Page 77 of No Fear
“I-I-I’m s-s-sorry.” Her words stuttered out and she felt hot tears well in her eyes.
“Oh, baby.” Remy was right there, pulling her into his arms, “No. No apologizing. No stuttering. There’s nothing to be afraid of here. I promise.”
She clung to him for only a moment. She let herself enjoy the feel of him, memorized it. She imprinted every single thing she could about the man she loved into her brain so that she would never forget. The way he smelled, the way he felt, the way he touched her. Since she might never feel him hold her again she breathed him in and then she let him go like she knew she had to.
No more fear. No more hiding. No more lying.
“O-o-kay.” She breathed out shakily and looked past Remy to Lincoln, who had shut the door behind him and was leaning against the kitchen counter now, “I-I-I’ll answer y-your q-questions.”
Remy moved to her side and put a possessive arm around her, “You’re scaring the hell out of her, Link.”
“I’m just standing here.”
“You’re glaring at her.”
“Seems to me someone with nothing to hide wouldn’t have a reason to be scared.”
“Bullshit.” Remy growled, “You’re a scary mother-fucker on your best day so stop trying to intimidate her before I take your head off.”
“You choosing her over the family?”
For once, Remy didn’t seem to have an answer to that and Rachel sank down onto the couch behind her, out of his grip. No. He couldn’t choose her over his family. He wouldn’t. But by answering Lincoln’s questions, it meant she was choosing him over hers. Craig was all she had left. Telling Lincoln what she knew would most likely get her brother killed.
“I’m not choosing between her and my brothers because I don’t have to. She’s mine. She’s with me. She hasn’t done anything wrong. Just because she’s related to that piece of shit traitor brother of hers doesn’t mean she’s done anything wrong.”
Her head jerked up at the sound of Remy saying that word. Traitor. The tears that had begun to cloud her vision made it difficult to see him but not impossible. She saw his handsome face twist with something she couldn’t name, had never seen before, and she watched him sink down to his knees in front of her.
“Wh-wh-what?”
Remy brushed her hair back gently, “Your brother is the traitor that Lincoln and the boys have been looking for. That’s what he’s here to tell us. Isn’t it Link?”
“Uh, well, yeah.” Lincoln frowned, “You already knew?”
“Wasn’t too hard to figure out once I started thinking about it. Guy is a huge dick. Talks shit about you, about all the Bomars. And you were way too interested in Rachel for it to just be about fucking with me. I’m not an idiot.”
Rachel listened to Remy explain how he’d already figured out that Craig was a traitor and struggled to breathe. He knew. From the sound of it, he’d known for a while. But… that couldn’t be right. Could it? She’d spent all this time wondering and worrying that if he found out she was related to the person that hurt his family that he would throw her out, hate her… stop loving her.
“Y-y-you knew?”
Remy’s dark gaze came back to hers and his brows furrowed, “Wait…youknew?”
She bit her lip as disbelief and then a thin veil of anger colored his face. Two words. Two words and she’d just outed herself. She told herself that she’d intended to come clean anyway but from the way Remy pulled his hands from hers, she wasn’t sure she ever could have prepared herself for the giant, gaping hole that opened up in her chest when he let her go.
She nodded slightly.
“Told you she was lying.” Lincoln snorted and Remy whirled on him so fast he was a blur.
In one blink of her eyes, he was up and across the room. He grabbed Lincoln by the front of his shirt and pressed him back against the wall. She could see nothing but his back but she assumed his eyes were blazing with furious heat. When he spoke, the words were quiet and angry.
“Shut the fuck up. Right now. You don’t know anything about her.”
“I know she’s had the chance to tell us about Bug for months and hasn’t.” Lincoln shoved Remy hard but he didn’t budge, “Get the hell off me, Remington.”
“She’s scared of him, you asshole. Do you understand that? Whatever she did or didn’t say, it’s because she was scared.”
Shewasscared. So scared. But more than being scared of Craig, she was scared of losing Remy.
“Remy…” She tried, softly, to get his attention but he didn’t acknowledge her.
