Keep Me (Rebel Hearts Heists #2) - M. Sinclair Page 0,1
I’ll ever be able to forget that moment. Now, we have no idea what’s going to happen and I don’t know if this is any better than the Pierce situation.
My hands tighten together. Fucking Pierce.
He’s a huge part of the problem and I’ll be damned if he gets off scot free after all the shit he did, after almost killing River. While I’m still mad at Kaden, I thank God that he stormed into that boathouse, because make no mistake, I’m certain that if the cops had arrived five minutes later, River would have been dead and I don’t even want to think about what would have happened to me. I probably would’ve wished for death. But after all the lies, knowing all the shit that Pierce did while keeping his own identity a secret, Kaden owes me to get Pierce off the streets and away from me.
As if summoned by the devil himself, the door opens and in stroll two men. One of them, I’m unfamiliar with, but the other has all four of us stiffening, as a low, dangerous sound comes from Royce’s throat. Kaden’s eyes meet mine and his jaw clenches as a dark shadow mars his expression. There’s also concern there. And I hate that. He doesn’t get to worry about me. He doesn’t get to worry about any of us.
I know I look worse for wear. My dark hair is knotted and falling on my face, my head is pounding from falling onto the floor of the boathouse, a bruise no doubt darkening my olive skin tone. It isn’t a good look, but then again it’s hard to care with this heartbreak pushing its way up my throat.
Kaden. Sorry, Agent Vance. If either of those are actually his real name.
The other man sits down on the other side of the table as Kaden leans against the mirrored wall that’s clearly a double-sided window. I look over at his freshly showered blond hair and bright dark blue eyes. Eyes that I stared into while he fucked me less than twenty-four hours ago. The eyes of a man that I trusted. Clearly, I’ve once again placed my trust in someone that fed me nothing but lies. Maybe that ability is unique to FBI agents? But I inwardly shake my head: Kaden might have lied, he might have arrested me, but I know full well that his tenderness toward me, the way he protected me countless times, are a world apart from Pierce’s psychotic manipulations and violence. And maybe that’s what makes his betrayal all the more painful.
His muscled physique stands out, outlined by a black fitted shirt and pants, an FBI jacket over his shoulders. His eyes flicker to the one Royce gave me. I think what I see flit through his expression is frustration and it makes me happy. I hope he’s annoyed with whatever it was that he saw. He deserves that and way more.
I never considered myself a protective person. But what started with me being protective over River turned into feeling protective over both the Barrington brothers. Kaden was a part of that as well, but now I feel like I have to protect them and myself from him, even if it seems laughable. I watch as he continues to stare at me, his gaze never leaving mine, which makes Blaine tense up even more. I didn’t realize the other man started talking until I refocused.
“My name is Agent Walker,” he introduces himself while examining each of our expressions, “and you three, are part of the infamous Avengers gang, correct?”
If he was looking for a denial none of them offer it and I don’t add anything, my eyes closing slightly as a bout of dizziness comes over me. Fuck, I’m teetering on the line between being pissed and having a full-blown panic attack. I tug on my binds slightly but slump when I realize that I’m not going to get out of these cuffs until they decide it’s time.
“And you are Miss Sloane Donnelly?” Walker asks after calling off the other three names and the guys nod. Well, River’s response is more of a grunt.
“Yeah.” I nod.
“Well.” He sighs. “As you can imagine, the three of you are facing some pretty serious charges, if found guilty. For the record, I can assure you that you will be found guilty of armed bank robberies throughout the state of California and kidnapping. So, bear that in mind. And as for you, Ms. Donnelly …”