Page 108 of No Fear
“Because he’s not…”
“No! It’s my turn to talk!” She raised her voice, “He’s your family. I know right now you might not want to hear that but he is. You’re a Bomar and he’s your family. I don’t have any family left! They’re all gone. Every one of them! I don’t have anyone and you’re not going to take this one that I just found away from me!”
“Rach, that’s not what I’m doing.” Remy winced and reached for her but she smacked his hand away.
“It is.”
“It’s not. You have me. You have the twins and the girls and…”
“And you’re just going to turn your back on the rest of your family because they’re not who you want them to be? You’re better than that Remy. You’re better than your father.”
He winced and she knew her words had finally hit home. Hating Lincoln for who he was even when he was trying to do the right thing was something Decker would do. Not Remy. He was a good man. He was just so used to seeing the bad in Lincoln he refused to accept this offer for what it was.
“I love you but you you’re making a mistake.” She reached up and cupped his face, “You told me that your family was my family now. Remember?”
“Baby…”
“Remember?” She raised her voice.
“Yeah, I remember.” Remy sighed.
“So Lincoln, he just offered you the chance to stop fighting and live your own life your own way and you’re going to accept his kind gesture because you don’t get to think the worst of my family.”
Remy’s eyes softened for the first time since Lincoln had come into the trailer and she breathed out a sigh of relief. She’d finally gotten through to him. Somehow, something she’d said had gotten through to him. The tension in his shoulders deflated and the resolve she’d seen on his handsome face faltered.
“Okay, baby.”
She searched his face, “Okay?”
“If that’s what you want, that’s what you get.” Remy blew out a rough breath, “Clean slate, right?”
“Clean slate.” She nodded hopefully.
Remy looked over her head, “Clean slate?”
There was a loud, scoffing sound behind her and she turned back to face Lincoln. She’d honestly thought he would keep walking. Her outburst must have stopped him in his tracks because when she met his gaze he was standing just inside the open door of the trailer.
When their eyes met, she nodded and she hoped and prayed that he understood what she wanted. She didn’t want him to walk out of Remy’s life. She wanted them to fix whatever it was they’d broken. All of the trust and love that they’d shared as kids, Remy had told her about how close they’d been. She didn’t know if they could ever get it back but seeing how much Lincoln still cared about her cousin, feeling his anger for her when he’d seen her face, knowing he hated that he hadn’t been able to protect her and wanted to do something to make up for it, all of that told her that there had to be a chance.
She’d lost her brother. She’d lost him a long time before Remy had pulled that trigger. Lost him even before the first time he raised his hand to her. The boy that had helped hide her from their drunk father. The boy that had threatened those girls on the playground. The boy that had stopped her from being raped. He’d been long gone before he lost his life and she’d known there was no getting him back.
Remy and Lincoln, they still had a chance to come back from all of the hurt. If they could set aside their pride, they could start to repair their relationship. Not as the leader and the follower, the crime lord and the fighter, but as cousins, as family. She’d never questioned that they both loved Cash and Colt. They shared them as brothers even if nobody had ever bothered with a DNA test. Because blood was blood to the Bomars. They were all family. These two that were so different and yet so much alike, just needed to remember that.
“Clean slate.” Lincoln gave a tight nod.
“I’m out.” Remy shuddered out a breath, as if he’d never expected to say the words. “No more fights for the family?”
“You’re out. No more fighting.”
“What about Abel? He can’t be happy about that?”
“Abel is my problem. Not yours.”
“Who will you get to replace me? I don’t want someone else forced into it like I was just because you’re letting me out of my deal.”
“Again, not your problem, Remington.”
“Link…”
