Series: Broken Rebel Brotherhood #3
I hate secrets. They ruin people’s lives and end relationships. Too bad I picked a job that’s full of clients with skeletons in their closet. None of that bothers me because I can compartmentalize. Keep the required boundaries in tact. Until she shows up on my doorstep.
She’s the one person that can make me forget the rules of the brotherhood. The only person I would even consider doing that for. Problem is, she has one secret that’s a game changer. And it’s one I’m not sure I can forgive.
I can take care of myself. Or so I thought. I never expected to need his protection again, but that doesn’t change the facts. I do need him, more than I ever have before. But when he finds out my secret, will he still be willing to protect me?
I fell in love with him the first time I met him, and despite walking away and staying gone for four years, my feelings haven’t changed. Nor has the explosive chemistry between us. I’m just not sure he feels the same or if I’m just another client.
The Broken Rebel Brotherhood series consists of three complete stories with guaranteed HEA’s. All three books can be read as a standalone. Each book contains subject matter that some may find disturbing. Reader discretion is advised.
My whole body tensed at the name. “What’s this about?”
“Please, answer the question Mr… Aiden.” Miss Slater’s voice was tinged with frustration.
“Yes, I know her.” Images of Scarlett filtered into my brain. “At least, I did.” I hadn’t seen or spoken to her in four years. There was that one text, but other than that, radio silence. I’d spent a lot of that time trying to find her. I told myself—and the other members of the BRB—that it was because I wanted to protect her, but that had been a bald-faced lie. What time I hadn’t spent trying to locate her, I’d spent trying to fuck her memory away.
“I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but Miss Runyon was admitted several hours ago and is currently in emergency surgery.” Her words settled in my gut like a lead weight.
“Emergency surgery? What the hell happened?”
“I think it would be best if you came to the hospital to discuss the particulars. Are you able to come in?” The way she said that, it was like she was keeping something from me. Something important.
“Uh, yeah.” My hand absently threaded through my hair. I mentally calculated how long it would take me to get there and then added twenty minutes to give me time to shower and wash away last night’s debauchery. “I can be there in an hour.”
“Thank you, Mr. Winters.” I couldn’t have corrected her even if I’d wanted to. So many scenarios played out in my mind, none of them good. “When you arrive, please let the front desk know you’re here and they’ll page me.”
“See you soon, Mr. Winters.” With that, she hung up.
I stuck my phone out in front of me and stared at the screen for a moment. After several seconds, I shook my head, as if to shake the answers loose to the million questions I had.
When the haze of confusion lifted, I grabbed clothes from my dresser and went to shower. I let myself linger under the spray a little longer than necessary, trying to get my swirling thoughts under control. It didn’t work.
As I drove Calypso, my bike, to the hospital, all of my questions resurfaced.
Why did Scarlett need emergency surgery?
Why was she back in Indiana?
Where had she been the last four years?
And more importantly…
Why the fuck was the hospital calling me?