Page 38 of Dangerous

I fought back the bile that rose in my throat when I recognized him. As if on cue, the man at his side turned, and I had to bite my tongue to swallow a whimper.

The last time I’d seen my father and my eldest brother, Michael, they had threatened me with torture if I didn’t marry the mafia son they’d picked out for me.

The time before that…

It was only Blaine’s hand on my shoulder that allowed me to stumble to my chair and sit down as if someone had cut the strings that held me upright. And there they sat, two of the three men who haunted my nightmares even to this day. Right in front of me, with only the table between us for protection. I clutched at the chair’s armrests until my knuckles turned white and focused on breathing deeply and evenly.

They couldn’t hurt me. Blaine wouldn’t let them. They couldn’t hurt me, they couldn’t hurt me…

“I understand from the briefing my father gave that we are to hash out a deal involving the transportation of goods between Ireland and England, correct?” Blaine said from his seat by my side. He flipped open the folder in front of him, all business and in control. If I hadn’t been fighting tooth and nail to keep my looming panic attack at bay, I might have appreciated the change to his normal persona.

“Yeah, that’s correct, son.”

My father’s lilting drawl made a shudder run up the length of my spine. Just breathe. Just breathe.

“I was unaware that your connections in Dublin ran deep enough for such an arrangement? I see no problem with hashing out a deal for the Belfast port, but do you have the necessary hold further South?” Blaine said.

“With your help, we can secure Dublin no problem,” my father rumbled. “That’s part of what you got your wife for, isn’t it? In return for your family’s backing, you got my only daughter.”

I could sense Blaine looking at me, but I was too busy staring at the table to return his gaze.

He was silent for two long seconds, and then I felt a light tap on my left hand that was still clutching at the arm rest. “If you’ll excuse us for a moment.”

I found the strength to get up when he put his hand on my shoulder, as if he somehow transferred some of his strength into my muscles by the warmth of his touch. I didn’t see anything but the carpeted floor in front of me as he led me back out of the room, past the secretary and into the quiet hallway by the elevator.

Only when we stopped did he take his hand off my shoulder again.

“What did they do?”

“What do you mean?” I could only manage to raise my voice slightly above a whisper, as if my ingrained terror constricted my vocal cords. It didn’t matter, though; the hallway was so silent he heard me just fine.

“The second you saw who we were meeting, you started shaking like a leaf. And you look like you’re about to barf. Add a hideous, white dress and you look exactly like you did in the church. You’re obviously terrified. So I’m asking you, what did they do?” There was a low, threatening quality to Blaine’s voice and a tone of no-nonsense, but I shook my head. I couldn’t. No one could know.

“I can’t,” I finally managed to croak. I looked up from the floor to plead with him, to make him stop pushing, but the sight of anger in his eyes made the tears I’d managed to keep at bay until now finally spill over.

“You can’t? You’re a goddamn shrink. Talking about whatever makes you this scared should be the one thing you’re good at, woman. Fuck, you know aboutmyshit. You know my demons are there because ofmyfamily. You think I’ve told anyone else anything about that? So tell me what had you clutching at that poor chair like it was a life rack just at the sight of you Dad and brother. You owe me that much.”

“Ioweyou?” Something about his mounting anger and the darkness in his gaze as he stared me down made the dam inside me break. And for the first time in my life, it all came spilling out. “Ioweyou to tell you what they did to me?Youwant to know, the guy who had to threaten me the second you’d let me see just aglimpseof the real you?”

“Yes. I want to know.” He kept his voice low, despite my shrieking, but the air of command was unmistakable, even through my current meltdown.

“Fine! I’ll tell you, and then you can get to roll your eyes and call me a weak little victim and go in there and make your deal with those monsters! It’s all about the business, I know how it goes.” I pulled up at my shirt with shaking hands, ripping frantically at the fabric until my scarred stomach was on display. “My brothers held me down while my loving father cut me. That’s what they did. Because I’d jeopardized thebusiness.I was eighteen, and I tried to free a man they had tied up in the basement and beaten bloody. He owed them money, you see.

“They caught me doing it and made me watch while they shot out his kneecaps. And then they gave me these. I begged them to stop. Michaellaughedat me and my father… my father said that’s what I got for being weak, and now everyone would see me for the stupid little victim I was. They didn’t stop until I passed out. Are we even now, Blaine? Does that make you feel better for having given me just a glimpse of whatyoufear?”

Blaine stood silently in front of me as I finished my tirade. His eyes were dark like thunderclouds and laser focused on my scars, but the rest of his face was impassive, as if carved from rock.

I let my shirt drop down, shielding the scars from his view, and wiped my eyes with my free hand. I was still shaking from the emotional outburst, but behind the shock of it all, there was an odd sense of relief of finally having shared it all with someone. Even if that someone was Blaine.

Then, to my utter surprise, Blaine cupped my cheek with his warm hand, his thumb wiping my tears away with a surprisingly gentle stroke. He still didn’t say anything, but in his darkened gaze I saw the last thing I’d expected from him: fury—on my behalf.

I closed my eyes and let the simple gesture calm me. Gradually, my heart rate slowed and my breathing evened out until I was once again in full control of myself.

“If there’s one thing you’re not, Mira, it’s weak.” Blaine’s voice was quiet and as dark as his gaze had been. Then he removed his hand from my cheek and I felt him take a step back, putting more space between us. “Come back in with me. Show them that they haven’t broken you.”

I gritted my teeth and nodded. As much as I wanted to curl up in a corner and cry until they’d left, I knew they would think me the weak victim they’d always thought me to be if I did. And I didn’t want that. I wanted to be strong, not for them, but for myself. If I could do this, then maybe I could finally start healing.

Blaine turned around and led the way back to the conference room. He waited for me to sit down, but instead of following suit, he leaned in over the table, resting on his knuckles.

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