Revealed by You(65)

His chest rose and fell, his hand gripping my inner thigh tight. Even passed out from medication, he still knew where I was.

After he tackled me in his bedroom once I got him free, Kane and the EMTs had arrived moments later. Kane didn’t seem surprised that Brett was in my arms. When I had asked him why, he told me that Brett’s love for me was deeper than anything he had ever seen. Apparently there was a layer of Brett’s love for me that I didn’t realize.

They carried him out on a stretcher but wouldn’t tell me a thing. I begged, pleaded for them to tell me…something.

“Ma’am, visiting hours are over.”

Thoughts interrupted, I glared at a nurse as she lifted Brett’s hand to check his vitals.

“I’m his family,” I croaked. My throat was raw from the anger and pain I felt for Brett.

“Wife?”

“Yes,” I lied.

Her brown eyes searched my face before she nodded once and left.

That’s what I thought. They would have to pry my cold lifeless body from him before they would be able to get me to leave Brett’s side.

The doctors and medical staff that had worked on Brett determined that he had a broken rib, minor cuts and bruises and that he was drugged. Drugged. With what, I wasn’t sure.

It had been three hours since Kane and I had walked in on Brett. Kane never asked me if I thought Brett had cheated on me but I remembered the accusatory glint in his eyes. Under different circumstances it could have looked like he had cheated on me but I knew different. I knew deep down in the recesses of my soul, that I was his. I was enough for him.

My eyes welled with unshed tears. “Brett…my lover, my best friend…my…mine,” I sobbed and kissed his head. “Wake up.”

The doctor had knocked him out to help with the pain but I needed to hear his voice. For him to say my name. To tell me that it was okay and that everything would be alright. Seeing him so still and innocent left me ready to kill whoever did this to him. I had a feeling I knew already. I knew it was the calm before the storm. Deep down in my gut, I knew something else was going to happen.

“Evvie?”

I jumped at the soft voice coming from the door when I saw Anna peek her head around the corner. I sighed and motioned for her to come closer.

She chewed her bottom lip and took tentative steps towards us. It had been a couple of weeks since I had seen her after our coffee date. I liked her. I did. As much as I didn’t want to in the beginning, I now knew she would never do anything to threaten my relationship with Brett. I trusted her. I didn’t know how I knew that I could. I just did.

“Is he…is he alright?” she asked standing at the foot of the bed.

My gaze fell on Brett’s relaxed face. His eyes fluttered now and again but every so often, a deep sigh would leave his lips like a weight had been lifted. “He will be.”

Anna let out a sigh.

“How did you get in?”

Her cheeks reddened. “I snuck—”

“No visitors,” the same nurse from before demanded.

I looked between the older woman and Anna. “She’s family.”

A soft smile splayed on Anna’s full lips. She mouthed thank you as the nurse huffed and left the private room.

Anna pulled up a chair and scrubbed a hand down her face. “Do you know what happened?”

I shook my head, tears filling my eyes again as memories of Kane and I finding Brett invaded my mind. I kissed his forehead, inhaling the scent of leather and sweat. I wanted to shower him. To wash away the memories of the nightmare he had experienced and replace them with me. Us. No one else. Just Brett and Evvie.

“He’s strong. He’ll make it through this.”

Squeezing my eyes shut, I nodded at Anna’s words. I prayed he would. He had been doing so well. He drowned himself in work stuff. Setting up more parties and benefits, conventions, anything to get out of his head. Or that’s what I had assumed anyways. He never told me. He didn’t tell me much. Not until we fought and then words poured from our mouths as if they were forced.

At that point in time, I decided that I would avenge him. My possession of him came out thick as blood. He was mine. And no one messed with what I called my own.





NINETEEN

“Evvie.”

I groaned.

“Lover. Wake up.”

A small smile slowly spread on my face and I sighed, snuggling into the warm hard body that was beside me.

“Evvie.”

My eyes popped open. I took a couple of deep breaths. I looked around the room and blinked a couple of times before I remembered what had happened.

Brett. Bound and restrained. Black and blue bruises. Cuts and scratches. Him breaking in front of me and passing out in my arms.