Page 81 of Never Say Never

If he felt my boner while I was on top of him, he said nothing about it. York was back up, hands raised, and ready for a fight.

“I’m not going to fight you.”

"Who are you?"

You don't want to know. I don’t want to tell you, yet.

I pulled at my bleached hair. "I can explain everything later. We have to go."

"No, now."

He couldn't be serious. "York, I get your sense of justice but they aren't going to sit around and wait for you to get the whole truth from me. We have to get out of here. Think about the girls."

York looked down the hall, his facial expression shifted just slightly.

"I swear on my life, I'm not your enemy right now. I want you and the girls to be safe." I mentally pleaded for him to believe me. "You three mean everything to me."

York's gaze bore into me as seconds ticked by. I was ready to knock him out and carry his ass fireman style if he didn’t give in.

"The bodies."

The breath I wanted to let out was still caught in the back of my throat. "I'll have everything taken care of."

He opened his mouth but shut it as he headed for his room. I grabbed a sheet and covered the two dead guys in the living room. I made quick work of cleaning the blood up as best I could. The last thing I wanted to do was scare the girls, but it wasn’t like I had a whole lot of time to do a full scrub down. York came out, carrying Nyra with Shelly and Navy following right behind him. The nanny looked at me wearily, but she said nothing. Navy saw me, I scooped her up and held her close, making sure she didn’t look too closely at the crimson’s spots forming on the sheets. York watched me, but didn't stop me from picking her up.

I made quick work of getting all of their electronics and destroying them. York was talking to Shelly, reassuring her. I’d leave her behind if I didn't think York would physically fight me over it.

"Where are we going?" York asked.

I didn’t know, but as long as we were together, I'd make a safe haven for them.

I stared at the side of Paul's face as he weaved through traffic. His eyes flickered up to the rearview mirror before he focused on the road again. My gaze was drawn to one fleck of blood that he had missed on his cheek. It stood out, stark red and pulsing as if to show me that all those red flags were right. This was a man that killed with impunity. Who smiled as he bashed a man's head in.

A fucking Vitale.

"Please stop staring at me," Paul said, his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter.

I didn't say a word as I clenched my hands into tight fists. Deep down, I had known something wasn't right, but the reality was that I'd prayed I was wrong. Having sex with Paul, letting him into my head, had ruined my perceptions. I was always able to see right through people, but he clouded my vision. No, he straight up fucking blinded me.

"York, stop," he said.

"Daddy, what's wrong?" Nyra whispered.

Paul glanced my way but I couldn't take my eyes off him. I'd never been particularly violent with the exception of a few horrible events in my life, but I wanted to smash his face into the steering wheel until it was his blood decorating my body. My hands tightened more, nails sinking into the soft tissue until I felt pinpricks of pain racing up my arms.

"Mr. Washington, where are we going?" Shelly asked, her voice shaky.

I should have called someone from the agency. Who can I trust with my girls' lives though? If my best agent is a Vitale, who else is right there underneath me ready to kill us? Where the fuck else can I go?

"Where are you taking us?" I asked finally.

"Somewhere safe. Protected."

"My place was protected."

"Not like this," Paul answered.

"Daddy," Navy called. "What happened to those men?"