Protected by Shadows (4 page)

She tossed her hair and rose, dabbing at some of the frosting on her pink and gray shirt. “Not what he said last night, he enjoyed them just—”

“Lexy! Child listening,” Jaydee inserted.

She winked at Liev. “He isn’t payin’ me any mind.”

Liev might not have been, but Valentino certainly was. It killed him to think of any man touching her. His possessiveness was increasing by the heartbeat when it came to Lexy. It didn’t make sense. He knew she was anything but right for him.

“Scowling at my kids’ party. What gives?”

Valentino finished his cake before answering Gio. “Mama send you?”

Gio shrugged. “She worries.” They walked to the kitchen as the children got louder. “So what’s going on?”

There were times when he wished he could tell them what he truly did.

“Just thinking about work.”

“Of course you are.” They each took a beer. “When was the last time you had sex?”

Valentino paused with the bottle partway to his mouth. “Seriously?”

“Yes, I’m being serious. You know, sex just to relax.”

He drank while mulling over how to respond.
Wonder if he’d be okay if I told him I just had mind-blowing sex with Lexy two months ago. Nope, don’t see that going over well.

As if his thoughts had conjured her up, Lexy sashayed into the kitchen in her stilettos.
Christ, how’d I miss those before?
He knew. He’d barely made it past the way her pants molded to her ass. Yeah, he had it bad.

“Boys,” she drawled. “Don’t mind me, just need a water. Continue with y’all’s talk.”

“Thanks for coming, Lexy.” Gio stepped back, allowing her fridge access.

The grin she flashed him had Valentino nearly grumbling with discontent. He knew he shouldn’t be jealous—to Lexy, flirting was as natural as breathing. Not only that, he understood she wouldn’t dare try something with her best friend’s husband.

“Y’all know I love all y’all. Wouldn’t miss this for the world. Y’all are a joy to be around.” She pinned him with her brown gaze. “Mosta y’all, that is.” She grabbed a water then bumped the fridge closed with one shapely hip and took a long drink. “Some in your family annoy me.”

Gio groaned. “One day you two need to work out your differences.” He shook his head.

She tapped her artistically designed nails against the plastic bottle. “What do you say, Val, wanna head upstairs for a roll in the sack? See if that makes us anymore agreeable to one another?”

His heart pounded even as he coolly arched a brow and ran a dismissive gaze over her. “Not really my type.”

“Right.” She nodded and held his gaze. “I forgot you still pay women. Don’t those twenty-dollar, back-alley blowjobs and fuckings get old?” She laughed. “My mistake, of course not. I mean, why use a bed when a trash-ridden alley or front seat of your car will suffice.”

“You two—” Gio shook his head. “Don’t let Mama hear you.” He left.

Valentino stared at her. “Just can’t help it, can you?”

She blinked. “What? Think I’d be different because we’re fuckin’ on the down low?” Her chuckle was harsh. “You’re just another fuck, Val. And I truly enjoy annoying you.” She reached up and patted his cheek. “You make it
so
fun.”

He grumbled low in his throat as he pivoted and watched her walk away. Her hips swayed seductively and he tightened his fingers on his bottle.
Just another fuck
. Words he despised with a passion. Somewhere along this tumultuous journey they’d been taking, she’d come to mean something more to him.

Lexy’s laugh had him turning his gaze to her. Both she and Jaydee lifted their heads and stared at him. Lexy’s expression was full of amusement while Jaydee seemed slightly amused. Jaydee lowered her head and Valentino held Lexy’s gaze. Lord, he wanted to carry her away and strip her.

Her mocking smile was like a heated fist around his cock, working him into a fevered pitch. Slamming some more beer, he composed himself and made his way to a chair in the background so he could observe some more.

* * * *

Darkness had fallen and rain had moved in by the time everyone began to talk about leaving.

“I can drive you, Lexy.” Jaydee stood by her friend.

Valentino arched a brow before walking close.

“Nonsense, Jay. I’ll call a taxi. I’m sorry I got called home, but Hector said it was important.”

“At least let me call Travis to take you.”

Lexy was already shaking her head. “I’ll call one right—”

“Leaving already?”

Both women glanced to him.

“She got called home.”

Yes, he knew that. By Hector. And he’d be pissed if he didn’t know that was one of her brothers.

“I’m heading to my hotel, so I can drop her off.” He remained focused on Jaydee.

“Are you sure it will not be an inconvenience?”

Oh, it would. It definitely would.

“I’ll make do.”

“Excuse me,” Lexy began. “Why are you talking about me as if I’m not here?”

“Quiet,” he ordered. “Adults talking. You run along and get in my car. I’ll be right there.”

Her expression turned near rabid. If he approached her further, he’d be bitten. And then…shots. “Someone should geld you like we do hogs. No anesthesia.”

There was a visual he could have done without. “Run along.”

She kissed Jaydee before stomping down the steps.

“Must you two always fight?” Jaydee asked.

“Works best.” He gave her a smile and left, calling over his shoulder, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Ever since the first time he’d stayed here, he’d booked a hotel room, realizing Jaydee’s preference to not have people in her space. He understood.

Hopping into his car, he wiped the rain from his brow. He could practically see the steam rising from Lexy. And something else.
Fear? Concern?

“Where to?” He cranked the powerful engine. She didn’t respond and he glanced at her. She had her eyes on her phone, fury evident in her every move. “Lexy.”

“Bus.”

That one word was coated with ice and lowered the interior’s temperature. On the road, he tried—unsuccessfully—to engage her in conversation. Nothing. He pulled into the bus station, put the car in park and turned to face her.

“Everything okay?”

He’d admit it. He was worried. This…this behavior was not typical Lexy. No, sir, not in any way, shape or form.

When she went to climb out, he halted her. From the parking lot lights, he could see the fear and rage in her eyes. Immediately, all senses went on full alert.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

“That tear you’re fighting so hard not to let fall says otherwise. So what gives?”

She trembled. Not a sexy, I-want-you tremble, but one which bespoke the nearing of a breakdown.

“Thank you for the ride.” She tried again to open the door, only he rebuffed her attempt. “I don’t have time for a car fuck, Val. Will you let me leave or will I have to report you for kidnapping?”

The fact there was no real bite to her words had him letting her go. Silent as a wraith, she slid from his car and walked inside the bus station. No look back. No exaggerated swing of her hips—although the natural sway had him wanting to hold her.

He couldn’t explain what propelled him to park and leave his car. Pushing through the door of the station, he saw her immediately. She stood by the large windows before the waiting buses. She squeezed her hands into tight fists before smoothing them flat at her sides, then into fists again.

After his initial perusal of the room, he strode directly to stand behind her. She didn’t start and he knew she could see him in the rainy reflection. He didn’t allow himself to touch her, well aware of what would happen if he did that.

“What’s going on?”

“Go away, Valentino.”

Valentino?
Something was very wrong. She loved calling him Val, knowing it irritated him.

“No.”

Her entire body tensed briefly before she slowly rotated to face him. He recognized the look on her face. Seduction.

“Still after a car fuck?” She touched his chest with her fingertips. The simple contact burned through to his skin. “They’re gonna call my bus soon, but maybe we could do it in a bathroom stall or closet. Keep it nasty. It may get back to your brothers, though. So this clandestine meeting would be not so clandestine.”

“You won’t let me help you, will you?”

The announcement caught her attention and her smile was sorrowful. But it was swiftly replaced with the look he knew well. Temptress. She patted his cheek. “Catch ya later, sexy.” And she walked away. This time the exaggerated swing was present in her walk.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to let it go, Alexsa.”

* * * *

Lexy rubbed her temple and walked out of Norfolk International Airport. Her brisk stride took her to long-term parking where she found her black Mitsubishi Spyder where she’d left it.

Always a bonus.

Unlocking her car, she gazed around. Something felt off. She felt as though someone were watching her. The feeling had been there since she’d boarded the plane and she didn’t much like it.

Maybe I’m just being paranoid.
Wouldn’t be the first time. After all, sleep had eluded her during the five-hour flight. Buckling in, she locked the doors then started the engine.

She was rattled. She admitted it. When Hector had called her to inform her of the accident involving Eugene, her other brother, she’d not wanted to believe him. His brakes had failed and he’d crashed his truck. After flying through the windshield and landing, he now lay in a coma.

She furiously wiped at the tears that leaked free and left the airport, stopping only to pay her ticket. Once she reached the interstate, she opened up the engine and drove fast amongst the pre-rush hour traffic.

Her phone rang and she took the call, even though she didn’t recognize the number. It was four in the morning.
Hell, for all I know it could be my answering service. Although I’m pretty sure I know that number.

“Hello?” She turned down her music.

“The first was merely a warning, Dr Camden.”

Dr Camden?
First what?
She didn’t usually go by that title, although some colleagues refused to call her anything but. She frowned. The voice was digitized and terror skittered through her at the sound.

“Who is this?” she demanded.

“You ignore my summons again and your brothers will breathe their last.”

Panic exploded out through her and with shaking hands, she pulled off the road, turned on her hazards and struggled for breath. Her brothers were her only family—aside from Jaydee—and she would do anything…
anything
to keep them safe.

This…person…
It had to be a person—right?
They wouldn’t change that.

“Who are you?”

“Shut up, bitch, and listen.”

Nausea swarmed in her throat. “All right, I’m listening. What do you want?” She rubbed the grit from her eyes—she’d been up far too long without sleep.

“We will be in contact. Do not tell the cops of this or your brothers will die.”

Click
. The line went dead.

Lexy bolted from the car and lost the contents—which were few—of her stomach. Wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand, she groaned when red and blue flashing lights rolled up behind her vehicle

She squinted at the flashlight shining in her eyes. “Ma’am? Are you okay, ma’am?”

Was she?
Nope. Not even close
. “Fine,” she croaked.

“Walk toward me and keep your hands where I can see them.” The order came with the undercurrent of a Southern accent.

Swallowing back her need for a repeat performance, she followed the sternly issued directive. The state patrol officer dwarfed her. She halted when he asked her to, making no sudden movements.

“What are you doing, ma’am?”

“I stopped because I was sick.”

She couldn’t make out his features, courtesy of the wide-brimmed hat he wore.

“You been drinking, ma’am?”

“No, sir.”
Sure could use one though.

He approached her. “License and registration.”

She quirked her lips. “Hon, I pulled over and bolted to puke my guts out. I don’t have it on me. But feel free to dig it out. Or I can go get it.”

He walked her to the door and she gratefully sat on the leather seat. The phone taunted her from the passenger side as she dug for and found both requested items.

“Here.”

“Stay put.” He walked away.

She dropped her head back with a groan and closed her eyes, exhaustion overtaking her.

“Here you are, Dr Camden.”

“Thank you.” She opened her eyes and took the cards back from him. “Anything else?” She tossed the items on the passenger seat.