My heart hammered inside my chest as I jabbed the tip of the knife into his cheek and slashed downward until the two lines intersected, perfecting the V. I wiped the handle of the knife on my pants and tossed it in the bushes next to the house.
I stood and kicked Enrique in the ribs. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
I turned to Rick. Dumbfounded, he rubbed his hand across his mouth, his eyes wide.
“What crawled up your ass?” I snapped.
“Nothing.” He shook his head.
I started walking. “Are you coming?” I said as I glanced over my shoulder.
“Yeah, man.” He jogged to catch up with me, his gaze glued to the side of my face like he’d never seen me before.
“What?” I barked.
“With your background, I assumed you wouldn’t be as crazy as the rest of those cartel fuckers.”
“You shouldn’t assume anything. I’m a Vargas.” I shot him a bitter smile as I rounded the side of the SUV.
“Aren’t you going to finish that shit?” Rick asked, leaning his shoulder into the SUV.
“Finish what?”
“You need to kill that fucker or he’ll hunt you down and go after Hattie again.”
I spun around, eyeing Enrique’s huddled body. He had rolled to his side, curling into a ball with his hand pressed to his cheek. My need for revenge had fizzled marginally in the last few minutes, but then I remembered the look on Hattie’s face before Noah threw her over his shoulder. The way her body trembled and her eyes dilated scared the shit out of me. Her high-pitched cries would haunt me for years.
“You’re right.” I grabbed Rick’s gun from his hands, aimed and pulled the trigger.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
I handed him the gun and flung open the driver’s side door. “Move. I’m driving.”
Eric eyed me guardedly, and then he nodded. “Whatever you want. This is your show,” he mumbled as he climbed into the passenger seat.
Chapter Eleven
Hattie
I pushed up, bracing my body on my elbows as my eyes scanned the darkness swallowing the room. The floorboards squeaked. A loud scream erupted from my mouth, ringing in ears. Arms circled around my waist. I swung my hands and my open palms connected with flesh. I curled my fingers into weapons, clawing at everything within my reach.
Someone pinned my arms to my sides. Short panting breaths exploded from my mouth. Fear crawled up my throat, suffocating me. My muscles stiffened, preparing for battle.
“Shh. It’s me. It’s Ryker,” he whispered next to my ear. “You’re safe. You’re going to be okay.”
I inhaled his familiar spicy sea scent, and the tension in my muscles evaporated. My heart slowed and my sluggish brain cleared. “Where am I?”
He didn’t say anything for a few drawn out seconds. Instead, he stroked the back of my head lazily as he hummed softly in my ear. “You’re in my room at my dad’s compound.”
As much as I hated the Vargas compound and everything it symbolized in my mind, relief zipped through my veins. I was safe here. Nothing would happen to me. Ryker would make sure of it. I cradled my head against his chest, savoring the moment. Savoring our connection. He rocked me back and forth silently. His strong, even heartbeat echoed in my ears, grounding me in the moment and away from the nightmare of the past few days.
“You should go back to sleep. You need your rest.” His fingertips slid down my sides, and the bed shifted as he stood.
“Where are you going?”
“I’ll be in the room next door if you need me.”
I gasped and held out my hands, reaching for him. “Wait. Don’t leave me. I don’t want to be alone.”
He tucked my hair behind my ear. “You need your rest,” he repeated.
“I won’t be able to sleep if you’re not here.”
“You did just fine without me. I’ll just get in your way.”
My brows furrowed as my mind scrambled to unravel his words. What was I missing? Something wasn’t right.
“No.” I shoved the sheets off my body. “Now that you’re here, I’m not letting you go again.”
“Hattie.” My name came out like a long drawn sigh.
“Ryker,” I responded in kind, kicking my legs over the side of the bed.
“When did you become so stubborn?” he mumbled more to himself than me.
I flipped on the light next to the bed. I searched his eyes for the glow of the affection I’d grown to love, but there was absolutely nothing. A blank void. A mask.
“What’s going on right now? Why are you running away from me? Did I do something wrong?”
“No. Of course not,” he said, his voice strained. His gaze bounced everywhere except on me.
“Then why won’t you look at me?” I grabbed his wrist. He glanced at the A Enrique burned into my arm, and then he looked away like he couldn’t stand the sight of me. I snorted. “You can’t be serious.”
“What?” he growled, the muscle in his jaw ticking. “I didn’t do anything.”
“You’re right. You didn’t.” I dropped his arm and stood up. “You don’t have to. It’s written all over your face.” I shook my head. “I get it. Explanations aren’t needed.”
My legs wobbled from disuse and exhaustion as I walked to the bathroom. I lamented my fate, the last three months, meeting Ryker, dating Evan…everything. At that moment, I hated myself. I hated my life. Why did everyone use me and reject me?
“You don’t understand anything.”
“Uh huh. Whatever,” I mumbled.
“Where are you going?”
“To the bathroom to shower.” I peeked over my shoulder. He alternated between flexing and curling his hands into tight balls. Obviously, our relationship had run its course—at least in his mind. He made me all these promises, and now he couldn’t even look me in the eyes. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. Go back to your room and do whatever you were doing.”
“No. Wait. I’ll stay. Let me help you.”
“Not if you’re going look at me like you’re going to be sick.” I didn’t turn around. I kept walking. I didn’t want to see the pity or disgust flashing across his face like a neon sign.
His arms circled my waist and he dragged me against his chest. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
My body battled with my mind. My body wanted to sink into his embrace and beg him to never let go. My mind wanted to fight him, scream at him, and curse him to hell.
“The look on your face says it all, but I don’t get it. Even Noah was more compassionate than you, and I’ll probably never see him again. You, on the other hand, can’t run away from me fast enough. You made me all these promises. Promises you have no intention of keeping. Are you going to ship me back to Evan again? Is that what this is about?”
He spun me around so fast, I felt like I had vertigo. “All this is my fault. I should’ve let you go. I should’ve stayed far away from your engagement party. Look at what I’ve done to you.”
“Are you talking about this?” I held up my arm, waving the still pink and puckered letter A above my head.
He swallowed and nodded.
“Well, I don’t give a shit about it. Just like everything that happened over the last few days, it will fade. It can be fixed. Everything can be fixed. I only care about us and our future.” I’d spent every moment of the last five days reliving our moments together and dreaming of being with him again and he was pushing me away…again.
“You’re right,” he murmured, guiding me into the bathroom by my shoulders. “We’ll take this one day at a time.”
He turned on the bath and poured some bath salts into the water. Without meeting my eyes, he pulled my t-shirt over my head and slipped my panties down my legs swiftly and without a comment. Goosebumps kissed my greedy skin, and I swayed on my feet. My soul wept for his touch. His kindness. His love.