Mine To Protect (Mine #6)(53)

Her breath sawed in and out of her lungs. Her body was shaking. Fury and pain and fear twisted inside of her as she stared at Victor.

Sister. I have a sister and he never told me. She’d only met Elizabeth Ward one time. One desperate time. Then the woman had vanished. “You sent her away.” The pieces were sliding into place, so very slowly now.

Blood dripped from his battered knuckles. “I was protecting her. Just like I’ve been protecting you.” He stepped toward her.

She retreated fast, because she couldn’t bear the idea of his touch, not right then. If he touched her, Zoe wasn’t sure what she’d do. Break apart? Attack him? Maybe both? “Were you?” Her words felt hard even as they burst from her mouth. “Or were you just using me? Trying to isolate me even more so that I was completely dependent on you?”

“No.” He shook his head. “No. I had to keep her safe. She married my brother—she’s family.”

“She’s my family, too, dammit! I had a right to know!” Her eyes burned, but not with tears. Just…fury. Fury was all she could handle in that moment. She wouldn’t let the fear and pain take over. She couldn’t.

He was still shaking his head. “This isn’t the place to talk about that, okay? I stopped the elevator, but that is just going to buy us a few minutes. Your bastard of an ex-lover will have his crews working to get this thing moving in no time.” And he took another step toward her.

There was no place for her to go. She was trapped between him and the back wall of the elevator. His hands lifted—

“Don’t,” she ordered. “Do not touch me right now. I-I can’t handle it, okay?”

He froze.

“My heart hurts,” she whispered. But the words were a lie. Her heart didn’t just hurt. It felt as if it had been ripped right out of her chest. Tom had been telling the truth. Victor’s reaction left no doubt about it. Elizabeth Ward was her sister. Victor had known and kept that secret from her. And if he’d kept that secret…how many other secrets does he have? “Why did you do this to me?”

His jaw locked. His face held no expression—his features were just tense, but his eyes blazed with desperate emotion. “You knew, all along, that I was working your father’s case. I told you. You knew I had a job to do. You even said you realized I was—”

“Why did you have to make me fall in love with you?” There. She’d said it. The stark, horrible words were out and she couldn’t pull them back. Zoe didn’t want them back. “Were you following orders? Doing anything to make me trust you?” She had to swallow twice in order to keep speaking. “Was that what your boss at the FBI ordered? My trust…so you could control me?”

“Zoe…” The desperation flared even more in his eyes. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

Sometimes, it was what people didn’t say that mattered the most. She’d just told him that she loved him. And he’d said…

I never wanted to hurt you.

Those words hurt the most. They told her that while she’d been giving him her heart, while she’d been getting lost in him, Victor had just been following his orders.

Building trust.

Breaking her.

“You kept holding back,” he rasped. “No one could get through to you. We knew Luther was working some new plan. We can’t let him back on the streets. He was supposed to cooperate with us—that was the whole reason you had protection.”

Her heart hurt even more. She lost her breath. The whole reason. Right. Because when Victor was with her, it wasn’t personal. All business. How could she have ever forgotten that?

“He can bring down nearly the entire East Coast crime syndicate—and the guy can destroy Vegas, too, you know it. His ties are that f*cking far reaching. But he stopped talking—he went back on the deal we’d made.”

A deal that had been set up to protect her. “I guess I didn’t mean that much to him. Not when his own freedom was on the line.”

Victor reached for her once more.

“No!”

His hands slammed down on either side of her head, his palms hitting the mirrored back wall of the elevator. “We don’t have time.”

He kept saying that crap.

“Tom is trying to take you.”

“Get away from me, Victor.” She hurt too much. He was too close. She couldn’t think.

“He offered me a deal. Dammit, it’s a deal I don’t want to take.”

Now she laughed, bitterly. “But you’re the man always making deals.”

“Tom wants you.”

“And you don’t.” No, hell, she hadn’t meant—

“I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone or anything in this world.” Victor’s words were guttural. “Never doubt that. You are not just a job. I am an *, a cold-hearted bastard. A f*cking fool. And you are the best thing that has ever come into my life.”

Now she was the one to shake her head. She wouldn’t believe him, not again. How many more lies did he have to tell?

“Your trust is gone. I saw it happen. I saw it die in your eyes. I saw the moment when you started to look at me the same way everyone else does.” His breath was ragged. “I didn’t want that. Not with you.”