for a couple of months before he started acting really strange, he would snap at us for the smallest things. He vanished again but only for three days. When he came back he was high and paranoid, he kept saying they were coming for him. To this day I still don’t know what he had done,” she says.
“What happened next?”
“That night he refused to move away from the window. He freaked my mom out and my dad couldn’t take it any longer, he left to go to the bar and an hour later four guys turned up shouting that my brother had to pay. Billy used our mom as a shield against them and eventually they were shot and they both died.”
“Shit Ray, I’m so sorry,” I say, moving to wrap my arm around her.
“It later came out that he had joined a motorcycle club, a job had gone wrong and Billy went on the run. That club had changed him into someone we didn’t know.”
There was more to it than she was letting on but I don’t want to push her. I heard the real reason for her leaving this morning without her having to say it.
“You’re scared that Mark is going to change?” I ask, pretty certain I was right.
“I think I love your brother, Michael, but I can’t watch him change like my brother did.”
Sweet, beautiful Rayna. Another element to her that I would never have guessed about her. All this time and she has been carrying around the truth about her family and yet she shows no emotion about it around anyone. She is strong no like no other woman I have met. She deserves happiness and it pains me to admit it but my brother did make her happy, well, until he didn’t.
“If it helps I think my brother loves you too. You’re just getting to know him but I have known him all my life and I can promise you that he isn’t like your brother. No matter what happens in the future he will always be the man you first met. Mark is strong, physically and mentally. He doesn’t take anything lightly and he is a meticulous planner, he would never put you in danger, nor would I,” I promise her.
“We’ll see,” she murmurs, not looking convinced.
When she buries her head into my chest I regret trying to push her back into Mark’s arms.
“Thanks for the chat but I should go back in, I’m surprised Hank hasn’t yelled for me yet.”
Once again, the smile is back and her secrets are hidden behind it. I push off the bench and by the time I’m riding away from the diner she’s back to taking orders and running around for other people.
Mark was sitting on the front steps of the house when I got back.
“How is she? It doesn’t take a genius to work out why you stopped at the diner,” he says.
“She’s okay and in love with you.”
For a man to hear a beautiful woman is in love with him you would think he would be happy about it but not Mark, he just frowns and looks down to the ground.
“She has a right to be worried about what we’re trying to do here but I told her she’s safe with you and always would be. She has insecurities but if you give her time she will be back.”
I don’t know why I am telling him this. I should be taking advantage of their split.
“You told her that?” he asks, looking up at me disbelieving as usual.
“I did. Know this though brother, if she does come back and you hurt her or let anything happen to her, I won’t care if you’re my blood, I’ll make you pay.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” he smiles.
We hug it out briefly before going our own ways. I meant every word I said, if he so much as makes her cry I will hurt him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mark
Before me sat fourteen guys ranging from nineteen years old to the oldest at thirty-one. All here for reasons unknown to me yet but here all the same. Micky is leaning against the bar off to my left and Michael and Oak are occupying a small table to my right. This meeting has been due for over a week now and with men turning up randomly it needs to be done now. We all need to know where we stand
Sommer Marsden
Christina Hollis
Julie Kagawa
M. Mabie
Mallory Kane
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Renee George, Skeleton Key
José Saramago
Tina Folsom
Jean Joachim