Be My Brayshaw (Brayshaw High #4)(11)

There is so much the boys don’t know, things the Brayshaws likely thought they’d long buried, but that’s the thing about secrets, it takes two to have one.

Or so the na?ve believe.

The only way to bury the truth is to bury the man, the manipulator, and the predecessor.

How they forget, I don’t know, but...

For every burning king, there’s a boy who rises from the ash.

That’s how kingdoms work.

That is the exact reason I haven’t dropped to my knees and let all my secrets pour from my mouth.

This family’s strength, while unwavering and unparalleled, wasn’t built on loyalty as most believe.

It was built on blood and betrayal.

My truths will hurt some, break many, and might just lead one Brayshaw to the grave, but greed is a cunning bastard, and I’m its newest victim.

I could leave and take my secrets with me, but I won’t.

I want in, and not just for Captain, for me, too.

I’ll tell them when they’re ready for more and let the consequences fall where they may.

I drop my head back. “Did your PI really find nothing on me?”

He fights a smirk. “Nothing. I had thought Mero died long ago, so I never would have thought to look for clues that could lead to him. They hid you well. Both my brother and your father.”

I nod. “Mero was careful, sure, but it was Donley who gets most of the credit. I would spot people trailing or watching us, and I knew who they were sent by. Mero knew too, but he didn’t care. To him it was like free security. He pretended never to notice, but he saw everything. Donley pretty much cleaned up any crumb he might have left behind. He allowed no room for chances.”

Rolland regards me a long moment. “There was a price.”

“There’s always a price, Rolland, and his was high. Wanna know what it was?”

“Do you want to tell me?”

“Raven’s life,” I rush out, having never shared this before, and a heavy ache twists in my ribs. “If Mero lost me, no matter how it happened, he would kill her. If I stayed his, stayed hidden, she got to live.”

Deep lines form at the edge of his eyes and he shifts his body to face me better. “Victoria—”

“The threat wasn’t even meant for me, but for Donley. What kind of girl would care to protect some random girl who shared her blood, right? After all, family ran deeper than blood...”

Rolland’s eyes narrow. “He shared that with you?”

“More like drilled it into me, made sure I’d never forget them, never turn my back on him for my father. Guess he had some fear I might care for the man.”

“Those words are sacred in my family.” Rolland’s lips press into a firm line.

I shrug, knowing full well the weight the Brayshaw sentiment holds on your soul, and refocus the conversation.

“Mero tossed out the threat on Raven’s life knowing Donley planned to leave Raven right where she was—the last thing he wanted was for her to end up here and people to find out what he had done, raped the virgin that was promised to his own successor out of greed and need for a male heir. He brought his own family down, but it took an eighteen-year-old, five-foot-three chick’s fearlessness for him to realize it.”

“He was a weak man in more ways than one,” Rolland studies me.

“I could have walked away,” I tell him. “So many times, I could have left, just… ran. It would have been so easy.”

“Yet you stayed with a monster.”

A sad scoff leaves me, and while I keep my head facing forward, I shift my eyes to Rolland. “To protect a sister I didn’t even know.”

“Why?”

“Because even though I’d never met her, never saw her, my gut told me her purpose was bigger than mine,” I answer instantly. “I was right.”

Rolland inhales as he stands, and when he offers me his hand, I take it, allowing him to pull me to my feet.

He stands there, staring straight on with his shoulders high and eyes bright, a vibrant green like his only biological son.

“That is honor,” he says. “That is loyalty without purpose or personal gain. That, Victoria Vega, is Brayshaw.”

Warmth wrapped guilt starts under my ribs, slowly spreading throughout my chest as unease drives my eyes to a second floor of the Brayshaw Mansion, to the window that leads to a certain little girl’s room, and what do you know...

He’s watching.





Chapter 3





Captain



She releases my dad’s hand, her eyes remaining locked with mine.

Her existence is infuriating.

Intoxicating.

Fucking troubling.

I don’t know what it is or why it’s there, but there’s a fiery pull between us, one that’s been brewing since the beginning, and with her under the same roof as me now, I can only suspect it’ll grow.

My eyes narrow on their own accord and she tips her head, not willing to look away first.

I hate how my body senses hers, but worse, I hate what the little fact confirms.

She drives me fucking mad, but goddamn how mad I could drive her— “Whatcha lookin’ at, Pacman?” Raven cuts into my thoughts.

I glare at the girl in our yard. “She looks nothing like you, polar opposite, in fact.”