Page 119 of With This Kiss
He loved her, didn’t he? As much as he was capable of, I’d say.
He met my eyes, and I knew we had some sort of understanding then. He nodded.
Gently, I pulled her away from me, wiping away her tears with my hands. Her face was red, and her eyes puffy. She wasn’t a pretty crier.
But that was okay because there would never be a time when I didn’t find her beautiful.
“Your brother is here,” I said softly.
She blinked dazedly at me, as if she couldn’t figure out what I was saying. Then her eyes moved to the doorway, stopping when they connected with her brother’s.
She offered him a pained smile. “Hey, Caine.”
He walked over to her slowly, as if he was afraid that any sudden movement would cause her to break.
“Hey, Jamie.”
She looked around, her eyes focusing on Tito’s body, until I cupped her cheek to get her attention.
“I seemed to have made a mess of things.”
He shook his head. “No, you didn’t.”
Her bottom lip trembled. “Are you sure?”
“He’s sure,” I said firmly. Fuck, but this shit wasn’t her fault. She just happened to have the bad luck of being born a Caparelli daughter.
“Come on, let me take you to my car. You can stay there while Caine and I take care of everything.”
She didn’t say anything to that, barely reacting when I lifted her in my arms and walked out of there. She buried her face in my neck, trying to get closer to me. I looked at Caine as I walked past him.
There was nothing either of us could say that would make this better for her. I quickly got her to my car and placed her in the passenger seat.
“Just stay here and don’t worry about anything,” I said, straightening. I was about to walk away when she grabbed my arm.
“Where are you going?”
“Baby, I have to go clean up the cabin.”
She turned her red eyes toward me.
Fuck it. Those bodies could just rot in there for all I fucking cared. I was about to call Caine to tell him just that when she said, “Okay. But you won’t be far from me, right?”
I bent down until we were at eye level and pointed to the cabin. “Just right there. I’ll be able to hear you if you call for me, okay? I don’t have to leave. I can call Baran over to help Caine.”
She seemed to think about it before shaking her head. “No, you go. But hurry. I just want to go home.”
Fuck, we couldn’t go back to my apartment. Not with my dad hunting me. But she didn't need to know that now. I nodded and pressed a firm kiss on her lips before standing up and heading back to the cabin. Caine already had the bodies in a pile. I grabbed the can of gasoline he must have brought in with him and poured it everywhere.
It wasn’t until I reached one small corner that a red blinking light caught my attention. I frowned and pulled it out.
A fucking camera. This had been a setup.
I froze for a brief second.
Fuck me.
Not for Jamie, but for me. And I bet whoever was behind this camera already had everything recorded, including the murders.
