Page 121 of Treacherous

"Not a word of this to your mother until I figure all of this out. She doesn’t need the worry," he said in a sharp tone as he unfastened his seatbelt and climbed out of the car. "I need to phone your uncle Mike and then I guess I better get a lawyer down to the station."

"You're gonna help Noah?" I asked, feeling nothing but admiration for my father. He was an amazing guy.

"Yeah," Dad said with a sigh. "It's not the kid's fault he has the misfortune of having Henderson blood running through him… It's not ours either."

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Noah

I didn’t kill him.

Out of everything I'd learned tonight, and there had been a hell of a lot, the one thing that stuck out in my mind was the fact that Gerome Javi was alive – unconscious and suffering from extensive internal bleeding, but still alive…

The relief I felt when I heard this was like nothing I'd ever felt. Well, it was a close second to the relief I'd felt when I managed to free Teagan from the burning car.

She was safe, George was arrested and I wasn’t going to be spending the next thirty years in a prison cell.

Three to five years for grievous bodily harm sounded a hell of a lot more appealing than thirty to life for first degree murder. That was for fucking sure.

"You sure you wanna stay here tonight?" Kyle asked me as he helped me out of his car and up the porch steps of George's house. He'd arrived at the station with an army of attorney's and bailed me out on the spot. But I wasn’t even close to coming to terms with the fact that the man was my half-brother, or that my entire life had been a fucking lie…

"Yeah," I said in a gruff tone as I hobbled inside. "I'll manage." Truth was I couldn’t wait to be on my own. I needed to contact Teagan. I knew she was next-door. She'd sent me a million texts and I'd spotted her watching out her bedroom when I was walking up the driveway.

"I'll watch him," I heard Reese say and I stiffened.

"I'll watch myself," I snapped as Kyle helped me up the stairs to my bedroom. "Why couldn’t you have left her rot in there," I muttered.

Kyle had given Reese a ride home from the police station and I was pissed as hell because of it. I got that she was his employee but the girl had caused me nothing but problems.

"Rest those ribs, kid," Kyle husked as he helped me onto my back and covered me with my duvet. "They're gonna sting like a bitch in the morning," he added softly.

"They already do," I muttered, holding my side.

I'd busted three ribs and the pain was something fierce.

Kyle's phone started to ring and he slipped out of the room before answering it.

"Here," Reese said softly as she handed me two pills. "For the pain."

"Thanks," I choked out. Taking the pills I chugged them back and let out a sigh when they went down. "Now go."

"But…"

"Go," I snapped. "I don’t want you here, Reese."

After about an hour the pain started to ease and my mind became surprisingly light.

"Where's your phone, Noah?" I heard Reese ask and that confused me. I thought she was long gone.

"Go…aw…ay…" I managed to slur, but I couldn’t move my lips properly.

I couldn’t open my eyes.

Something was seriously up with me, I could barely lift my hands.

I felt a sudden weight against my pelvis, but I couldn’t move an inch.

A nervous tingle shot up my spine before everything became too hazy to worry about.

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