Mine (Real, #2)(61)
“What? Who?”
“Your parents.” He comes and tips my head back, his jaw set at a determined angle. “I brought you here to be safe, guarded, taken care of. I want to talk to your parents. I want them to look me in the eye and give me their word they’re taking care of you. I’m posting a guard at your door, one at the building elevators, and one inside your place—don’t argue with me,” he stops me before I can start.
I cover my face with an angry sound of frustration. “Why are we talking about me? I’m worried about you!” I cry, dropping my hands. “He wants to f*ck you, Remington. I swear if anyone hurts you I’m going to hurt them back tenfold!”
He pats my rump. “I’m a big boy. Now let’s go meet your parents.”
“I couldn’t survive what you did last time! It’s her decision now.”
“This won’t be like last time.”
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WE WAIT FOR my parents in my living room.
I’ve gone through everything in my head, wanting to protect them, wanting to protect Nora, but in the end, I just don’t feel like lying for anyone or to anyone anymore. My parents deserve the truth, even if it hurts. I won’t sit by and watch them judge and withhold any affection from Remington because they believe he will hurt me, when I, I was the one who hurt him with my false sense of heroism wanting to save my sister.
God, but what if she’s unsavable?
What if she’s so far in that she will never come out, and if she does, what if, like a true junkie, she falls back in, over and over again?
When my parents arrive, they hardly look at me—their eyes fly straight behind me and up to Remington’s face.
My father bristles. “You’re her boyfriend? You’re the one who knocked her up, then dumped her on our doorstep?”
Remington walks around me, a tower looking down at my dad. “Yes, that’s me.” He puts his hand on my stomach, adding, “It better be me.”
I expel a breath. “It’s you. Now, let’s all relax a bit.”
“I’m not relaxed,” Remy counters in that low voice of his as he eyes my father, then my mother. “She’s been alone. If I’d wanted her to be alone, I wouldn’t have brought her home.”
“I am fine, Remington. Dad, ease back and sit down.” I grab Remy’s wrist and he lets me pull him back and draw him to the sitting area, my parents following. He sits down next to me and splays a hand on my stomach, quiet.
I drag in a breath and look at my parents.
“Mom and Dad, Nora fooled you. She wasn’t traveling the world last season. She was going out with a man they call the Scorpion. She was not in Hawaii or Timbuktu; she was traveling with him, at the same time I was traveling with Remington. Scorpion is a fighter too.”
My mother’s hand flies to her mouth but doesn’t quite manage to smother her distressed little gasp.
“The Scorpion fed Nora drugs and kept her enthralled with him. In order for her to be released, Remy gave away the championship. And I think she might need our help again this year.”
My mother’s eyes dart to my right and up, and my father doesn’t bat an eyelash, for he’s been staring at nothing but Remy the whole time. By the tension of all those muscles next to me, I know Remington is keeping his eyes on him too.
“Oh, Nora,” my mother sighs drearily as she clutches her head.
“You took a dive for little Nora?” my dad suddenly asks him. My father is a coach—and he respects athletes. “Threw the match for her?”
Remy laughs softly and leans forward, propping his elbows on his knees. “No. I threw it for Brooke.”
My dad immediately stands, and in that same instant Remy slowly, in that lionlike way of his, comes to his feet.
“Remington, I think you and I got off on the wrong foot.” My father comes around the coffee table and extends his hand. His entire hostility has vanished. He looks a thousand pounds lighter now and even wears a little grin. “I’m Lucas Dumas.”
Remy doesn’t even look at the hand—he immediately takes it and shakes it, hard and firm like he is, his voice gruff with emotion. “I’m Remington.”
THIRTEEN
THE WAIT IS OVER
She left me a message.
In my room the night Remington left, I discovered a note tucked under my pillow.
It’s not what you think. I will be back after the season. I’ve got this. Please don’t come after me!
What. The f*ck?
Puzzlement doesn’t even begin to describe my reaction to the note.
I can’t stop reading it. It’s as though I want to read something hidden between each of the scrawled letters, but there’s nothing.
Mom and Dad have been coming over daily, going Nora this, Nora that. They’re used to her being flighty and irresponsible, but on this occasion, they’re very concerned about what we told them. My guess is that the only reason they aren’t completely losing it is because, before Remington left, he asked them to make sure I’m well taken care of, and he’d make sure Nora came back home.
My parents beamed. And me?
I excused myself to the restroom. Where I sat for a little while, trying to breathe. I still can’t breathe well, just thinking about anything, anything at all, that has to do with Scorpion . . . and Remy. I considered showing Mom and Dad the note, but how can I add to their worry when they essentially can’t do anything about it? I just can’t.