The Perfect Stroke (Lucas Brothers #1)(128)

We make it down a hall to a large cemented area. Even the walls are concrete. The doors are made of steel just like the ones you would find in prison. Roman has the guard unlock the padlock so we can go inside. A part of me wants to run and hide, but instead, I force my feet to move forward. I see Allen. He’s lying on the bed, his right hand chained to a cable that runs across the room, allowing him to go from the bed to a small bath area. My stomach churns because it’s basically a large dog-run, except the cable is longer and more extensive.

“How did I know it wouldn’t be long before you showed up, sister dearest?” he says, and the guilt hits me again. Allen is three years younger than me. I was a kid myself, but he didn’t fare as well as I did with mom’s boyfriends. He blames me. I didn’t protect him enough. I didn’t take care of him. I tried, but I obviously failed and that has done nothing but make him hate me.

“I’m sorry, Allen. I didn’t know,” I whisper lamely.

“Yeah. You seem to not know a lot of shit when you should. Kind of like your boyfriend. Right, sister dear? Imagine my surprise when Roman didn’t know that you were a…”

“Allen,” I yell, trying to stop him before he can reveal to Roman that I’m a cop.

“What a selfish bitch you are.”

“That’s enough, Stevens. I told you to show respect when you talk about your sister. That goes double for when you’re talking to her. She’s the only reason you’re still breathing,” Roman says from behind me, causing me to jump.

I look over my shoulder at him. He’s standing completely still looking at Allen with hate and anger. He’s doing it again, taking up for me when no one ever has before. That funny feeling in the pit of my stomach I get when Roman is around picks up. How can I not be drawn to this man? I touch his arm gently, turning into him. “Can I talk to him alone, Roman? Please?”

The one simple gesture catches Roman by surprise. I read it in his eyes. Seeing the state that Allen is in is jarring at first, until I realize one thing: Allen’s not high. I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen him where his eyes weren’t glazed over and he didn’t have that crazed look he gets when he’s coming down off his last high. I don’t know what exactly Roman’s endgame is, but I do know right now that he’s helping Allen. Call me stupid a million times—but that’s what I see here, and I think Roman’s doing it for me. Maybe Roman senses the way I’m softening, because he bends down and kisses my forehead.

“I’ll be right outside, pet.”

“Thank you.”

“Pet. Isn’t that precious,” Allen sneers after Roman leaves the room. “Boy, if he only knew the real you, right sis?”

“What’s going on with Roman and I is none of your concern.”

“Wait? Are you really slumming it with the biggest criminal in Miami? Gee, I bet your boss loves that. I’ve already gathered Anthes doesn’t know what you do for a living. I take it your boss doesn’t know about your dating activities either.”

My heart speeds up like crazy. What if Roman can hear what is said in the room? I try to change the subject. “You’re looking better.”

“I’m looking sober. That’s what you really mean, right Ana?”

“Okay, fine. You look like you haven’t been high in a while.”

“I’ve told you a hundred times, that’s my f*cking business.”

“Allen, you’re throwing away your life.”

“You don’t live with the memories I have, or the scars, Ana. When you do, you can talk to me about staying sober. Until then, just shut the f*ck up.”

“If you could stay sober, there are things we could do to help you cope, Allen. If you let me in, just a little bit, I’ll make sure you have help. I promise.”

“There you go, my goody-two-shoes big sister trying to save me. You don’t seem to get it that I don’t want to be saved. I never asked for your help and I sure as hell don’t want it. You better tend to your own life because trust me, when Anthes finds out that you’re double-crossing him, there will be hell to pay.”

“Allen, he might be…”

“Listening? Do you think I give a f*ck? The only reason I haven’t ratted you out yet is because I enjoy watching you squirm. You’ve been too f*cking high and mighty for too long. It’s nice to poke at you. If you’re wondering, I do plan to tell him soon. So you might want to find a rock to hide under.”

I wait for Roman to come in, demanding to know what we’re talking about. When nothing happens, I breathe a little easier. “Are you not even going to listen to me?”

“Nope.”

That’s when I give up all hope of ever reaching my brother. I knew it was a longshot, but I had hoped … Hell, I’m not even sure what I hoped. For something more than this, that much is clear. “Will you… will you at least keep my cover until I can manage to get you out of here?”

“Are you working on that?”

“Paul is.”

“Great. The DEA. So I’ll be trading this cage in for a new one. No f*cking thanks.”

“Allen, they have you for dealing meth and coke. You have to know there’s not much I can do. My hands are tied. But I’ll be here for you, and by taking this assignment, they’ve told me they’ll make sure you get treatment. You can still live a good life, Allen. We both can. You just need to hold on and help me stay under the radar for a little longer.”