Beyond Pain (3 page)

He was right. Cruz had settled in to Sector Four and life as an O'Kane, but only because he'd thrown himself headfirst into work. Running jobs for Dallas wasn't that much different from being a high-level, decorated military police officer in Eden. You did what your boss told you to do, no matter how ugly or dirty.

A soldier was a soldier.

"He still thinks about you, though." Bren pulled a credit stick out of his jacket pocket and pressed it into Coop's hand.

Coop tucked it into his pocket as they passed through the open door and into a warm, brightly lit kitchen. "Good. Maybe next time you come around, he'll unbend enough to visit."

The busty blonde bent over the stove turned with a smile of greeting that froze when she caught sight of Syd. Cooper's housekeeper wasn't much older than Bren, but she had a maternal streak a sector wide and a backbone stiffened by years of dealing with Coop and his protégés.

Syd didn't stand a chance. One second, she was still eyeing the hallway as if considering a bolt for freedom. In the next, Tammy had pressed a warm meat pie into the girl's thin hands and was sweeping her toward the stairs with the promise of a hot bath and clean clothes.

Coop watched them disappear with a look of fond amusement. "Suppose it's just as well Tammy's living here full-time now. She's good with the wary ones. Doesn't take any shit, but she doesn't scare them like my busted face seems to."

Survival--the strongest drive of all. "A hundred bucks says you still catch her trying to rob you tonight."

"I hope so," Coop replied heartily. "Those are the ones who have a chance. The ones who ain't done fighting."

"The ones like me?" Bren hit the living room first and dropped into his favorite chair in the corner.

Coop handed him a bottle of beer before claiming his spot on the throne-like recliner. "No one's quite like you, boy, and thank God for that. You wouldn't have stopped until you'd taken everything that
was
bolted down."

"I brought it all back." And so would this girl. She was beaten down, but not broken to the point of cruelty. Not yet.

He cracked open his beer with a glance at the label. Liam Riley was still the only brewer in town, and that wasn't likely to change. Rachel made plenty of beer in Sector Four, but her brew stayed in the sectors, where it wouldn't compete with her father's.

As if he could sense the thought, Coop lifted his own bottle. "How's Liam's girl? Still sitting snug with O'Kane?"

"Yeah." Bren skirted the news of her dancing and of her brief involvement with Cruz. None of those things were his to discuss.

"You come across the wall just for a visit, or did you have business in the city?"

Business.
Bren busied himself with his first gulp of beer, anything to postpone the inevitable answer the man wouldn't want to hear.

But Coop had always been good at reading between the lines. "Miller, huh? When're you gonna finally put a knife between that bastard's ribs?"

"When the time's right." A quick, easy answer, as if Bren hadn't spent hours trailing him.
Years
biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Lieutenant Russell Miller--Bren's former commanding officer, the man responsible for his banishment from the city. The mission had been simple: plant some contraband on a mid-level executive at one of the biggest import companies in Eden, a man suspected of embezzling funds. The resulting investigation would include his financial records, making the evidence-gathering process easy for his employer.

Simple, except the man hadn't embezzled anything, and he hadn't gone easy. He'd gone
public
, and Miller had denied ever giving Bren the order. Instead, he'd sacrificed him to the nonexistent mercy of a perfunctory military tribunal.

Bren tried to imagine Dallas doing the same, abandoning one of his men instead of owning up to his own failed maneuvers, but he couldn't do it. Miller was a man without conscience, without
honor
, and one day he would die for it.

"Hey." Coop snapped his fingers. "You goin' down the rabbit hole or something?"

"No." Bren drank more beer. It was smooth, with none of the bite Rachel brewed into hers. It made him miss home. "You heard about Three? The other sector leaders put Dallas in charge of cleaning up the shit Trent left behind."

"Is that what's going down?" The old man grunted. "Heard a hell of a lot of rumors, but they're nothing compared to Gareth Woods turning up with his throat slit. Been fifteen years since someone managed to murder a councilman."

Bren swirled the amber liquid in his bottle. "It's a mystery, all right."

"Ain't it? And that fancy lady from Two on the hook for it, and not a whisper of your boss anywhere."

"Maybe he wasn't involved." It wasn't exactly a lie, since Lex had been the one to take Woods down.

Coop grunted again. "Just as well. I hear Eden's got their fancy knickers in a twist over a whole mess of things."

Of course they did, because the sectors were in upheaval. Power fluctuations were unstable, dangerous. Maybe no one gave a shit that Gareth Woods--a councilman, one of their own--was dead. The man had been crooked, even depraved. But with the sectors in flux, they'd be watching anyway.

Bren changed the subject. "Anything else I should know? Word on the ground?"

Coop nursed his beer for a moment before nodding abruptly. "A lot of eyes on the sectors, but it's more than that." He hesitated. "The whole city's got a vibe, like something bad might go down, but we don't know what it is yet."

A warning, loud and clear. When the men with the helicopters and explosives got nervous... "Everyone's waiting to see what happens next, and whether they need to blow it all to hell and back."

"Wouldn't be the first time." Coop fixed him with a steady gaze. "You just make sure you're not standing there when it does. I put too much effort into you to have it all go to waste."

"I'm an O'Kane now. If it comes to that, you know exactly where I'll be."

Coop sighed. "I know. At least you've got Cruz to watch your back now. That's something."

It wouldn't be a visit to his friend and mentor, his surrogate father, if he didn't ask. "There's a place for you there, you know. No questions. Tammy, too."

"I know, but I still have a few comforts inside these walls. And Tammy's tough as nails, but she's an Eden girl to her bones." Coop's smile returned, amused and a little self-mocking. "She gets flustered at the idea of kissing before marriage. You O'Kanes would give her a heart attack."

"Could be. But I think you'd be surprised how fast that fades when you get outside of these walls."

"A lot of shit does," the old man acknowledged. "You look good, Bren. You happy out there?"

"I'm--" He had everything. Power, security, the kind of family he'd have killed for as a child on the streets in the slums of Eden. Not a damn worry in the world.

Except for Six.

His lips formed the words without his thought or consent. "You've had a lot of kids come through here. How broken is too broken? How do you know what you can't fix?"

Coop didn't answer right away. He twisted the beer bottle in his hand, staring at the label as he picked away at the edge. "No one's too broken. But you can't fix a damn thing. All you can do is figure out which ones want to fix themselves, then give them the tools to get the job done."

Wise words, and it was just as well. Bren wasn't the man anyone called to fix things. He tore them down, ripped them apart. Killed them and disposed of the evidence.

He wasn't a man meant to build things--Eden had made sure of that, both with his childhood and his military training--but maybe he could stand beside her while she picked up her pieces. And the truth, something she'd definitely never heard from Wilson Trent's lips--about her situation, about Bren himself--he could give her that, too.

Surely it would be enough.

Bren was used to being called to Dallas's office. The man handed out orders from behind his wide desk, inhabiting the space with an assurance that spoke of power.

The woman at his right hand, though... That was new.

Lex studied Bren as Dallas poured a round of drinks. She had stepped fully into her role as queen, all right, but it was obvious she didn't intend to plan parties and serve as eye candy on her man's arm. She was
in
it, advising Dallas every step of the way.

"Bren can handle it," she said finally. "And if he can't, he'll let you know. He won't let his ego choke the shit out of him."

"You hear that, Bren?" Dallas grinned. "Rare fucking praise, indeed."

Bren held his answering smile in check. "I didn't know I had an ego. What exactly am I handling?"

Dallas stabbed a finger down on the map spread out between them. "Sector Three."

Bren stared at the lines marking out the sector. So far, Dallas had sent the usual suspects over to Three--him, Jasper, and Mad. "Why me?"

Lex downed her whiskey shot. "Don't ask questions I already answered, Donnelly."

"There's what she said," Dallas agreed. "But it's also time. Lex and I need to focus on the bigger game. That means Jas is stepping up here in Four to cover more of the day-to-day shit, and I need someone I can trust keeping an eye on Three. Then there's Six." His lips twisted. "The girl. Not the sector, and that's fucking confusing. Don't suppose you've gotten a real name out of her yet?"

Bren arched an eyebrow.

Dallas sighed. "Fine, I'll deal with it. But
you
get to deal with
her
. I figure she can help you cut through a lot of the bullshit over there. She knows who's who, the lay of the land."

His first instinct was to refuse. She was still on shaky ground, barely trusted him, and maybe the last thing she needed was to go back there. But to not even allow her to make the decision for herself? Unacceptable. "She's not an O'Kane, not yet. If she says no?"

Dallas opened his mouth--then shut it and looked at Lex, who laid a hand on his shoulder and answered. "If she says no, that's fine. She can answer questions and provide information without budging. But if you're going, she'll want to go with you."

"Probably," Bren allowed, dropping his gaze once more to the map. "What's my objective?"

"Information, to start." Dallas bent and resurfaced with a second map, which he unrolled on top of the other one. It outlined Three, but large parts of it had been sketched vaguely with pencil, while other parts remained completely blank. "Ace pieced this together from the intel we have, but it isn't much. We need to know what's over there, who's got it, and who might try to take more when we're not looking. And if there are people in a bad way, people who could be loyal if we threw a little help in their direction... Well, I want to know that too, so I can take advantage of it."

Lex snorted. "It's not quite as mercenary as all that. Dallas O'Kane takes care of his own, and that now includes Sector Three."

Dallas glanced up at Lex, his lips twitching, but the look in his eyes was something Bren had never seen before. Quiet, peaceful satisfaction. "If the queen commands it," he murmured, the words carrying a teasing edge.

She threaded her fingers through the short hair at the back of his neck and held his gaze. "She does."

A private moment, but Bren couldn't bring himself to look away. All the kicking and fighting had come down to this--two people who knew each other inside and out, well enough to speak without words.

It was Dallas who broke the spell, quirking an eyebrow at Bren. "Stick to people who need our kind of support, but make a list for Mad. He'll coordinate all the feeding of the hungry and healing of the sick with his cousin."

"Got it." Bren rose. "You want me to head out after the party?"

"Sometime in the next few days, yeah." Dallas rolled up the map and offered it to him. "If you want something a little less unwieldy, Noelle's been working her way through my stash of tech. You can probably snag a tablet, but everything goes on the map. I want a hard copy."

"Understood." He tucked the paper under his arm. "I know this is about intelligence gathering, but what do you want me to do if I run into something really fucking wrong?"

That fast, Dallas made the transition from love-struck man to ruthless leader. "I want you to clean house."

They'd made a few contacts in Three already, people who would be more than willing to help him eliminate the worst offenders. "I'll take care of it."

"Anything else you need?"

A clear dismissal, made clearer when Lex eased onto Dallas's lap. Bren nodded to them both and turned for the door.

"Bren?"

He tossed a look at Lex over his shoulder. "Yeah?"

"Don't get dead."

The loneliest place at a party was on the fringes. The edge of the crowd, just on the other side of belonging. That's where Six had expected to be, drifting off into invisibility while the O'Kanes hooted and hollered and welcomed two more into the fold.

She hadn't expected Bren to park himself next to her.

"You don't have to stand with me," she told him quietly as they watched Cruz down two shots of tequila and slam the empty glasses next to the four that had held whiskey and vodka.