Page 4 of Victorious Vice

It’s the burner.

I’ve been carrying it around with me just in case the Uber driver—or whoever is on the other end—needs to get in touch with me.

Jared’s eyebrows rise when I pull it out. “What did they say?”

I pull up the text. Three simple words send my heart into violent tremors.

You’re in danger.

“What does it say?” Jared asks again, this time with more of an edge to his voice.

I hand him the phone.

His eyes widen. “Who sent this?”

I gulp. “I don’t know. I’ve had this phone since I took that Uber ride home from Austin. When the driver pulled over, scared the hell out of me, and told me I needed to invite Vinnie over for dinner that Friday night.”

“So this ishisphone?”

“It’s the phone he gave me.”

Jared snatches the phone out of my hand. “I need to take this. See if we can trace the phone number.”

“It’s a burner phone,” I say.

“Yeah, most likely. But I have to do my job, Raven.” He examines the phone’s screen. “If you’re in danger, as this text indicates that you are, then I?—”

“You need to protect me,” I finish for him. “Yes, I know the drill.”

He frowns. “You need to take this more seriously.”

“Believe me, Jared, I take it very seriously. I just…” I shake my head. “I just attended a funeral for a woman. A woman who seemed to be in perfect health only days ago when I saw her and ate dinner at her house. A woman who meant the world to Vinnie and Savannah. Before that, my brother and Leif found surveillance equipment in my home. Myhome, Jared. And yes, I know that’s why you’re here. Why I need you to be here. Why I need a freaking bodyguard.” I sit down on the curb, rubbing at the sides of my face. “My life for the past several years has been surreal. Nightmarish, truly. I was sick, wondering if I’d even live. But I’m alive, Jared. I’m alive, and I feel good. At least Ishouldfeel good. I kicked cancer’s ass, and I fell in love. But I don’t feel good. I feel bad. Someone’s watching me. The man I love is in danger. Belinda, his eleven-year-old bride-to-be, is in danger. I can’t help either one of them.”

Jared sits down next to me. “Raven…”

“For the love of God, let me finish.” I snap back to my feet, pace the sidewalk. “I’m supposed to be on top of the fuckingworld, Jared. I beat cancer! And I fell in love! I try to watch the sunrise every morning, the sunset every evening. I stop to smell the roses, and I take every minute as it comes, appreciating it. At least that’s what I’m supposed to be doing. And now, everything has changed again. I don’t have to worry about my white blood cells killing me. Instead, I have a whole new threat for my life, this time from people I don’t even know. Because of the man I love. Because of my brothers and what they did eight years ago.”

“I don’t think the two are related, Raven.”

“Does it even matter? I kicked cancer!” I clench my hands into fists. “I don’t want to be in danger anymore. I’ve had enough of it.”

Jared doesn’t say anything. He simply looks at me, his dark eyes full of…

“Pity?” I say to him. “Do not look at me with pity, Jared. I saw enough of that while I was lying in a hospital bed.”

“Do you want to go to the burial?” he asks.

“Nice pivot,” I say dryly.

“It’s a valid question. You’re not a family member, though I suppose you’ll be an in-law once your brother is married. Usually only family members attend a burial.”

“I suppose I should be there…for Falcon,” I say softly.

What I mean to say is that I want to be there for Vinnie. But he’s made it clear in no uncertain terms that he wants nothing to do with me.

So why does my heart still cling to him?

“All right,” Jared says. “I can drive you to the cemetery. Or I can check if there’s a funeral procession.”

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