Page 99 of Dirty Secrets
“Stop. You’re going to hurt yourself,” Zavier said carefully, only making me struggle more.
“Let me go!”
“Raven—”
“Fuck you,” I spat, thankful when he let go and gave me some space. “You can go home, get your shit, and fucking go, Zavier. I don’t believe for a second that you’re not involved with whatever the fuck happened today, and I won’t watch someone else I love get gunned down over drugs.”
“You’re kicking me out?” he asked with surprise, his voice cracking. “Raven, please?—”
He was cut off as Logan and Reid tore into the room like their asses were on fire, Logan sitting on the edge of the bed as he cupped my cheek.
“Are you okay? What’s broken? Beckett said you got run down.”
I shook my head, words not forming as he studied me. The concern in his eyes stabbed me in the chest, and I leaned into him as I kept crying.
“What the fuck happened?” Reid demanded, turning his attention to Zavier. “That asshole ran you both down? Beckett said they told you a name, but you didn’t tell her.”
“Mr. Ricci,” Zavier said absently, and I could feel his eyes on me. “I don’t know who the hell he is, but he’s dead when I get my fucking hands on him.”
A bitter laugh left me as I turned to him, beyond caring about looking like a mess. “Good idea, go and start a war with someone who has hitmen on payroll.”
“They’re terrible hitmen if I could take them both down after they hit us with their car and shot me,” he muttered, rage washing through me.
“Start a war, fucking go for it, but you can do it once you leave. Make sure to give them your new goddamn address too.”
“Whoa, what’s happening?” Logan asked, gently cupping my chin to draw my attention. “Talk to me.”
“I can’t talk to you,” I forced out, wiping my eyes and wishing the tears would stop falling.
“Why not? You can always talk to me.” My lip trembled as he took my face in his hands, his voice barely there. “Rae, I’ve got you. Promise.”
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, confusion flashing in his eyes.
“For what?”
I slid my eyes to Reid, not wanting him to find out about everything like this, but knowing I couldn’t keep it to myself. Logan deserved to know, but I knew the worry on Reid’s face would turn to hurt the second he found out that we’d kept our relationship from him.
I turned back to Logan, trying to speak as my throat went tight, choking on the words as they left my mouth. “I had a miscarriage.”
Logan’s face practically lost all color as he stared at me. “You were pregnant? Did you know?”
I shook my head and sobbed loudly, a curse leaving him as he shuffled closer and turned my face into his chest to let me cry it out.
“You were pregnant?” Reid parroted, and I could hear the anger lining his tone. “Some asshole knocked you up? Who the fuck have you been sleeping with?”
I cried harder, repeating that I was sorry as Logan tried to comfort me.
“It’s not your fault,” Logan said softly, and Reid scoffed.
“She shouldn’t have let someone in her pants in the first place. She knows how stupid it is to have sex without protection. Raven, tell me who he is because I’m going to fucking kill him. How long have you been seeing him?”
“Dude, not now,” Zavier warned, but Reid was close to losing it.
“She fucked some idiot raw, what did she expect? A fucking TV? How stupid can you be, Raven? How did that fucker convince you to sleep with him without protection? You’re not even on birth control!” he snapped.
“Stop fucking yelling at her. It’s my fault. I knew better,” Logan growled, and you could’ve heard a pin drop in the moments after.
“You slept with her?” Reid finally asked, and I knew this was just the calm before the storm.