LANE BROTHERS: 5 Books Billionaire Mafia Romance Bundle, page 40
“You want to lie and hurt us, I will make sure you regret it, but if, if you want to be one of us and live the happiest life you will ever have, you got to work for it. Understand?”
Is that what I want? I know it is. I’ve seen my babies in Jared Lane’s eyes since the moment I first got a glimpse of the dark blue depths. I want everything I could ever possibly have with the man. Babies. Marriage. Hell, I’d take mistress status and die happy just to have that little piece of him.
But I’m not good enough for him anymore and I know it. Who wants a woman who lied and cheated for months while he did nothing but be nice to me?
My parents are right, I’m nothing and I never will be. Why should I saddle the Lanes with my traitorous hide when I belong in that nest of vipers who spawned me?
“Miah—”
“You’ve got a lot of thinking to do, honeydew. Now stop those tears I see brewing there and get some rest. You look worse than shit and I don’t want Trace and Clari getting all upset when they see you tomorrow.” He smiles, losing that deathly serious look so fast, my head is spinning in shock when he turns and leaves with a chuckle.
It’s only when he’s gone and I’m left completely alone that I let out the breath I’d been holding and my heart-rate monitor stops going crazy. I let the tears that I’ve been holding back go and start streaming in silent tracks down my cheeks.
This is why I was so relieved to be halfway to dead in that alley, and why waking up in the first place was a hard pill to swallow. Not only do I have to live with the knowledge that I am alone and worse off than I was before, but I now have Jared’s hatred to bear as well as my own.
I’ve lived with this self-loathing for months and only once contemplated ending it all quickly, and yet now—as I lie in this bed, broken, bruised, and hurting in every cell I possess—I know that those feelings weren’t the worst I could feel.
I am weak and pathetic and nothing like the woman I’d once hoped to be. No, Cleo took that away from me with her kind smiles and treacherous tongue and I’m as dead inside as they could have made me.
But Jared deserves better, and no matter how much it hurts, I’ll do everything in my power to ensure that when this is all said and done, I will be gone enough that he can forget my existence.
I just hope the sacrifice I’m planning to make will be enough to fix the monumental mistakes I’ve made, and maybe one day they’ll remember me with some sort of fondness and a kind word for the girl I used to be.
“We need to talk.”
I squeak and peep at the door when that growl reverberates through the room, only to see Jared standing in the doorway, glaring at me so fiercely that I feel cornered.
“Yes, we do. Jared, I—”
“You’ll be transferred to our home sometime during the course of the day where a private nurse will care for you while you convalesce. My family have graciously offered you a safe place to heal while we sort this mess out, but—”
“No! Just let me go home.”
Please, please, please just let me go home. I have items there that need to be retrieved and a backup plan that may not be the world’s most genius notion, but if I work things just right I think we should be able to bring the Patriots down before things get worse.
Most importantly, we should do it before they get Lynn out of her little cage. Yeah, I heard everything that day, when they beat me so bad I lost half a molar to Clyde Rydell’s fist.
They want that feral animal back and they’ll stop at nothing to get her now that Cleo’s out of the game.
I can’t allow that, not with what I saw happening most recently.
Chances are I’m not the only traitor. I saw Roman Lane. I saw what that man is capable of, and if that was real and not him setting the Patriots up, then the Lanes are facing worse than Lynn.
“You will go where I tell you to go, Paulette Hayes, and you will do what I tell you to do, or you’ll have worse to face than those animals we saved you from.”
Oh God.
“Jared, please, there’s so much you don’t—”
“I understand everything, Paulette. I saw it with my own eyes. You’re a liar and a traitor to everything this country stands for. What the fuck do you think they’re planning to do? Release marshmallows in the city center?!” he yells, making me cringe at the violence in his tone.
“Jar—”
“You heard about the attack on that train in Boston last month? That was the Patriots. You read about that theft at the bio lab in Texas? Who the fuck do you think that was? They have weapons and money and enough manpower to level a small city, Paulette!”
“As if I don’t know!” I yell, pushing up despite the pain the action brings. “I know that, Jared! Jesus, I gathered enough evidence to the fact and got caught doing it!”
That’s what led to my beating.
Clyde caught me trying to hack into Cleo’s computer files because I was reckless and stupid and so desperate to get out and run that I didn’t watch my own back.
I have so much that will help the Lanes, so much that will at least point them in the right direction, and yet I don’t think that will be half enough to get them what they need soon enough.
I need to get home and get my stuff, I have to, no matter how dangerous it is. I just wish he’d understand it.
“You mean they gave you enough evidence to feed us and throw us off the trail.”
“No—”
“The nurse will be in with food and a change of clothing for you shortly. Eat and get yourself cleaned up. We’re going home.”
He turns without even looking back and I’m left frustrated, afraid, and hopeless. So much for earning a little absolution.
Chapter Two
Jared
She’s so fucking fragile right now that I can hardly stand to look at her without losing my shit. Well, I can hardly stand to look at her without grabbing her up and shaking some sense into her foolish little head, so instead of staying to listen to whatever lie she has tripping on the tip of her little tongue, I turn on my heel and walk away, hoping that some distance and fresh air will calm me down.
How is it possible to still want her after what I just learned? But I do, and by God I will have her for myself if I have to rip this world apart to get her.
She’s mine. I think I knew it the moment I first laid eyes on her, no matter how many times I told myself no.
My cupcake is perfection, pure womanly perfection from the top of her deep brown tresses and golden brown eyes all the way down to her willowy curves and that full mouth.
I’ve wanted her from that first moment and the need has only gotten that much stronger the more I got to know her. I find it adorable that she has ten stray cats that she feeds and sneaks into her bedroom, and even more adorable that she wears her underwear back to front when she’s nervous because she read somewhere that it’s good luck and she believes it.
Everything about my helpless little cupcake is perfect for the big, strong, conqueror in me, and I fucking want her, everything else be damned. So she lied a little and got mixed up with the wrong crowd. What impressionable young woman hasn’t fallen into that trap before?
It’s not the end of the world, not after seeing her broken little body in that alley and learning that I could very well lose her. She’s only here with me now because Pop flew in one of his surgeon buddies and the man managed to repair the bleed in one of her kidneys.
I doubt she even knows how extensive her injuries are thanks to all the pain meds they’ve been pumping into her at my insistence, but that’s for the best right now.
I don’t want her thinking about how close she came to death. Shit, I can’t think about it without breaking into a cold sweat and seeing spots.
Hell, I can’t allow myself to think of any of it right now without my chest threatening to explode and free the bleeding heart thumping in its recesses.
I’ll remember every second of racing towards her with dread and pure terror for the rest of my life.
The car ride into the city was unbearable and I almost didn’t make it without accident, but the rest…
To run into that alley and see a little lump of barely breathing, bloody, bruised flesh…to finally get my hands on her, only to feel her weak pulse and listen to her rattling breaths…
That almost destroyed me to the point that I knew I could never let her go, no matter how hurt and pissed I am at her.
She almost died.
That thought keeps replaying in my head on an endless loop that threatens to drive me insane if I allow myself to even think it. And now here we are, almost a full twenty-four hours later. She’s not only alive, but she woke up to give me shit.
That thought makes my lips twitch and I rub at my chest as the affectionate ache sets in. My cupcake, my precious little jewel, is with me and she’s coming up swinging just as I’ve been coaching her to do for months.
Don’t get me wrong, I still see my girl in there with all her fear and heartache and that shyness that makes my cock so hard. Sometimes I’d have to end our calls early just to jerk off before I went nuts with need.
But the woman I know lurks beneath the surface is the one who opened her eye and glared at me despite the danger she must have felt coming off me in waves, and I fucking love it.
She’s not afraid. Well, not terrified, at least, of showing me some of those claws she’s been honing and it’s such a turn-on that I know I’ll have to stay away from her for a while or risk harming her if I can’t control myself.
“Hey, man, you’re leaving Paulie alone?”
I whip around to see Wyatt and Ellie coming my way as I step out of the hospital and breathe in the muggy air of late afternoon.
“She’s eating and the nurse is gonna give her a sponge bath,” I say, leaning down to peck Ellie on the cheek as Wyatt lets out a low growl and frowns darkly.
Christ, the man is a possessive ape when it comes to his wife, and just the thought of me having that with my cupcake makes my dick cry out in distress.
“Calm down, Tarzan. Can’t a man say hello to his little sister without your beast coming out?”
“No. Keep your lips to yourself. Or better yet, kiss your own mate and leave mine alone,” Wyatt says, wincing at the elbow Ellie drives into his gut.
“Hush, Wyatt, your brother is going through a difficult time and needs all the love we can give him. Come here, you big softy!” she coos, grabbing me into a hug that makes my bones creak with the strength of her arms enfolding me.
“Christ, Ellie, you been eating all your spinach, girl?” I tease, closing my eyes and hugging her back for dear life.
“Yup.” She giggles, pulling away with a smile that looks sad and yet happy at the same time. “She’s okay? Miah said she woke up—”
“She’s alive, which is a fucking miracle to begin with.”
“Language, asshole,” Wyatt says and Ellie and I both grin.
My brother hates it when we curse in front of his wife, and yet I have not met a fouler mouthed motherfucker in my life. Double standards is what it is.
“Oh, Jared, I’m so glad. I hardly slept all night, and me and Ma and Clari prayed so hard for her. How is she?”
I run a hand through my hair and breathe out heavily, doing my best to keep my anger at bay as I fill them in on Cupcake’s condition.
“She looks like hell. Whoever took their fists to her did a stellar job of roughing her up. Her eyes are almost completely swollen shut but for the little sliver she can crack the left one. Her mouth is a mess and she’s bruised everywhere. Three bruised ribs and she’s just come out of surgery because someone kicked her so hard, her left kidney was bleeding….”
I stop at the reminder and take a few slow breaths before continuing. Ellie looks horrified while Wyatt just looks ready to start killing, something I’d join him I if I actually had a target at hand right now.
The need to hurt something or someone is riding me hard and it’s taking all I got to just keep myself locked down and controlled right now.
“Fuck. They worked her over real well.”
I snort at Wyatt’s assessment and turn to enter the hospital again, needing to be close to Cupcake no matter how much it hurts me right now.
I haven’t even told them the worst of it yet, and I can’t say I ever will. Not this. The doctors did a thorough exam on her before rushing her to the OR, and what they found makes my anger so white hot, it’s all I can do not to start ripping the city apart in search of those fucks.
Cupcake had blood staining her thighs…a lot of blood that came from…and the doctors were so horrified…
I can’t continue thinking this way, I acknowledge as I hit the elevator with my family and it starts ascending slowly. If I let those thoughts in, I know I’ll lose it, and that’s not what Paulie needs right now.
I’m being hard on her at the moment, and maybe it’s some of my anger coming through, but for the most part it’s me needing to take charge and get her in line before she starts thinking stupid shit like she’s going home or…I just need her to be a little afraid right now so that I can get her where I need her without too much fuss.
When we’re home I will try to let go of some of my resentment, and I will try to listen to what she has to say. Part of me doesn’t want to even hear it, because it terrifies me to think how I’ll feel if she tells me she did it for that fuck Huley, her “fiancé.”
We step off of the elevator and I halt Wyatt and Ellie two doors down from Cupcake’s private room.
“Don’t do or say anything to upset her, and for God’s sake, do not let on how terrible she looks. Please. She’s already so self-conscious and iffy about that shit that I don’t want—”
“What the fuck do we look like, bro? I would never say anything to hurt her and neither would Ellie. Now calm your beat and breathe, yeah? We’re here to see our sister and make sure she’s okay,” Wyatt interrupts, squeezing my shoulder with a brotherly smile that eases some of the tightness in my chest. “She’s one of ours, no matter what came before. Family takes care of family, end of story. Now cool it and let’s go see how she’s doing.”
The nod I give him is one of thanks and gratitude because he understands what I’m going through right now, and I’m so glad not to be the only one feeling this shit.
“No! I told you to leave me alone! Haven’t you done enough?”
Everything inside me stalls and then starts beating a wild rhythm when I hear her voice, and I march into her room, Wyatt and Ellie hot on my heels. Cupcake is sitting up, close to tears and so pale, her sheets have more color.
I spot her parents standing beside her bed, their faces twisted with what I can only describe as malice and desperation.
“Paulette! You will come home right now and stop this nonsense at once!” Tanya Hayes says shrilly, making me grateful that my girl is nothing like this washed-up old windbag. “You have commitments to this family, and by God I will see you carry them out.”
Her voice makes me think of nails on a chalkboard, and that pinched expression reminds me of old Mrs. Talbot, my math teacher and the bane of my existence in the fourth grade.
And that father of hers…
“What the hell is going on here?” I snarl, stalking over to Cupcake when all the Hayeses do is glare and lift their noses at me. “Paulette?”
Her eyes are swimming in tears and I curse when I look down to see half-moons dotting the skin of her delicate arm where her mother must have grabbed hold of her.
“I didn’t do this, I swear,” she says softly, her lip trembling. “They just came in and started demanding I go home. Andrew is—”
“Dead if he so much as breathes near her again,” I finish, lifting my eyes to glower at her parents.
“Now see here, young man. Andy is within his full rights to want his fiancée back. Paulette—”
“Is hurt and in need of care right now. Care that I will be providing her as my fiancée. Now you’re either here to check on her and show some fucking well-earned concern, or you can get the hell out and leave her alone. She’s been through enough.”
They all still, Cupcake included, and I want to kick myself when her eyes start going glossy and a lone tear slips free. This is why I stay away from her. The woman only has to turn those hurt eyes on me and I’m ready to fall to my knees and promise her the world.
The Hayeses finally collect themselves, no doubt shocked at my words, and start yelling all at once, making my teeth ache because I’m grinding my jaw so hard.
“Your fiancée? Paulette! You know that you’re promised to Andy,” Tanya starts screeching, making us all wince.
My baby just glares and curls her injured lip in disdain.
“No. I know that you’ve been trying to sell me off to the highest bidder for years and that I never once agreed. I’ll marry that no-good, lying bag of excrement the day a snowball makes it out of hell intact,” she hisses, gasping for breath when her agitated movements wrench her injured ribs.
Her words are received about as well as my earlier statement was, and I watch in fury as the witch lunges forward and grabs hold of Cupcake with a snarl, her fingers digging into the purple bruise on her right wrist.
I’m about to rip her fingers clear off when I see Ellie move so fast, I feel the air stir around us before she grabs Tanya and whips her into the wall behind them.
“You touch her again and it’ll be the last Goddamned thing your miserable hide ever does, Cruella. Now back the fuck off my sister and skedaddle before I drop this civilized exterior and take off my earrings.”
“You—”
“Nuh-uh, I’d rethink whatever you’re about to say lady, or I’m going to get real mad about the fact that you dared slither your ugly ass in here and upset Paulie while she’s in pain and recovering from surgery,” Ellie warns, taking a step closer as Tanya’s mouth flaps open.
“Ellie, baby—”
“Hush, Wyatt,” she says softly before turning her glare on the father and spitting crudely. “We all know exactly what sort of family you people are, and I’ll be Goddamned if I let our Paulie deal with you yahoos a moment longer. Now you’re either here to show concern or you aren’t. Your choice, but the end result will be the same. Paulie is coming home to us where she belongs, and there’s not a thing you can do about that.”
