Torn (Lords of the City #1) (56 page)

“You sound awfully sure about that,” Walt replied, his brow furrowed.

“Who would want to hurt me, Uncle Walt? Your investigator already cleared Ben. No one else has motive to want me in trouble. And Frank told me your PI has files on people linked to the Hollis family.”

“Still, I think it’s best that you stay at my place until this investigation is over. Or if you must, stay with Ethan. But I don’t want you alone at your place if the ADA has warned you’re in danger.”

Damn it, Uncle Walt.

“Ethan’s place?” Melissa asked, lifting one eyebrow with curiosity.

Uncle Walt turned beet red as he realized he’d spilled my secret. I opened my mouth to defend myself, but Mario chose that moment to reappear at our table.

“For your first course, I prepared all of my favorite appetizers. We have muscles steamed in white wine and herbs, hand tossed flatbread with assorted dipping oils, and, of course, some antipasti.”

He arranged the dishes on the table, then left again with a bow. The food remained untouched, all eyes on me.

“Why would you stay at Ethan’s house, Emily?” Melissa pressed.

I may as well tell them. This part was always going to suck. I just need to get it over with.

“Ethan and I have been back together for weeks,” I confessed.

“How did this happen?” Linda asked, excitement dancing across her face. Melissa was much less impressed by my news.

“You’ve been lying to us?” she asked.

I sagged in my seat and gripped my wine glass for support. “Ethan came to my place about a week after we broke up. He apologized. He explained things the way you did, Mel. I forgave him, and he offered to leave the team so Victor wouldn’t have anything to hold over him. But I couldn’t let him do that. Not once I understood how many people it would affect.”

“But you didn’t tell us,” Melissa said again.

“I know. And I’m sorry. It’s not that I didn’t trust you—”

She held up a hand. “That’s exactly what it’s like. Listen, Emily, I’m sure you had your reasons. And I’m thrilled you’re not in trouble anymore. I don’t want to ruin your night, so I’m just going to leave.” She slid down the booth, forcing Linda onto her feet and out of the way.

“Melissa, please—”

“We’ll talk about this later, Emily.”

She rushed from the restaurant without another word. I moved to follow her, but Walt grabbed my arm.

“She’ll calm down,” he promised. “Just give her some time.”

Linda sat back down and we locked eyes.

“Are you mad at me?” I asked, pressing my hand to my stomach.

She shook her head. “No. But I haven’t known you as long as Melissa. Her feelings are hurt. But Walt’s right, she’ll calm down. Now tell me what you’ve been up to with Ethan.”

***

I tried to enjoy the rest of dinner, but between Melissa storming away angry and Ethan being MIA, I was too distracted. I did my best to stay engaged in the conversations, but the moment the dessert plates were cleared, I made my escape.

I didn’t check my phone until I was safely in my car. Ethan had sent a single text asking me to stop by his place when I was finished at the restaurant. My heart sank and knots formed in my stomach as I navigated toward his neighborhood.

He didn’t say anything about the charges being dropped, not so much as a congratulations. And he didn’t apologize for missing dinner. Something else is on his mind. This can’t be good.

I pulled up to Ethan’s front door, my entire body shaking as I got out of my Prius. He opened the door before I reached it and wordlessly escorted me inside. His jaw was clenched, and he looked angrier than I’d ever seen him.

“Ethan, what’s going on?” I demanded, my words choked with worry. “Did you get my message about my meeting?”

He nodded and pulled me into his arms. “I’m glad the charges were dropped,” he said, his voice almost lifeless. “You look fantastic, Emily. I love your hair.”

I gripped his arms, needing his strength to hold on to. “Thank you, but don’t change the subject. You’re scaring me, Ethan. What’s going on?”

“Come on. Let’s go sit down,” he insisted, leading me to the sofa. I perched beside him on the edge of a cushion and searched his face, desperate for any sign of what had him so upset.

“When practice was over this afternoon, I saw your text,” he began slowly. “I came home to shower and get ready for the dinner.”

That explains why he’s wearing slacks and a button-up.

“My plan was to stop by my parents, tell them the news, and then meet you at Vinicio’s.”

My heart sank. “I take it they didn’t react the way you expected them to?”

He shook his head. “They don’t like you, Em. If I were you, I’d take that as a compliment. But it does present us with a problem.”

“How?” I demanded. “My name has been cleared. Victor has no grounds to release you from the team.”

“He made it clear that he’ll create grounds, if he has to. It wouldn’t be the first time. In a meeting I sat in on as a kid, Victor was trying to force one of his partners out of a casino. The guy wouldn’t play ball. A few days later, he was arrested with twenty kilos of coke in his trunk. He tested clean, mind you, and swore his innocence. But I’d bet every dime I have that Victor planted those drugs.”

“You really think he’d do something like that to you, just because he doesn’t like me? And how can he not like me? He and I haven’t even met. And your mother has spent all of five minutes with me. I don’t understand this, Ethan. Do they still think I’m guilty?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. I think it has more to do more with Victor’s will than anything, to be honest. He has twenty years on her. And if I’m still single when he passes, the inheritance is split twenty-eighty in her favor. But if I have a family, it goes to sixty-forty to me.”

The information was shocking. “You think she’s sabotaging our relationship over money?”

“That’s her motivation for everything else she does,” he replied grimly.

“So let me get this straight. If we keep seeing each other, your stepfather will probably set you up to take a fall for something you didn’t do so he can force you off the team because your mother is worried about how much of his money she’ll inherit?”

“That’s basically the gist of it,” he agreed. “It’s disgusting, I know.”

“Does Victor know that’s why she doesn’t want us together?”

“I doubt it. Victor gives her what she wants and doesn’t ask any questions. The ironic part is I don’t even want his fucking money. I paid enough attention growing up to know that a lot of it is dirty. And I’ve already earned more than half of his net worth all on my own.”

“
What?”

I knew Ethan had his own money. He’d mentioned his investments and business deals before. But he’d never given me a dollar figure, and I’d never asked. But I knew Victor Montez was worth roughly three billion dollars.

He gave me an amused smile. “I told you I could afford to give you whatever kind of life you wanted. Did you think we’d be using my parents’ money?”

“No… I… you never. More than
half
of Victor’s net worth? How?”

“You know how you send out announcements when you graduate high school and college?”

“Yes. I wish I could graduate twice a year. My uncle sent announcements to practically everyone we’d ever met. I think I raked in about two grand when I graduated high school, and five after college.”

“Exactly. Now imagine you’d sent your announcements to five hundred of the wealthiest people in the world.”

“Oh my God. How much did you get?”

“High school and college put together, I got half a million dollars in graduation money.”

My mouth fell open.

“I know… that’s kind of disgusting too. But I saw the money as my way to break away from my parents. I started investing in the stock market. When that started getting a little too risky, I cashed out and began investing in startups. I now own modest pieces in an extensive portfolio of worldwide businesses.”

I squinted, trying to understand. “What type of businesses?”

“All kinds. Restaurants, e-commerce companies. My EnvisonTech stock is probably worth the most. I bought low when they first went public and held out when they went through all that trouble last year. But those are just a few of the dozen investments I’ve made. We’ll go over them later; we’ve got more important things to think about at the moment.”

“Your parents.” The words came out half cringe, half sigh. “I don’t see what there is to think about, Ethan. If they don’t want us together, there’s not much we can do to change that. We’ll just have to keep hiding until the end of your season. And I guess this means we’re moving.”

Ethan nodded. “If I’m right about why my mother doesn’t want us together, there’s no way I can play for the Stallions next season.”

I gripped his hand, running my thumb softly over his thumb. “And you aren’t ready to retire… even though you can already afford to live another hundred lifetimes without ever working again.”

“I’m not ready to retire,” he agreed. “I still have four or five good years in me. And I definitely don’t want this nightmarish season to be my last. But I’ll retire now with a smile on my face if you tell me Portland is home.”

I leaned into him. “I’ve been here longer than anywhere else. But home has never been a particular place for me. Wherever the people you love are, that’s home. And I love you, Ethan.”

“Everyone else you love is here,” he reminded me. “I feel selfish for asking you to leave them.”

“No law says we can’t move back when you finally do retire,” I pointed out.

Ethan relaxed against the back of the couch and pulled me to his chest. “You know we’ve spent a lot of time talking about the future, but we’ve been dancing around one particular topic.”

“What topic is that?” I asked, already knowing exactly what he was talking about.

“Well, you’re willing to move away with me. You’re talking about moving back together years down the road… but neither of us have ever mentioned the ‘m’ word.”

I snuggled closer. “I just assumed we were on the same page about that.”

“Oh yeah? What page are you on?” he asked playfully, squeezing me a little tighter.

“The page where we get married and live happily ever after. What page are you on?” I leaned back and stared at him, pretending to be worried.

“That page, baby. Definitely that page.” My stomach twisted as he cupped my cheeks in his hands and kissed me hard on the lips. He pulled away, suddenly giddy with excitement. “Did we just get engaged?”

“I think so,” I agreed with a grin, happiness coming out of every pore.

“Do you want me to get down on one knee and do this the right way?”

I shook my head. The corners of my mouth ached from smiling so hard, but I couldn’t stop.

“I think the way it happened is perfect, thank you very much. It was exactly like the way we met… unplanned, unexpected, and exactly what was supposed to happen.” I kissed him again, slowly this time, reveling in the way his body felt against mine and the knowledge we’d be together forever. Ethan kissed me back just as passionately before pulling away in a sudden panic.

“Shit, was I supposed to ask for Walt’s permission?”

“No,” I assured him with an amused grin. “He’d see that as archaic. He won’t be ‘giving me away’ either, though I’m sure he’ll walk me down the aisle.”

“Let’s go ring shopping,” Ethan insisted. He kissed me again, then pushed me off his lap and moved for his keys.

“Slow down,” I teased. “We can’t so much as have a cup of coffee together right now, remember? What do you think your parents will do if they wake up tomorrow to see pictures of us ring shopping all over the internet? Besides, it’s like ten-forty-five. Jewelers aren’t open.”

“You’re right,” he agreed, sinking back onto the sofa. “I’m just too excited. I want to make this official and put a ring on your finger before you change your mind.”

“That’s the last thing you ever have to worry about,” I assured him. I snuggled up close again and looked into his clear blue eyes.

“This has been hands down the best day of my life. This morning, I was terrified I’d be carted off to prison any day. I was afraid we didn’t have a future. And now… now everything is so perfect. I love you so much, Ethan.”

“I love you too, Emily. And I’m committed to making sure you have the perfect future you deserve.”

I crawled back onto Ethan’s lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. I lowered my face to his, teasing his skin with my lips.

“I think a celebration is in order, Mr. McAlister,” I whispered.

Ethan shivered beneath me and ran one hand up the back of my neck, cradling my head.

“I think you’re right, Mrs. McAlister-to-be,” he replied before pressing his mouth into mine.

We moved together with fluid motions until I was on my back with Ethan hovering above me. I fumbled with the buttons of his dress shirt, unable to see what I was doing because I refused to take my lips off of his.

“Just rip it,” he directed urgently, dropping his lips to my neck. He teased it with long, passionate kisses and then sat up as I gripped either side of his collar. I tugged hard, sending mother of pearl buttons in all directions and exposing his perfect, chiseled chest. Ethan pulled the shirt down his arms and tossed it to the floor as I ran my hands down his hard abs. He unfastened his belt and kicked off his slacks as I slipped my hand down his boxer shorts. I gripped his long, thick cock and stared up at his perfect body. Ethan closed his eyes, moaning in pleasure as I stroked him.

“Oh God, Emily. I want you right now.”

“Then take me.” I released him and stripped out of my clothes in record time, desperate to be filled. He stood and stepped out of his boxer shorts before lifting me into his arms. I wrapped my body around Ethan and his cock pressed into my pelvis. I lowered one hand and pushed the head of it inside me as Ethan carried me toward the bedroom.

“Oh Christ, Emily,” he said into my hair as he staggered down the hallway. He let me fall a little, impaling me deeper. I held Ethan tight and with each step he took, his cock rubbed against a different place inside me. When we finally reached the bed, Ethan laid me on my back and drove the rest of his shaft deep. I cried out with pleasure and pulled Ethan’s face to mine.