Have My Twins : BWWM Romance (Brothers From Money Book 16) Read online

  When she put her hand in his, an immediate shock of electricity traveled up his arm, leaving a pleasant feeling in its wake, a feeling he’d never experienced before. He didn’t want to let go of her hand, and knew he was holding on way too long but he wanted to experience that feeling a little bit longer. Finally, Nicole was able to pull her hand free, tucking it inside her other one, as if afraid he’d grab it again. She opened her mouth to say something but just then Gina came up, threaded her arm through Jared’s possessively, and stared Nicole down.

  “Jared, who are your new friends?” She asked, looking Nicole up and down smugly, then practically snorting with her disdain.

  Jared looked sharply at Gina who immediately put a huge smile on her face, a smile that might have tricked some but looked so false to Nicole and Julie that they exchanged a quick look. “This is Julie, she’s married to my American cousin Seth, they’re here to do something for the clean-up.” Jared stumbled through his words, suddenly aware that he had no idea what Sam and Julie would be doing.

  Julie waved her hand in the air, “It’s boring and complicated, but the bottom line is that we’re here to work with the animals. This will be Nicole’s first summer as a research assistant.”

  Gina gave them one more look, assessing her competition again and decided it was time for them to move on. The look on Jared’s face making her feel like maybe her position wasn’t as strong as she’d thought, that maybe a gentle reminder of what Jared had right now was in order. Tugging gently on his arm, she said, “I’m starving, let’s go find something to eat.”

  Later after a long dinner with lots of excellent wine, Jared found himself letting Gina help him to his room. He’d had way too much wine, a failed attempt at forgetting how badly the Montgomery Legacy and Seth had messed up his life and wasn’t on his guard, before he knew it, Gina was in his room with him and he was unzipping her dress. It was only the sight of her pale white skin that brought him out of his stupor, stumbling away from her, he fell back on the bed.

  Laughing she slid the dress off the rest of the way to reveal that she’d worn nothing underneath. Instead of inflaming him as she’d meant to, it only nauseated him although that might have been the wine, but regardless if he didn’t sit up he’d throw up, so he rolled onto his side and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Sitting with his head in his hands, he barely noticed Gina’s look of frustration.

  “I don’t feel so good.” He said, stating the obvious and earning another frustrated look from Gina.

  Gina grabbed one of Jared’s shirts out of the closet, thinking that this was not how the night was supposed to go. “That’s okay. Just sit back, it’ll pass.”

  When she had Jared resting against the pillows, she went to the bathroom, came back with a wet towel, put it on his forehead then carefully sat down on the bed. The cold towel helped to clear his head a little, but the alcohol instead of numbing the pain he was feeling, seemed to magnify it. In a moment of clarity, he realized that he was grieving for the life he was supposed to have had, the life that Seth now had and was making such a mess of.

  That grief soon turned to anger when he thought about how unfair it was that after preparing his entire life to run Montgomery Mining, it was gone, replaced as if it was nothing. When the anger drained away, replaced by sadness again, he knew that he had to talk to someone. Gina wouldn’t have been his first choice but he needed to get some of his emotion out before he did something even dumber than he’d already done. He’d been sent here to find some way to stop his brother and all he’d done was get drunk at his wedding and make a fool of himself.

  He pulled the wet towel off his face and keeping his eyes closed began to talk. After beginning in fits and starts, he finally managed to tell Gina everything, letting the words pour out of him, unable to stop them. When he’d finished, Gina put her arm around him, pulled his head to her chest and rubbed his back.

  “You’ve had a rough time of it.” She said, sympathetically.

  Jared mumbled something, but was too exhausted from his emotional dump that he was snoring before he finished his sentence. Gina smiled, she hadn’t managed to seduce Jared tonight, but she’d gotten something far more important, his trust. He’d just told her all his secrets, fears, and deepest feelings. She knew all about the problems in the family and sex or no sex, Jared had invited her into his life. Now she just had to figure out her next move, but she had all night to plan, Jared wouldn’t be awake for hours.

  Chapter 2

  When Jared awoke the next morning, Gina was pressed up against him sound asleep. His head was pounding and only got worse as he came fully awake, the knowledge that he’d spilled his guts to Gina making his head pound even worse. He made it to the bathroom, turned on the sink and splashed water on his face, each painful memory making him want to hit something. Never before in his life had he been so stupid, thanks to the wine and his big mouth he’d granted Gina a place in his life he’d had no intention of giving her.

  Worse she knew everything, things that he’d never confided in anyone, things that he’d never planned to tell anyone. Drinking mouthfuls of water, he leaned against the sink trying to think of a way out of the new mess he’d created. He’d just have to find a way to get her to go home before him. They were supposed to leave today, but he’d made no progress with Seth and planned to stick around.

  If he sent her home alone, that might stop what was happening before it got out of control, send a message that the night before had meant nothing. It would have been better if he’d had sex with her, he thought shaking his head, which didn’t hurt quite as much anymore. Standing up and looking in the mirror, he grimaced, it wasn’t going to be easy to hide this hangover but he knew he had to.

  He could hear Gina stirring in the bedroom and knew it was time to face her. Splashing more cold water on his face, he dried off and opened the door to a much too cheerful, good morning from Gina. Who then jumped out of bed and practically danced over to him, wrapped her arms around him and hugged him.

  “I’m so glad you shared with me last night. Let’s go back to bed.”

  Jared could only stare at her, the last thing he had on his mind this morning was sex and even if it was on his mind, it wouldn’t have been with her. It would have been with that woman he’d met last night, Nicole had been her name, a nanny if he remembered correctly. He smiled thinking how strange it was that he’d be attracted to a woman who worked as a nanny, and Gina seeing the smile assumed it was for her.

  “Come on Jared. Let’s go back to bed.”

  Coming back to the present, he said, “No we can’t. We have to be at the breakfast this morning.”

  Gina pretended to pout, but had known that would be his answer. “Okay then, I’ll just slip over to my room and get ready.”

  Jared stopped her before she could open the door, “Here, I know a quicker way.” Then he pulled her over to the wall, tapped it a couple of times and a hidden door swung open.

  Gina wasn’t exactly delighted with the fact that she’d be able to get to her room unseen, had in fact been planning to linger in the hall until someone came along and “caught” her leaving Jared’s room. Now that plan was dashed, but she had a bigger plan on her mind so she shrugged it off, flashed Jared a big smile, and disappeared through the door.

  An hour later, she was standing in the dining room scanning the guests trying to assure herself that the woman from the night before wasn’t there. For her plan to work, she needed Jared’s full attention, and that woman was a very big distraction, for what reason she had no idea, but facts were facts. She’d stayed awake long into the night, turning all that Jared had told her over and over in her mind, and she’d come up with a simple solution.

  One that she’d make him believe was his idea, one that she’d be a part of. Then it was only a matter of time before she achieved her biggest goal, a wedding ring. But first she had to work on Jared a little, he may have had the impression that she wasn’t very smart but she was much smarte
r than she let anyone know. A few leading questions, a heavy dose of empathy, and a suggestion or two would be all it would take to set her plan in action. Of course, she’d be happy to let Jared think it was all his idea, a good ego boost for a man who was clearly in need of one.

  When she spotted Jared coming through the door, she crossed the room to meet him, a huge smile on her face. He looked better than when she’d left him, but he had the look of a man with a lot on his mind. After they’d filled their plates from the buffet table, she led the way outside to the deck thinking that some sunshine might do Jared some good, not to mention setting off the highlights in her hair. Once they’d seated themselves with a good view of the ocean, Gina began to eat her breakfast willing to let Jared begin the conversation, knowing that playing it cool just then was the best approach.

  It wasn’t long before Jared said, “About the stuff I told you last night.”

  “Oh, don’t worry I’ll never tell another soul. I understand, sometimes you just need to get things out in the open, talk it through.” Gina said, patting Jared’s hand. “And I don’t blame you for feeling cheated, if I were you I’d want to see that someone paid for what happened to you. I’d want to get even.”

  Nicole sat at the table with a few of the people she’d met last night at the wedding reception listening to their conversation and thinking again how lucky she was to be there. If not for Sam and Julie her life would have never been this wonderful, not that she hadn’t worked hard to achieve what she had. But thanks to them and Marissa Terrell, she was now the proud recipient of her bachelor’s degree and about to spend her summer on one of the most innovative reclamation projects in the world today.

  Marissa Terrell had appeared in her life when she’d been shattered by the violence that plagued her neighborhood in Detroit. It had been almost three years now since she’d fallen asleep on the bus on her way home from work, a mistake that would change not only her life but the lives of her younger brothers. Stumbling from the bus, miles from home in one of the worst parts of the city, she’d stepped right into a gun battle between two of the most notorious drug lords in the Detroit.

  When the smoke had settled, she’d been shot in the chest and lay bleeding in the street, the pain more intense than she’d ever imagined it would be. Living where she did, guns were a part of life and she personally knew three people who’d been shot. But their descriptions had been nothing compared to the real thing, and it wasn’t long before she passed out, the sound of sirens in her ears.

  When she woke in the hospital more than 24 hours later, she had no memory of the ambulance ride, the emergency surgery that saved her life, or the twelve hours after that when she lay on the very edge of death. What she did remember was the reason she was there. Every time she came to full consciousness, images of what had happened that night flashed through her mind. She could see the face of the man who had shot her very clearly in her mind, the look in his eyes would haunt her for the rest of her life, the animalistic glint so frightening that even now it made her shutter.

  But someone was always there to hold her hand and assure her that she was safe, usually it was one of her brothers, who at 12 and 14 were much more mature than they should have been. Sometimes when she woke her best friend, Sandy, would be there as well, often reading out loud from one of their favorite gossip magazines or simply talking to her about what was going on in the neighborhood. Finally, she woke one morning and felt well enough to stay awake for longer than five minutes, the images of that night were still fresh in her mind but didn’t cause the paralyzing fear they had before.

  When she began to ask questions about what had happened to her, one of her brothers went and got a nurse, who explained her physical injuries but had no knowledge of who had shot her or why. Nicole could still clearly see the man’s face in her mind, but she had no idea why he’d shot her, although a good guess was that it was drug related. The nurse promised to send an officer in to explain the situation to her, and reassured her that they were doing everything possible to keep her safe.

  The next time she awoke, a detective was in her room, obviously anxious to talk to her. “It’s good to see you awake and with us, it was pretty close. Can you remember anything from that night?” He asked, gently.

  “I fell asleep on the bus and when I woke up I was miles away from home so I got off to take a bus back.” Nicole said slowly trying to focus on something other than the moment when she realized that she was about to be shot. “I waited for the bus to pull away then walked across the street, I was so sleepy I didn’t notice that there were men in the alley or that they all had guns until it was too late.”

  She paused, trying to catch her breath, remembering the sound of a gunshot then seeing one of the men crumple to the ground. “It’s okay, take a couple of minutes if you need to.” The detective said, noticing her agitation and knowing that Nicole was still very fragile.

  Taking several deep breaths, she gathered her thoughts and continued. “I was walking past the alley when I heard a gunshot and saw one of the men fall to the ground. I must have screamed because the man with the gun turned to me and fired. After that all I remember is the pain and the sound of sirens.” Nicole’s entire body was shaking by the time she’d uttered those two sentences.

  The detective patted her hand, “I know this is hard, but I need to know if you saw the face of the man who shot you.”

  Nicole didn’t even hesitate, “I’ve been seeing it in my mind for days.” When a shutter ripped through her at the memory of his eyes, she added. “I’d know him anywhere, especially his eyes, they were scary, almost like an animal’s eyes.”

  She hadn’t realized just how tense the detective was until he let out a big sigh, “The man who shot you is the head of one of the biggest crime organizations in the city and he’s known for those eyes. He wears special contacts to make his eyes look that way, they call him The Animal.”

  Nicole had heard of the man and began to realize that she’d gotten herself into a big mess. “He’s going to come after me, isn’t he?”

  “I’m afraid so, you’re the only witness to what happened that night. You’d be dead now, but your name tag deflected the bullet just enough that it missed your heart.”

  The doctors had told her the same thing, but somehow hearing it from the detective made it that much more of a reality. The panic began to surface again making her heart rate rocket and her chest muscles contract. An alarm began to sound on the machine she was hooked up to and a nurse came rushing into the room, shooting the detective a dirty look as she shut off the alarm.

  “I think that’s enough for now.” She said, jerking her head toward the door.

  The detective started to leave but Nicole suddenly remembered her brothers. “Where are my brothers? Are they in danger?”

  “They’ve been taken to a safe house until we can better assess the danger. This is a very bad man we’re talking about, he might go after them. I promise that they’re safe there, in fact once you’re well enough to get out of here we’ll take you there as well.”

  “I want to see them.” Nicole said, needing to see for herself that they were fine.

  “I’ll bring them with me when I come back later.” Relieved Nicole closed her eyes and let sleep take her, too exhausted to do anything else.

  When her brothers slipped into the room later that afternoon, she saw the uniformed officer standing outside the door and her heart sank. That kind of protection could mean only one thing — someone wanted her dead, but even though her heart was hammering in her chest, she plastered a smile on her face. Her brothers looked tired and scared, nothing like the energetic teenagers she knew, more like the little boys she remembered growing up with their drug-addicted mother.

  When their mother died two years ago, Nicole had taken custody of her brothers, and worked two jobs to support them while going to college. It hadn’t been easy for any of them, but they’d figured it out and had been doing okay. But maybe not as well as she�
��d thought, her exhaustion is what had gotten them in this trouble, and now she had no idea what was going to happen to them or if they’d ever be safe again.

  She pushed those worries aside and in her most cheerful voice said, “Boy am I glad to see you two.”

  Marcus, the oldest of the two, approached the bed first, tears shimmering in his eyes he looked at her for a long time, then seemed to come to the conclusion that she really was okay. “We’re glad to see you too.”

  Michael, who at twelve seemed much older than his years, finally stepped up to the bed but he wouldn’t look at her. “Nicole, they won’t let us go home or to school.” He said, his voice barely a whisper.

  “I’m sorry to hear that peanut.”

  Michael smiled a little at his pet name but still wouldn’t look at her. “I want to go home, I want my stuff and I want to stay with you.” He was so close to tears that he was taking in big gulps of air.

  Nicole knew that they must be scared, she was scared, but they needed her to be strong so she pushed her fear away. “Come and sit here on the bed with me.” She said, patting the bed next to her. “I don’t know what’s going to happen over the next few days, but I promise that when I get out of here we’ll be together.” She said, taking their hands in hers.

  It wasn’t long before the nurse came in and shooed the boys out. “Your sister needs her rest if she’s going to get better, but you can come back tomorrow and stay a little longer.” She herded the boys out of the room, then came back and helped Nicole sit up a little higher. “I know you’re probably tired but Detective Alvarez wants to talk to you.”

  Nicole was more than ready to have a talk with the detective, the pain medication was still making her a little fuzzy, but it was time to find out what her situation was. “Okay, I’d like to talk to him.”