. I thought it was you. I’m such an idiot. It was all my fault.”

Her words didn’t make sense. “What are you talking about?”

“The Escalade. It stopped in front of the house. I thought it was you. I went outside. You told me not to, but I didn’t listen.”

That answered the question of how they’d nabbed her, but I didn’t care anymore. Not when she was back where she needed to be. “Doesn’t matter.”

But she kept going. “And I’m sorry. I—I let them break me. I lost my grip, but I don’t want to lose you.”

“Shhh, duchess. You can’t lose me. I’m here. No matter what. And they didn’t break you. No one can break you. You’re the strongest woman I know.”

“But I walked away from you.”

I shook my head. “You threw yourself into my arms just now. Does that sound like you walked away from me?”

“I love you,” she whispered. “Don’t ever let me go.”

“Never.”

“Does someone want to explain what’s going on here?” Noble asked, his confusion obvious.

Valentina’s mother tugged at his arm. “I think it’s obvious, dear.”