And wouldn’t Lauren be one hell of a skeleton in the man’s closet come election time?
That scared the hell out of Liam. If politics were in this guy’s future, it would give him even more motivation to silence Lauren so she was never a thorn in his side.
“Lauren—”
Before he could get out what he was going to say, there was a loud knock on the door. Followed by a guy’s bellow.
“Lauren! Open up. It’s Seth. Are you okay? If you don’t answer in thirty seconds, I’m coming in.”
Lauren scrambled to her feet. Noah and Liam were instantly on guard. Noah was already reaching for his gun while Lauren made a mad dash for the door.
She threw it open and before she could say a word, she was yanked out the door and shoved behind a man wearing a policeman’s uniform.
Gun up in one hand, the other pushing Lauren farther behind him, the cop advanced into the room.
“Put your weapons down and your hands up where I can see them,” the cop snarled. “Don’t give me any reason to shoot.”
“Seth, listen to me,” Lauren pleaded. “They aren’t here to hurt me.”
Seth held up a hand to silence Lauren.
“Who the hell are you and what are you doing in Lauren’s apartment? And you better damn well have a permit to carry those guns, otherwise you’ll be spending the night in my jail. If you so much as laid one finger on Lauren, I’ll make sure I lose the damn key.”
“Whoa, dude, you need to chill out and listen to what Lauren’s trying to tell you,” Noah said, even as he carefully set the gun down on the coffee table.
“Hands up,” Seth barked.
Noah complied and Liam tossed his weapon onto the floor, then carefully raised his hands up and laced his fingers behind his head.
Seth slowly advanced, his gun never lowering and his gaze never moving from Liam and Noah. When he was close enough to get to the weapons Liam and Noah had discarded, he bent carefully and retrieved them. Then he motioned for Liam to move to the couch where Noah stood.
“Sit down. Both of you.”
Liam blew out an exasperated breath. Damn it, they didn’t have time for this shit.
Seth backed toward the door where Lauren still stood, wide-eyed, taking it all in.
“Are you all right?” Seth asked in a low voice.
She nodded vigorously. “Seth, they aren’t here to hurt me. Max hired them. I mean before, when I was in New York. He hired them to protect me after what happened. They’ve been investigating and they came because they needed to ask me some questions.”
Seth glanced back and forth between the two men on the couch and Lauren, almost as if trying to gauge whether Lauren was acting and speaking of her own free will.
Evidently satisfied that she was, he slowly lowered his weapon and holstered it. He turned back to Lauren. “One of my deputies reported seeing two badass-looking guys forcing their way into your apartment. He hightailed it into the office to report to me. I told him to call Max, and then I got over here as fast as I could.”
Lauren groaned. “Did you have to call Max, Seth? You could have waited to see what was going on before you got him all worked up.”
Seth’s eyebrow went up. “We all look out for you, Lauren. Max would kick my ass if I didn’t let him know about this. Besides, if he hired them, then he ought to be happy they’re doing their job.”
Then he turned to Noah and Liam and held out his hand. “Seth Colter. I’m sheriff here. Lauren is family, and we take family very seriously. We watch out for her.”
Liam stood and shook Seth’s hand, and then Noah did the same.
“No hard feelings,” Noah said mildly. “I’m glad she has plenty of people watching out for her safety. She needs it since she wasn’t exactly truthful about what danger she’s in.”
Seth frowned and looked back at Lauren. “What does that mean?”
Lauren’s face went red and her eyes gleamed with a murderous light.
“Don’t think you’re getting off scot-free,” Noah warned. “Max has to know. Seth sure as hell needs to know. He’s the sheriff here and he has responsibility for far too many lives to be kept in the dark.”
Seth scowled. “Somebody mind telling me what the hell is going on here?”
Lauren glanced behind her through the still-open door, and when she turned back, her lips were pulled down into an expression of unhappiness
“You may as well hold off on any explanation,” she said, displeasure evident in her tone. “Max is here, and he’s going to want to hear everything.”
Chapter 5
HOW had everything so quickly spiraled out of control? Lauren wanted to do nothing more than order everyone out of her apartment and bar the door. But she knew that wasn’t going to solve anything.
It was bad enough she was going to have to explain to her brother that she’d lied to him. But now Noah and Liam were here. In the flesh. In her tiny living room. And she was going to have to confess everything in front of Seth, and while he was family, she was uncomfortable with so many people knowing just how badly she’d screwed up.
“Lauren? Seth?” Max called.
She could hear the anxiety in his voice, and she squeezed her eyes shut.
“It’s okay, Max. Come on up,” Seth called down. “Lauren is fine.”
A few moments later, Max burst into the room, his gaze immediately seeking Lauren out. He went to her and pulled her into his arms. She sighed and absorbed the hug, resting her head against his chest. She was just waiting for the bubble to burst and for reality—and her past—to rudely intrude.
Max pulled her away, palming her shoulders. Then he glanced beyond her to where Noah and Liam now stood just a few feet away.
“What’s going on? Why are you two here? Is Lauren in danger?”
Liam shot her a look of sympathy. Noah had less mercy, however.
“Lauren lied to us about who hurt her,” Noah said bluntly. “When we found out, we came here immediately to question her.”
Max frowned, and Lauren could see the wheels turning in his head as he grappled with what Noah had just thrown at him. His jaw went tight, a sure sign of anger, and he started forward, but she put her hand on his arm.
“Don’t, Max,” she said in a low voice. “I did lie.”
He jerked his gaze from Noah and Liam, his eyes wide with astonishment. “Why on earth would you lie? I don’t understand. I saw what you looked like, Lauren. You can’t tell me that son of a bitch didn’t put those bruises on you.”
Her lips turned down again, and she glanced away, tears stinging the lids of her eyes. But she gulped them back. She wasn’t going to use a dirty trick to get out of this. It was time to own up to what she’d done.
“She made up a name and description of someone else,” Liam said.
He took a step toward Lauren until he was close enough that she could feel the warmth emanating from him. His hand slid up her back and remained between her shoulder blades. No one could see where his hand rested, but she appreciated the show of support more than she could possibly verbalize.
“Why?” Max demanded.
Seth frowned and leaned against the doorway that separated the living room from the small kitchen area. “I’m lost.”
“She was afraid,” Liam said quietly. “Joel Knight is the asshole’s name and he’s involved in prostitution. According to Lauren, he has quite a few people on his payroll, including several members of law enforcement.” He sighed hard and glanced sideways at Lauren. “She was trying to protect you . . . and us.”
Max stared at Liam for a long moment as if he thought Liam had lost his mind. Then he turned his gaze to Lauren. “Is this true?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“What else did you lie about?” Max asked bluntly. “What did he do to you, Lauren? You said he hit you. That he slapped and punched you. What else did that son of a bitch do to you? What else haven’t you told me?”
The blood drained out of her face, and she could no longer meet her brother’s gaze. Liam slid his arm around her, uncaring that Max was mere feet away, and Liam squeezed her shoulders, pulling her underneath his arm until she was flat against him, one shoulder lodged solidly underneath his.
“There’s no need to have this discussion in front of so many people,” Liam said in a low voice. “Lauren’s embarrassed and scared enough as it is.”
She wanted to hug him and never let go. But at the same time, she was ashamed of the fact she was still hiding, only this time she was hiding behind Liam.
Max blew out a deep breath and then scrubbed a hand through his hair. “I just want to know what the hell is going on. First question. Is Lauren in any immediate danger? Is this asshole coming after her?”
Noah held up his hand. “We have no reason to believe he has any idea where she is. We sure as hell haven’t told anyone. We came because we needed to confirm what our source told us so that we can do some more digging on this guy.”
Max’s lips tightened. “You should have contacted me first. You work for me.”
Liam nodded. “Yeah, we do. But we weren’t going to you with the possibility that Lauren had held back information unless we knew that to be true. And the only way to find that out was to ask her.”
Max looked long and hard at Lauren, and then his gaze softened. “Are you all right? I wish to hell I knew what you were thinking or why you just wouldn’t tell me the truth.”
“I’m fine,” she croaked, and cringed at how easily she lied to her brother now. The truth was she wanted to crawl into a hole and die. But she couldn’t very well say that.
“What do we need to do?” Max directed at Noah and Liam. “Are there any precautions that Lauren needs to take? How likely is this guy to come after her?”
“It’s hard to say,” Noah said grimly. “We need to find out everything we can about him.”
Lauren trembled against Liam and his grip tightened on her.
“We aren’t going to let anything happen to you, Lauren,” Liam murmured.
“I don’t want her left alone,” Max said sharply. “Is this the sort of thing you can have others do for you?” Then he shook his head. “I think you should move back in with me and Callie, Lauren.”
“Max, no,” Lauren pleaded. “I like it here. I just got moved in. My job’s just across the street. Clyde is a world away from New York City. You heard Noah. They haven’t told anyone where I am. How on earth would he find me, and who says he even cares what I’m doing now?”
Max looked torn. Seth was frowning.
“I hate to upset you, Lauren, but I’m in agreement with Max on this one,” Seth said. “You shouldn’t be alone. Especially until we’ve had time to investigate this guy. I’m assuming from your tone that you have no desire to press charges?”
She shook her head emphatically. “He’d be out of jail in an hour. He’d never do time. I just want to forget he ever existed. I don’t want to give him any reason to care about me one way or another.”
Seth didn’t look happy, but he didn’t try to talk her into it.
“She won’t be alone,” Noah said. “Liam and I would stick to her until we are absolutely certain this guy poses no threat.”
“What do you want to do, Lauren?” Max asked.
He was staring hard at Liam’s arm wrapped protectively around her. His gaze swept up and down the bigger man as if trying to figure out what it was he was missing in the big picture.
Lauren sucked in a breath and then glanced at each of the occupants of the room.
If she swore off any protection, A) she’d be the world’s biggest dumbass; and B) Max would have her moved back in with him and Callie in an hour flat. So much for asserting any sort of independence.
“I want to stay here. In my apartment,” she finally said.
“And you’re okay with Noah and Liam shadowing you twenty-four hours a day?” Max asked.
She snuck a quick glance at Noah. Liam, she was relatively sure of. His hold on her spoke volumes. Noah . . . well, she didn’t know if he was still pissed or if he would be even more so once he got stuck babysitting her on a full-time basis again.
“Why are you looking at me that way?” Noah asked, his eyes narrowing.
“Because I’m not sure it’s fair to ask you to take on the job of babysitting me again,” she said bluntly. “I lied to you. I made your job more difficult. I wouldn’t blame you if you couldn’t wait to see the back of me.”
“How about you let me worry about what I consider difficult,” Noah said softly. “Whether you move in with your brother or you stay here in this apartment, you’re stuck with me.”
“And me,” Liam interjected.
“And Liam,” Noah agreed. “So you better just get used to it. Until we know exactly who and what we’re dealing with, you’re going to be tripping over us on a daily basis.”
