Beyond Jealousy (42 page)

Ryder didn't.

Finn grabbed his friend's arm and hauled him into the nearest empty room, slamming the door behind them with the bite of temper. This was why making friends was stupid. Caring about people complicated shit.

Finn had never planned on liking Ryder. The other man was nothing like him. He was smart. Ambitious. He'd rocketed up the ranks of Mac's organization through wits and stubbornness, somehow always finding that line Finn wove back and forth across, the one that made a man decent, even if he was ruthless.

He held up both hands now. "Whatever you're about to say--"

"Shut up." Finn braced his hand against the door, as if he could hold it shut if Ryder really wanted to get through. Not that Finn wasn't tough, but Ryder had always been in a different league. A better league. Everything about him screamed polish, from his fitted leather jacket to his tattoos--high quality black and gray etched into his brown skin, the kind of artwork Finn couldn't have afforded when he got his first ink.

Ryder had never belonged in a hellhole like Five, so Finn was going to get him out. "There's no fixing this. O'Kane will burn us to the ground, but you're new enough to make it out first. So you need to take that girl over to Four and buy your way into O'Kane's good graces."

"I can't."

"Yes you fucking can. I'll distract the guards, and you--"

"I can't leave," Ryder repeated flatly.

Final fucking words, and they were out of time. Mac would send someone to fetch him if he didn't arrive like a good guard dog, and he couldn't
make
Ryder save himself.

Finn's good intentions had never been worth much.

Exhaling roughly, he jerked open the door. "Fine. Do you know which woman he grabbed?"
Please don't let it be Lex.

"I don't know--some redhead."

Fuck. Damn close to four years, and it still felt like getting kicked in the gut. Thank God redheads were rare--he'd known just a handful, and only one who really mattered. Maybe he'd never be able to think of red hair without imagining her the last time he'd seen her, sprawled lazily across his bed, floating on the rush, her long red hair a tousled halo around her pale face.

He hadn't given her the drugs that killed her that night, but he'd given her enough over the years to have no illusions about his involvement. Her death was on his shoulders, her blood on his hands.

He could almost feel it as he reached Mac's office. He was shocked not to see his fingers dripping red as he reached out to rap on the heavy oak door and waited for permission to enter.

Instead, the door slammed open to reveal Dom's glowering face. "Don't get any bright ideas," he sneered. "That bitch is mine." He shoved past Finn and stomped down the hall.

Finn tilted his head, and Ryder headed after Dom with a short nod.

Bracing himself, he swung into Mac's office--and stopped cold.

Tracy.

It couldn't be. Finn blinked and let his gaze sweep over the redhead, trying to discount that first disorienting impression. She was tied to a chair, the plastic ties digging into skin marked by O'Kane ink. She was disheveled, her clothing askew, ripped in places, her hair wild. Killer curves, a pointed chin, a split, bloody lip that someone needed to die for giving her--

Icy, blue-green eyes.
Familiar
eyes.

Tracy was alive.

She stared back at him--frozen, barely breathing--and Mac stepped into the silence with a quiet hum of approval. "She looks good, doesn't she?"

Finn barely heard him. Barely saw him.

Fucking hell,
Tracy was alive
.

She sat there like a statue or a ghost or a fucking hallucination until Mac brushed her cheek. When she flinched away, he grabbed her by the hair and jerked her head back.

Finn's fingers flexed, and he could already feel Mac's throat beneath them. He'd crush the fucking life out of his boss and consider it his best day ever. "Get your hand off her."

"I don't think so." Mac bent low, putting his face close to hers. "She stole from me."

That got her attention. She turned her head so fast she almost bumped into Mac. "I did not, you lying asshole. You gave me those drugs."

It made a sick sort of sense. The leader of Sector Five didn't mess with common girls. Only the best for him--young, pretty, drugged out of their minds. Eager to do anything and everything to stay that way. It was a soft, blissful life, a
short
one, which meant Mac was always on the prowl for a replacement.

He would have taken Tracy just to prove he could. "You told me she overdosed."

"I honestly figured she had." Mac studied her. "But you sold it all and ran, didn't you, love? Over to Sector Four."

So casual. Curious, but only vaguely, as if he didn't care about the answer one way or another but was simply going through the motions. Finn knew better. Mac had staged this melodramatic reveal just for him, and this was just the opening act.

Finn had to get them both out of there before Dom came back for the big finale. "Yeah, she ran straight into Dallas O'Kane's arms. Is this really how you want to start a sector war?"

"War was inevitable, and it's already begun," Mac said absently. He was focused on Tracy, staring at her like he was trying to decode an unfamiliar language. "We all thought you were dead. Finn, too. You walked away and never looked back--that's stone cold, darling. Color me impressed."

Her jaw clenched, her gaze clashing with Finn's before she looked away, and it didn't matter that four years had passed. He knew what she'd been thinking the day she'd walked out of Sector Five, out of his life. Once Mac set his sights on a girl, her opportunities narrowed to two--survive as long as she could as a high class junkie whore, or die trying to get out.

Tracy had picked the path that wouldn't take him down with her.

Finn rolled his shoulders, letting himself really feel the familiar weight of his shoulder holster. His gun was right there in easy reach. Two big steps, and he could have it shoved under Mac Fleming's jaw. He owed Tracy that much.

Christ, he owed her everything.

"You cost Dom his O'Kane ink," Mac continued, his voice taking on a wicked, sharp edge as he pulled her hair harder, pulled until a whimper escaped her. "Have you seen his scars? He's eager to show them to you. Every...single...one."

Finn didn't choose to move, but then he never made choices when it came to Tracy. Every damn time she had brushed his life, he'd stumbled forward without control or reason.

He didn't stumble now, just took those two steps and dug the barrel of his gun under Mac's chin. "Let her go. Now."

Mac's eyes went wide before narrowing as he barked out a laugh. "You stupid bastard."

Finn ground the gun deeper into the man's flesh, pressing up until Mac had to stretch onto his toes. "I'm not telling you again. You can let her go back to Sector Four and fuck what Dom wants, or I'll blow off the top of your head right now."

Mac stared back at him, his eyes burning with outrage. "Do it. Neither one of you would make it out of here al--"

Finn squeezed the trigger. One shot, and it splattered Mac Fleming's fucking brains all over his office.

It was loud, reverberating through the room as Finn watched his boss fall to the floor. Putting another round in his head as insurance would have been smart--just to be sure he was well and truly beyond saving, even with regen tech--but Mac's last words had been truth.

If Finn wanted to get them out of Sector Five alive, he didn't have bullets to waste.

Want to find out how everyone's favorite bartender faces down her past?
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Book #1:
Beyond Shame

Book #2:
Beyond Control

Book #3:
Beyond Pain

Novella #3.5:
Beyond Temptation

Book #4:
Beyond Jealousy

Novella #4.5:
Beyond Solitude

Book #5:
Beyond Addiction

Book #6:
Beyond Innocence

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Beyond Ruin

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Kit Rocha is actually two people--Bree & Donna, best friends who are living the dream. They get paid to work in their pajamas, talk on the phone, and write down all the stories they used to make up in their heads.

Beyond Shame is their first dystopian erotic romance. They also write paranormal romance as Moira Rogers. You can learn more about their work at
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TLTSNBN, a truly fine, smart group of ladies. First round's on us, and we've got the bail money if you get arrested on Bourbon Street.

We also need to thank our editor, Sasha Knight, for putting up with us when we say "ground" but we really mean "floor." Our proofreader, Sharon Muha, who catchest the sneakiest and most embarrassing of mistakes. (See, we needed you here!) The Keeper of the O'Kane Bible, Lillie, for keeping track of Rachel's eye colors so Ace could appreciate them all.

And the best beta readers in the world, Tracy Meighan and Jay AhSoon Samia, who always go to bat for the O'Kanes like it's a Friday night in the cage.

Beyond Jealousy

Copyright © 2014 by Kit Rocha

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