Demand (2 page)

I
sit inside the shower, the water's spray washing blood from my jeans and T-shirt and splattering Kayden, who kneels in front of me. And while my hand trembles with the weight of the Glock I point at him, the lies I'm certain he's told me shred my heart. “I want the truth,” I demand.

“Give me the gun, Ella,” he orders softly, his voice a tight band of control I want to break, his piercing blue eyes unreadable, the absence of a real answer painfully telling.

“Make me trust you and I will.”

“You already trust me, and with good reason. I would die for you.”

“Because I'm important to you,” I say, and I don't even try to keep the accusation from my voice. “The question is
why
.”

“Ella,” he breathes out. “Don't do this.”

“Do you know who I am? Not this ‘Rae Eleana Ward' person you turned me into. Do you know who I was before I was attacked in that alleyway?”

“No, I do not.”

“Yet I just told you about that butterfly necklace, and you already have a photo of it in your office.”

“Put the gun down, Ella.”

“That's not an answer. That's a dodge and weave, and you never dodge and weave with me. And I
hate
what that means.”

“You're jumping to conclusions.”

“Were you after the necklace when you found me in that alleyway? Were you
always
after it?”

“Damn it, Ella.
Give me the gun
.”

“No. I
will not
give you the gun. Answer the damn questions.”

His hands flatten on his jean-clad knees. “Listen to me, sweetheart. This is not about a dodge and weave. It's about this being the wrong time to do this.”

“Is there ever a good time to have a gun held on you?”

He stares at me, his eyes unreadable, but then I'm not sure they ever were readable. “I haven't lied to you, Ella,” he says. “Not one lie.”

“You just omitted facts.”

His answer is to move before I can, leaning under the spray of water and closing his hand over mine and the gun. I have a split second to decide whether to pull the trigger or let him take my weapon . . . but I can't hurt him—even if he might hurt me. I relax my grip and stand up, shoving open the door and exiting the shower.

“I let you have the gun,” I hiss, whirling on him, the puddle at my feet instant, the chill in my bones getting colder with every word I want him to say. “I could have shot you before you took it.”

“But you didn't,” he says, setting the gun on the counter, drops of water clinging to his naked chest while it literally pours off of me. “Because you care about me, just like I do you. Before I go attend to business, we need to cut through your anger.”

“
Anger
isn't what this is.”

“Then tell me. What is it?”

“Apparently business.”

“You are not business,” he says, taking a step toward me.

“Stop,” I warn, backing into the counter, my hands grabbing it behind me, but he doesn't listen. He closes in on me, his big, overwhelmingly hard body caging mine, the heat of that connection a drug threatening to consume me. “Maybe I should have shot you,” I hiss in frustration, my hands moving to grip his unmovable shoulders, stupid tingling sensations shooting up my arms.

“You don't mean that,” he says. “And I know
you
know that there are times I have to put business front and center.”

“Am I one of those times?”

“I'm not using you, Ella. Nothing could be further from the truth. You are in my bed. You are in my life. And you are in parts of me I didn't think anyone could find again.”

It's so much of what I want to hear, and yet not enough. “Then tell me that you didn't know about the necklace before I told you about it.”

“I swear to you, I didn't know
you
knew about the necklace.”

“So you knew about it.”

“Yes,” he confirms. “I knew.”

“And yet you didn't tell me that when I brought it up.”

“Like you said. You'd
just
told me. I hadn't had time to try and put together the puzzle.”

“The puzzle is
me. Me
, Kayden. And I'm not supposed to be in the dark about me.” I shove against him, growling with how ineffective I am. “Damn it, stop trapping me and bullying me! Let me go—then
you
go.”

“I already told you,” he says, holding me easily, his hands tightening at my waist, “I'm not letting you go. You matter too much to me.
We
matter to me.”

More words that I want to hear, which scares me. Am I blind with this man? Am I falling in love, and into stupidity? “I have so many reasons to kick and scream and push you away right now.”

“You do,” he agrees. “You probably should, but please don't.” In contrast to that plea, he releases me, his hands coming down on the counter on either side of me, boxing me in. “And not tonight. Not with Enzo fighting for his life.”

It is a plea; raw and real, that no one can fake, and the anger I've denied but feel evaporates and my hands go to his arms. “I don't want to leave. I just want to know the truth you haven't told me, whatever it is. We'll figure out where to go from there.”

“There are many truths I want to tell you, and others I do not—starting with the truth about tonight.”

Dread fills me. “What about tonight?”

“I killed Raul's brother after he shot Enzo. And that will not come without consequence.”

“Isn't Raul the kingpin of the cartel?”

“Yes.”

“Oh God.” My hands go to his chest, his heart thundering under my palms. “Do they know it was you or The Underground?”

“If they don't, they're too damn resourceful not to find out.”

“What does that mean? What are we going to do now?”

“We?
Is
there a ‘we,' Ella?”

“Kayden!” Adriel shouts from down the hall. “Where the hell are you?”

“Fuck,” Kayden murmurs, straightening and cupping my face. “I have to go. He would have waited downstairs if this wasn't important.” He kisses me fast, hard, and it's over far too soon. He releases me and turns away, and in a blink he's gone.

In about two seconds, I've decided I can't stay in this tower and wonder if we're about to be attacked. I grab the gun from the counter and shove it into my dripping-wet purse, then snatch up a towel before dashing out of the bathroom and through the spare bedroom. Exiting into the chilly long hallway, I see no sign of Kayden or Adriel. I run to the center stairs and lean over the railing. “Kayden! Is everything okay?”

Silence replies, confirming I've taken too long to catch him. I start down the stairs, only to see splattered blood and water all over the place. Freezing for a moment, in my mind's eye, I am back in the foyer of the castle, and Enzo is lying in the center of the floor, blood pouring from his body. Suddenly, I need out of these clothes, and I hurry back up the stairs, cutting left toward the room I share with Kayden, and . . . oh wow.

I am dizzy, and I grab the wall, holding on. Abruptly, I am transported back to my old family home, kneeling next to my father as he bleeds to death, begging him to wake up,
demanding
that he wake up, and . . . God. Wake up! Get up!
The scent of the fresh-baked cookies we'd been eating before the attack brushes my nostrils, turning my stomach.
Wake up!
I shake him—and then everything goes black.

Dizziness overtakes me again, and I try to focus, finally blinking in light, and then my surroundings, and . . . oh God. I'm not in the hallway anymore. I am standing in the closet of our bedroom, and I am not sure how I got here. My hand goes to my head and I breathe in and out, trying to remember the walk here, scared when I can't. “What just happened? What the hell
just happene
d
?”

Trying the blinking thing again, since it worked once, I lower and lift my lashes, but I still have no clue how I got here. My only comfort is that I
am
still here—not somewhere else. I tell myself this is a residual effect from my healing concussion, but my attack in the alleyway was more than a week ago now. And a blackout when I'm this far into healing can't be a good sign. But neither is Kayden's rapid departure, on the tail end of telling me he's killed the kingpin's brother.

I towel off my hair, strip off my wet, bloody clothes, and quickly dress in black jeans and a black T-shirt, hating that I make those choices because of possible exposure to more blood. But that is the reality, and exactly why I shove my feet into black Keds and pull on a black hoodie. Walking into the bathroom, I grab the hair dryer and put it to use on my hair, my purse, and even my phone. As I do so, I wonder what it would be like if my dyed-brown hair were red again. What would it be like if I knew the truth of how I got here? What would it mean if Kayden and I had answers, not questions, between us?

Shaking off the thought, I test my phone, which somehow still works, and I stick it and my gun in my now semidry purse. Shoving the strap over my head and across my chest, I step into the cozy bedroom of brown and cream with high ceilings and bring the massive bed, which I hope to continue to share with Kayden, into view. Memories and emotions created in this room stir inside me, only to be muted by the sound of the alarm going off inside the security closet, by the fireplace.

Startled, I go to the closet and punch the button by the mantel to enter, then sit down at the desk built into the wall to quickly scan the exterior castle's camera footage, but I find nothing obvious. Certain the alarm wasn't an error, I waste no time making my way out of the bedroom, down the hall and winding tower steps, to the arched wooden door separating our tower from the rest of the castle. Punching the button on the wall next to the door, I watch it lift, and before it's even at the halfway point I'm under it, exiting to the castle's center foyer. I expect to find commotion filling the room, and my heart falls when I discover I am alone—and all remnants of Enzo's emergency, including the carpet he'd bled on, are missing.

Fearing the worst, I ignore the east tower where Adriel, Marabella, and Giada live, and dash toward the stone stairwell leading to the central tower, where most of The Underground business takes place. I'm two steps from the top when the sound of the east wing's door begins to hum. I whirl around and watch Giada and Adriel enter the foyer below, Adriel's big, stocky body dwarfing her petite frame. Both seem to be scowling.

“Adriel, stop walking,” Giada demands, her dark wavy hair bouncing around her face. “Stop and talk to me.” He keeps walking, but she stays with him. “You said you were done with The Underground.” She switches to Italian, as if that might make him listen.

Seeming to be at his wits' end, Adriel turns to face off with her, and I have a bad feeling that his choice of all black isn't about hiding blood. It's about fighting. It's about the cartel and war.

“Ella.”

At the sound of Kayden's voice, I turn to find him standing just at the top of the stairs, and he's also wearing black jeans and a black T-shirt, with a double shoulder holster, the attire seeming to confirm my concern. This
is
war.

“What's happening?” I ask, hurrying to the landing to join him, one main worry overtaking all else. “Please tell me Enzo's not dead.”

“He's alive, thanks to you.” Kayden motions down the hallway to his right. “We moved him to a bedroom and Nathan's working to stabilize him.”

“If he's not stable, why was he moved?”

“Gallo triggered the alarms, snooping around outside the gates. He can't get onto the grounds, but the timing is of enough concern that we can't ignore it.”

“Did he see something when you were rescuing Enzo?”

“Nothing that we're aware of. But where Gallo is concerned anything is possible.”

“Damn you, Adriel!” Giada yells on a sob, and I twist around to watch her march toward the east tower while Adriel walks toward us.

“It's time that girl is relocated,” Kayden murmurs irritably. “No matter how Adriel feels about it.”

I turn back to him. “She's afraid he's going to fight and die, like Kevin, her father, and maybe Enzo. Has the cartel found us?”

“If things go as planned, we won't be fighting.”

“Considering you're heavily armed, I'm not comforted. What does that mean?”

“You're safe here now. I contacted the cartel and headed off an attack.”

“You did
what
?”

“I don't do the sitting-duck routine well, sweetheart. In fact, I don't do it at all. And as it turns out, Raul's brother was trying to challenge his role as king. Raul now wants to share an expensive bottle of tequila with me tonight, to celebrate his brother's death.”

“No. No, this is a setup. This is a trick. You'll get there and he will kill you. Tell me you aren't considering this.”

“We confirmed the rift between him and his brother. This is a good gamble.”

“Gambling is for Vegas, not your life. Do a virtual toast with the man and forget the tequila already.”

“It's not that simple, sweetheart. Nothing with these people ever is.”

“Again, what does that
mean
? I'm pulling teeth here! Just tell me everything. I
need
to know everything, Kayden.”

“The way Raul sees things, we've disrespected him by trying to steal from him.”

“But you
didn
'
t
try to steal from him. You told Enzo to find the painting and report the location to his client. Not take it.”

“Whether Enzo followed orders or not, he is my man, my Hunter, and by default, I'm responsible for his actions. I now owe Raul a favor.”