Page 40 of Reckless Forever
I didn’t respond to them, just pushed past Jax and walked up the stairs into the room. I pushed open the door so hard that it hit the wall, scaring her.
“Judah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause issues with you and your brothers,” She apologized as tears fell down her face.
“Look at me,” I touched her chin.
Her eyes slowly met mine, and she wiped a tear as she looked me in the eye.
“Tell me the truth. Why the fuck does Santos care if you leave Bolivia?”
I could see her swallow hard. “I don’t know.”
She lied.
I blew out a deep breath. “Don’t lie to me, Ivy. Not after all the shit I just dealt with downstairs.” Her breathing hitched. For a second, I thought she was going to shut down on me completely.
“Who is Ivanys Montoya?” I asked through clenched teeth.
She looked like she was considering lying, but I could tell from her body's reaction when I asked that I was on to something.
“Me,” She admitted, and I wanted to flip my shit.
“This whole time, we’ve been talking, why haven’t you mentioned that?”
“Because I couldn’t,”
“Ivy, Ivanys, whoever the hell you want to be today. Stop the riddles and tell me why the hell Santos has men at my mom’s crib?”
Her leg started shaking on the floor, and it made me brace myself for whatever she was about to say.
“Are you more to him than his goddaughter? Ya’ll married or something?” I asked. The thought almost made me sick.
“No.” She answered quickly.
“Then what? I’m waiting.” I pushed her along.
“I’m supposed to be dead,” She cried as she blew out a breath and brought her eyes to me. Shit almost knocked the wind out of me before I could ask, she continued.
“My father was Santos’s soldier. Santos made a call on another leader in the Cartel, and his daughter was killed instead. When it came down to it, my father said he acted alone because you don’t snitch in the Cartel. That put a target on his back; he was exiled, and he had to leave. The next thing I knew was that I was being snatched out of bed in the middle of the night and given a folder with a new identity and taken to live with my godfather. I’m not supposed to be alive. I don’t know how my father did it, but he convinced them that they killed me, too. Santosowesmy father.”
I stared at her and started to put the pieces together. How she wasn’t able to leave the compound, and when she did, she was dressed like a damn private eye. Santos also said that she was protected by the Cartel. My heart was telling me to believe her, but my mind didn’t trust the fact that she never told me this in the first place.
She could see the conflict all over my face.
“Judah, I gave you all of me. The real me. Everything except my name.” She pleaded, but I wasn’t sold.
“I don’t know if I can believe shit you say,” I said as I paced the floor. She hugged the pillow and cried. My first instinct was to pull her to me, but I held back. Finding out she was someone different had my mind fucked up.
“So, all that shit you said about your life and your moms was a lie, too?” I grilled. She looked at me like I had slapped her.
“I watched my mother die for two years, you asshole!” She screamed and hit me in the face with the pillow so hard she almost knocked me on my ass.
The way she cried, you couldn’t fake that shit. As soon as I came to my senses, I reached out to her, grabbed her, andbrought her to my chest. I felt like shit. She had told me that her mother died from chemical exposure.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized as I brought her into my lap and held her there.
Once she pulled herself together, I held her face and brought her eyes to mine. They looked tired, it fucked with me for being the person that made her lose the light she had this whole time she’d been here.
“Is there anything else you’ve lied to me about?”
