Better When He's Brave (Welcome to the Point #3)(64)
“My mom is a drunk. She had a bottle in her hand the second I was born and hasn’t put it down since. She was never very interested in being a mother, but she was beautiful and had an uncanny ability to attract very dangerous and powerful men.”
“Like Novak.”
He nodded in the darkness and I could see how rigid his jaw was as he talked to me. “Novak and my dad, Elias King.”
I couldn’t stop the shocked gasp that fell from my lips. The life of Elias King was a horror story parents told their children to get them to come home early at night and to keep them on the straight and narrow. His was a name whispered in fear when his awful misdeeds were tossed out as a warning to young girls. Elias King was a serial killer. A rampaging murderer that had raped and murdered more woman than I had fingers and toes. Not to mention when they finally arrested him the guy had been sitting on enough black-tar heroin to feed all the junkies in the entire state’s habit for years to come.
“No.” There was no way on earth that this man, this marvelous, amazing, law-abiding man, came from a horrific miscreant like Elias King. Titus had monsters inside of him but I couldn’t believe he was born of them.
“Yes. I think my mom knew what he was up to; that’s what started her drinking in the first place. She learned her lesson, though, and when she got knocked up with Bax she knew enough not to saddle him with a killer’s last name. I’ve had a mass murderer following me everywhere I go my entire life.”
“Oh my God, Titus, I had no idea.”
“Not many people do. It’s not something I advertise, and King is a common enough last name that people rarely make the connection. My mom was pregnant with me right before he went away. I’ve never even seen him in person. I only know what the rest of the world knows through the news and media. He’s slated for execution but the date keeps getting pushed back.”
“But still . . .” I trailed off, still trying to work my way through his major revelation.
“When I was fifteen I had this friend named Jordan. His mom used to bring him by Gus’s shop and we would dick around with cars. He was from the Hill but I didn’t really think anything of it until one day his mom told him not to talk to me, not because of my dad but because of where I was from. Seriously, I came from murderous genes, but because I was poor and from the Point, that was why she didn’t want us to be friends? It was so f*cked up, but it made me realize that was what my life was always going to look like. It was bad enough I had a killer’s last name, but I was also from the wrong side of town to ever be of use to anyone.”
I was breathing heavy and my heart was thundering in my ears. I couldn’t believe he was giving all of this to me. Letting me inside the cage that held his monsters.
“Well, turns out Jordan’s mom was at the shop a lot and it wasn’t because she had car problems. She was there because she was sleeping with Gus. I told her if she didn’t let me come to the Hill with her, if she didn’t give me a shot to get out of high school and into college so I could make something of myself, I would tell her husband everything. Gus being Gus agreed to help me if she didn’t bend.”
“What did he do?” I barely breathed the words, fascinated by this other side of him.
“There was a video. Gus wasn’t the shy type. She moved me into her mansion, got me into a fancy Hill private school, and let me stay there until I graduated. I blackmailed my way into a future, and I left my little brother behind to fend for himself while I did it. I wish I could tell you I did it all so I could go back and help Bax and my mom, so that I could take care of them, but I did it because I wanted to be more than a broke kid from the inner city. It wasn’t about the money; it was about the way people looked at me. With a uniform I got respect, and it didn’t matter if I was on the Hill or in the gutter of the Point. I mattered. It was in my first year on patrol that I realized I could actually make a difference. I could stop kids like Bax from getting sucked into the criminal underground. I could help young girls have something more than a corner to work on. I could make a difference and matter in a way that actually counted for something while being a better man and placing myself as far away from the legacy of Elias King as possible. I wanted the innocent, the people that still had a chance to make the right kind of choices, to have a shot. My reasons for being a cop didn’t start out anywhere near as altruistic and noble as most people think, and I have to live with that. That’s why I work so hard, why everyone out there in my city—good or bad—matters to me. Everyone has choices to make, Reeve, and they aren’t always going to be the right ones. Sometimes they’re the necessary ones. Just because you do bad things doesn’t automatically make you a bad person. There is a gray area there that I have a tendency to ignore because I don’t want to be reminded that I spent plenty of time there myself. That isn’t fair to you.”
The car finally skidded to a stop in a shower of gravel and dust. The headlights illuminated the drop-off in front of us. The moon was high in the sky, forcing its way through smog and clouds to shine silver. It was the same color as Titus’s eyes when he was turned on, when he was buried deep inside of me.
“I haven’t had my parents in my life for a long time, so I shouldn’t feel like I lost them. But I do.”
“I felt that way when I locked Bax up. I knew he wouldn’t understand that I had to do my job, and when he got out, the first time I saw him he punched me in the face. He hated me.” He turned off the car and reached out a finger to twist a piece of my long hair around it.