Salvation and Secrets (12 page)

The few minutes’ walk seemed to take a lifetime. And although I risked glancing back more than once, only empty space greeted me. No one was there. But irrational thoughts flooded my mind, sending adrenaline pulsing through me and my heart into a frenzy. And I almost burst through the door to McGinley, relieved to be in the safety of my dorm.

"Ana, wait up," a voice called out just as I was about to close the door behind me, and I turned to see Paul half-jogging, panting like he'd just run a marathon.

"Paul, what the hell?" I opened the door wider to let him in. "What are you doing here?"

He took a few deep breaths, the rapid rise and fall of his chest suggesting he had exerted himself. "Just give me a minute."

I laughed at the sight of him standing in the doorway, and then realized something. "Hey, were you following me?"

Paul was leaning forward, his hands using his knees for leverage. "What? No! I just saw you like five seconds ago. I was, umm, leavingmyfriendsatAdkins." His cheeks flushed with color.

"You were what?" I was pushing him, but he made it too easy by standing there all embarrassed.

His straightened and raked a hand through his messy blond hair. "I, umm, I had a date. Okay? No big deal."

I punched him in the chest playfully. "Way to go, big guy. This is good news." As soon as I said the words, I realized it sounded all wrong. But if he noticed, he didn't let on.

"Yeah, well. Gotta get back in the game. It's junior year and I'm not getting any younger. I have wild oats to so—"

"Enough, enough with the wild oats. I get the picture."

We stood, Paul half in the doorway and me just inside the hallway, and I was relieved. Paul was trying to move on, which meant he really did want to be just friends. This was a good thing.

"Hey, want to come up and watch a movie? You can tell me all about your date."

"Yeah, sure. Why not? That wouldn't be totally weird at all. Lead the way, Parry."

Chapter 14

~JACKSON~

I watched them disappear into the building and leaned my head back on the wall.
Were they together now
? I never really considered myself a jealous person, but Ana had changed everything. Another guy only had to look at her and I wanted to go to war. In the time we spent together last year, she had buried herself deep—become a part of my soul—and I just watched her enter her dorm with another guy. When it should have been me.

"Fuck." I slammed my fist into the wall and welcomed the jolt of pain. It was better than the mental image running through my mind of the two of them in her room. In her bed, the same bed I spent hours making her feel.

My loyalty to the family had ruined us. But even walking away wasn't enough. Calder and his friend—Landon Smith according to the driver’s license I had pulled from his wallet—were out for blood. And I refused to let it be Ana's. Which was why I stayed rooted to the spot instead of bailing to my room to pound the shit of something.

I needed to know she was safe. I had to know.

By the time Cormack exited McGinley, my ass was numb from sitting against the wall. He didn't notice me, paying no attention to my spot directly opposite the entrance to the dorm. So when I jumped up and sprang out at him, his eyes almost bugged out of his head.

"Pierce?" Even his voice showed his shock.

"Listen, this is awkward, and fuck, I don't want to be standing here, but I need to ask you something."

Silence hung between us like an ocean while Paul just stood there gaping at me like I was the damn president.

"Dude, you're starting to freak me out a little."

He blinked and muttered something before nodding his head.

"Okay, I think." I hesitated, unsure if I really wanted to do this. Whether I wanted to hand responsibility for Ana to him. "Fuck. I need you to keep an eye out on Ana. I can't go into the details, but she might be in danger and she needs people looking out for her. And well, now that you're with her, you should know so that you can keep her safe." As safe as he could when it came to Calder and his crazy.

Paul's eyes grew wider. "Back up a second. You think I'm with Ana. Me?"

Wasn't he?

"Are you saying that you're not?"

The dude actually laughed, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. "Geez, how I wish you were right. But I can never compete with the likes of Jackson Pierce."

My head whipped up and I met his eyes with my own. "Wait, what are you saying?"

He blew out a long breath and narrowed his eyes at me. "That girl is so completely and utterly in love with you, she can't see straight. Can't see that I am the better choice, because I am, you know. Sure, you two might have a connection or whatever, but she could have been happy with me. And fuck knows she would be safer."

He might have been speaking French for all I cared because I was stuck at the point where he said Ana was in love with me.

Ana loves me
?

Deep down, I think I knew she did. Her eyes gave her away, filling with whatever emotion she was feeling at that moment. Grief, pain, healing...love. I had witnessed it all. But she never said the words, and part of me wondered if it was because she wasn't ready, or she just couldn't fully move on from losing her family.

Maybe if she had said the words, things would have changed. No, things would have been the same. I could only keep her safe by walking away. Or at least, that was what I thought. Now I wasn't so sure.

"You okay?" Paul's voice ripped me from my thoughts and the realization of everything sunk in.

I tipped my chin, too choked up to respond.

"I'll watch out for her. But you need to make a choice, man, once and for all. Them or Ana. Because that girl up there is falling. Fast. And I'm not sure anyone will be able to save her when she does."

He might as well have plunged the knife for a second time. That was what it felt like. I hadn't made things better for Ana by walking away...I had only made them worse.

~

I ran my palms over my jeans again. Uncle Marcus had demanded my presence. Just me. I knew it was about Braiden's little stunt. He had been out of town again, but news traveled fast in our circles.

I tried to dry my palms one last time before knocking on the solid wooden door.

"Come in."

Yeah, that was his pissed tone all right. I was in for it.

He didn't look up as he ordered, "Sit, Jackson."

Twenty years old and reduced to a trembling, sweaty mess. But the guy seated at the huge desk was Marcus Donohue. Somebody you not only respected...but somebody you also feared.

I shrank into the leather chair and waited. It was no use to try to make excuses because Marcus never appreciated excuses. Not back when we were learning the ropes of the family business, and certainly, not now.

Seconds ticked by and eventually, he dropped his pen and crossed one leg over the other as he regarded me. "So? What happened?"

I shifted, trying to organize my thoughts quickly. On the drive over to the Donohue estate, I had replayed my version of events, but Uncle Marcus could always smell a liar. So I knew I had to go with the truth.

"Braiden went after Calder. I knew he was planning something but didn't realize how serious it was until it was too late. I dropped my guard. Sorry."

"That's all you have to say?"

I nodded. He knew the details. When something went to shit, he made it his business to know. He was just testing me, to see if I would rat out Braiden.
Like father, like son.

Uncle Marcus dragged a hand over his chin and exhaled. "Braiden might just have started a mess I can't fix. Not this time.” His eyes narrowed at me, pinning me to the chair. “Are you ready for that?"

I knew what his eyes were telling me. Something was coming...and Braiden had played our hand early.

"Things could get messy, Jackson. People are going to get hurt.”

People already got hurt
, but I didn't say the words.

He tugged at the knot of his tie and muttered under his breath. “The next generation is out of control. You know, your father always had to keep me in check, and now you’re doing the same. History has a funny way of repeating itself." He smiled wistfully, lost in memories, but I didn’t miss the flash of another emotion in his eyes. It looked a lot like regret. But that made no sense. After all, what did he have to regret? Marcus loved his life.

Dad and Uncle Marcus were inseparable back then. Dad worshiped the ground he walked on. They might not have been blood related, but they were closer than any two brothers I knew. And although I didn’t know much about how Dad got involved with the Donohue family, I did know it had to do with Marcus bailing Dad out of a mess when they were young. They’d been friends ever since. The life might have killed him, but Dad wouldn’t have had it any other way. It was all he knew. All I knew. Until Ana.

Uncle Marcus straightened, slammed on his business face, and continued. "Try and stop my son from doing any more damage and stay alert. If Declan had any control left over that crazed nephew of his before, I doubt he has any now. Hell, he will want retribution for this. I'm putting Peter’s guys on Briony. You won't see them, but they'll be there. She hates being babysat, but it's necessary. I'll speak to Chief Randall too and have him increase campus patrols. You get wind of anything, and I mean anything, you come directly to me. Clear?"

I nodded again, my heart pounding in my chest. The shitstorm was coming...and it was headed straight for us.

~

Braiden gave nothing away after having his own meeting with Uncle Marcus; he just returned to the house as if nothing had happened. This was our relationship now. There was a time we had shared everything, and now we were like strangers. If anyone noticed, they hadn’t said anything. Except Dennis, who continually checked in with me. I got the impression he was worried about Braiden's latest stunt, too.

“What are you guys doing for the holiday weekend? Mom is insisting I drive home but fuck that. I might go pay Lexie a visit. It’s been too long since I saw my cowgirl.” Shaun took a long pull on his beer, before resuming his control of the figures running around on the flat screen.

“Dinner duties with Dad at the house. Some of the uncles are coming in from upstate,” Braiden called from his position at the table, counting out piles of bills.

They were?
No one had mentioned anything to me. Family business was usually handled away from the house, and I doubted they were coming for leisure purposes.

“I might stay on campus. Apparently, they do something at the SC. Spending the weekend with Dad and his new play bunny, no thank you,” Kyler drawled.

My eyes whipped up to where he was sitting. His words triggered something.
Ana
. Ana had stayed on campus last year for Thanksgiving. Would she be staying again? Would she be safe? Fuck. I bet Cormack and Elena and the rest of her friends would all be going home. Maybe she would go, too. It would be safer. I would be able to play happy families without worrying about her every second of every hour.

“Pierce, you in?” Dennis held up the spare controller, but I declined. There was too much running through my mind for any downtime.

Glancing over at Braiden, I watched him in hushed conversation with Kyler. The dude was a serious kiss ass, and it was starting to piss me off. Ever since he followed boss’s orders to hold me back while Braiden's fist made nice with my face, I no longer had much patience for him. But he had all too easily stepped into my shoes as second. Not officially, but it was happening, right in front of my eyes. And even though he was welcome to it, it still pissed me off.

Braiden’s eyes flickered to mine and he tipped his chin to beckon me over. “Your cut.” He thrust a wad of bills into my hand and I took it. It was dirty money, of course. Revenue from his on-campus activities. I didn’t touch a penny. Ever. Instead, I saved it all as I waited for the day I could start my own life. Everything I had—clothes, the car, cell phone—was all from the trust fund Dad had left me. Which was all dirty money as well, but it was my only tie to him and he’d deposited it all in a legal account for me. But my monthly cut from Braiden’s activities was stashed away in a sports bag in a hidden compartment in the Donohue house.

“Business is gooood,” Kyler chimed, and I wanted nothing more than to knock the smile off his face.

The other guys soon gathered around, all too eager to take their cuts. Braiden might have been impulsive and hot-headed, but he was a good businessman. I guess he inherited that from Uncle Marcus. But he was less interested in the legal arms of the business and more interested in what made a quick buck, like drugs and pushing stolen property.

“Payday, motherfuckers. Let’s go to Dante’s. Drinks are on me.” Travis slung his arm around Kyler’s shoulder and the two of them cheered.

Braiden surprised me when he stood and said, “Let’s go. I need a drink.”

“And some pussy,” Kyler added, laughing, his eyes wild.

"No one gets trashed and everyone comes home. We have early practice tomorrow and Coach is already riding me hard. I don't need to give him any more ammunition."

Braiden locked up the rest of the money in the safe and rejoined us. The guys were already hyped up, ready to blow off some steam, but all I could think was, so much for laying low.