The Hidden Truths Series Box Set

by Brittney Sahin

  “I’ll bring Kate upstairs,” Michael said as he tossed his car keys to Connor. “See you guys later.”

  Kate and Michael rode the elevator in silence to his home. She watched as he turned on the security cameras and alarms. He investigated every inch of his loft before allowing Kate to wander freely, just to be on the safe side.

  “You’re being a bit overprotective,” she announced when he returned to the front entrance, where she had been waiting.

  “Better to be safe,” he warned.

  Perhaps seeing Nathan had put him on edge. Great. Just what she needed. Michael even further on edge.

  “So, what should we do while we wait for the guys?” she asked, lacing her fingers together.

  “Hungry?”

  “Are we . . . should we talk about what happened earlier?” She moved toward him, and he took a cautious step back and into the kitchen.

  Was he afraid of her? Afraid of losing control again? For a military man, he seemed to lack self-control when it came to Kate.

  “What is there to say? We almost screwed up. We can’t let that happen again. We need to concentrate on finding your stalker.” He turned his back to her and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

  She watched his tan throat as he gulped down the cold water. She needed to cool off, herself. The circuits were misfiring in her brain. A crazy person was spying on her, and she could only think about how Michael’s hands would feel on her body. But a distraction from her dark life might be what she needed. “Did we screw up?” She moved closer to him. The words that tumbled from her lips contradicted the cautious whispers inside her.

  He withdrew the bottle from his lips and set it on the counter. “Yes,” he said without hesitation. “Being with you again would be amazing, but you want more, right? I mean, you said you don’t want a relationship because of your job, but you also don’t just screw, right?” He scratched the back of his head and squinted a little as he observed her. “I guess I’m a little confused as to what you want, but I do know what I can and can’t do.”

  She inhaled at his words and released a slow breath. “You help me forget the craziness that’s going on in my life. I feel safe with you, Michael.”

  He moved closer to her and tilted her chin up to look into her eyes. “You shouldn’t feel safe with me. I’m fucked up.” His voice was low. He almost looked—dangerous. But he was trying, too, wasn’t he? To get her to be the one to back away?

  Her eyes shut, and she licked her lips. “You don’t scare me.”

  “I should. Do you know how many people I’ve killed? Do you know the things I’ve been ordered to do to get terrorists to talk? I’m a killer, Kate.”

  The grittiness to his voice and the reality of what he’d said caused her eyes to flash open.

  She remembered the three scars on his chest, and she reached for him, but he recoiled.

  Her hand remained outstretched in the air, cold and alone. She finally pulled it back to her side and narrowed her eyes on him. “You aren’t a killer. You were saving lives.”

  He cupped the back of his neck and moved his head around a bit. He was uncomfortable—she could see it in his movements, and in the now-blank look in his eyes. He was shutting down on her. Again.

  “I can’t be with you. As much as I want you,” he admitted and took a step away from her.

  “But I need you.”

  She’d never said those words to any man in her life. She’d never needed to.

  “And you have me—to help you. But that’s all I can give.”

  “Michael, you’re not a bad guy. Please, believe me.”

  “You don’t know me,” he said with a hollow look in his eyes.

  “Let me get to know you,” she begged, taking a step closer. She was willing to sidestep her plans if it meant having a chance to be with this man.

  “I’m sorry. I just can’t.” And then he turned and left.

  She tried to fight the sick feeling that was enveloping her. She couldn’t believe her life right now. Her mother had been murdered. She had a stalker.

  And she was allowing herself to fall for a man with a field of ice around his heart.

  Kate paced back and forth in her bedroom, trying to wrap her head around her situation, as well as her feelings for Michael.

  She stopped moving when she thought she heard something.

  Were Jake and Connor back?

  She opened her door and started to walk down the hallway, but halted at the sound of a voice—a woman’s voice.

  She edged down the hall as quietly as possible and peeked around the corner.

  The redhead.

  “You need to leave.” Michael had his hand on the woman’s forearm as he motioned with the other for the elevator.

  The woman was looking up at him, but Kate couldn’t see her face.

  “Please, I need to make things right.”

  The woman’s voice was muffled, as though she’d been crying. Her shoulders slumped forward and shuddered slightly.

  “This isn’t a good time. Please, I promise we’ll talk, but I can’t do this right now.” Michael moved to the elevator and pressed a button. “Where are you staying?” he asked as the doors opened.

  “Where I always stay,” the woman responded as she stepped into the elevator.

  “I’ll be in touch.”

  Kate jumped back around the corner when the elevator doors closed, and Michael turned around. She rushed as fast as she could with light footsteps to her room and pulled the door shut behind her. She was thankful that his doors didn’t creak upon closing.

  Michael wasn’t the problem, she realized while sitting on the bed. She was. She was letting this man affect not only her confidence but her ability to think rationally.

  “You need to eat.” Michael was knocking on her door a few minutes later. “I have a sandwich for you.”

  “I’m okay, but thank you,” she said when he entered.

  He ignored her words, placing a food tray beside her. “Eat.” He folded his arms and stared down at her. Was he going to stand before her and watch while she ate? He had some nerve.

  “Please.” He softened his stance a little, but he didn’t move. His eyes shifted to Kate’s legs, and he took a step back from the bed. “I’ll let you know when Jake and Connor are back,” he said after clearing his throat.

  Kate watched him leave and was glad that he pulled the door shut behind him. She stared down at the sandwich and fought the childish urge to throw the plate at the door. Goddamn you, Michael Maddox.

  She felt something pulling inside her, swelling to the surface.

  Tears warmed her cheeks, and she wet her lips. Her emotions pushed through her mind like a tsunami engulfing the shore. She tried not to give in to the pain, but she was at her breaking point.

  Chapter Seventeen

  It was close to nine when Kate left her bedroom. She needed fresh air. She didn’t see any sign of Michael as she entered the living room and exited to the balcony.

  She wasn’t sure how long she’d been standing there looking out at the city, but she could feel Michael’s presence before he spoke.

  “I have an update.”

  She tensed at the sound of his words and slowly turned to face him. “Yeah?”

  He sat on one of the lounge chairs and gripped the arms. “Erick Jensen is out of town. And I spoke to your father. He corroborated Nathan’s story. He also mentioned knowing Erick, as well. But I feel like something is off with your dad. I don’t know.”

  “You think he’s keeping something from you? Why would he do that?” She rubbed her arms, trying to push away a sudden chill.

  “I’m not sure.”

  She forced herself to take a seat on the chair next to Michael. She didn’t think her legs would support the weight of her body any longer.

  “You cold? The temperature here drops a little at night.”

  “No, I’m okay. The breeze feels good.” The coldness of her body and skin had nothing to do wit
h the weather.

  “You haven’t heard from your stalker since you came here. Maybe he or she got scared off.” He rubbed his temples and glanced at Kate.

  “Regardless—”

  “You still want to know who killed your mom.” He stood up and folded his arms.

  She nodded, then tilted her head back, looking at the starlit sky. Did she believe in heaven? God? Was her mom up there somewhere, the woman that she’d never met?

  She could feel the tears brimming to the edges of her eyes. Being in Charlotte was too painful—even if she hadn’t found herself in such a crazy situation, she should have known how coming to this city would affect her.

  “Kate!” Michael shouted her name, his face scrunching as he suddenly charged her way.

  Before she could even respond, he grabbed her by the forearms and yanked her forward out of the chair. He pressed her to the ground, covering her body with his.

  She looked up at him, breathless, as he cupped the back of her head to keep it from hitting the ground. He braced himself over her like some sort of human shield—but why?

  “I want you to crawl into the house—and stay behind me, okay?” he whispered.

  “Wh—what? Why?”

  “Just do it—now.” He shifted back off her as she went to her hands and knees and crawled toward the parted doors. Fear clutched hold of her heart, ringing it tight—but she forced herself to keep moving.

  Once inside, Michael stood up and shut the doors, and then he commanded the blinds to close. “We’re okay in here.”

  “What the hell was that all about?” she asked while wrapping her arms around her chest, her body trembling as Michael grabbed his phone off the table.

  He didn’t answer her, instead, he made a call. “Jake, get over here now. It’s urgent.”

  “Talk to me,” she demanded once he ended the call.

  He came up in front of her and gripped her forearms, steadying his gaze on hers. “You had a sniper rifle trained on your chest.” He inhaled a sharp breath and stepped back, releasing his hold. “The glass is bulletproof. Don’t worry.”

  “I—what?”

  “Your stalker had you in his sights. A red dot sight. I know one when I see it.”

  She could feel her body tighten, her skin crawl. She wanted to hide inside a shell, snap it closed, and bury herself at the bottom of the deep sea. The situation was hitting her in an all-too-real way. Her skin grew clammy, and her vision blurred.

  The next thing she knew, Michael was rushing to her side and holding her upright. “You okay?”

  “I think I should sit down.” He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the couch. “You could’ve been killed. You used your body as a damn shield, Michael,” she bit out, angry at him for risking his life for her—a woman he barely knew. Goddamn you.

  “Are you crazy? Of course, I’m going to protect you, but—”

  “No, I never meant for you to put your life on the line for me. Jesus, Michael, I should leave—” Michael’s fingers came over her lips, cutting her off.

  “Hell, no.” His fingers slipped free from her lips. “I’m in this with you until the end. Until whoever just tried to kill you is in jail or six feet under. Preferably the latter. Got it?”

  Her eyes narrowed as she digested his words. “And after—what happens after?” she softly asked. But she knew, didn’t she? Michael would disappear from her life once she was safe.

  Michael bowed his head for a moment, his hand resting on her thigh. But before he could answer, the elevators buzzed.

  “What’s going on?” Jake blurted the second Michael let him in.

  Kate swallowed back her emotion and looked up to see both Jake and Connor standing before her.

  Michael pointed to the closed windows. “Someone had a red dot sight focused on Kate’s chest.”

  “Shit. Are you okay?” Connor sat beside her.

  She looked up into Connor’s light green eyes and nodded. “Yeah, I think so.”

  “We might be able to peg the stalker’s location. Can you show me where you think the sniper was located?” Jake asked while approaching the balcony doors.

  “No, don’t open them. What if the sniper shoots?” Kate threw her hand in the air.

  “I won’t go out there right now, don’t worry.” Jake turned toward Michael. “I can pull up the hotel blueprints. We should be able to triangulate the position of the shooter and go from there. He must be staying in my damn hotel.”

  Michael nodded and then left the room for a minute. He returned carrying his laptop and handed it off to Jake. “Connor, maybe we should get Kate’s father over here,” Michael suggested.

  “No,” she said. “I don’t want him to know what happened. He’ll freak.”

  “It’s your decision,” Michael responded. “Why don’t you get some rest while we figure this out?”

  “You think I’m capable of sleep?” Kate rose to her feet and watched as Jake sat in the armchair opposite of her and began working fast on the laptop.

  “No, but maybe you should lie down,” Michael answered while coming around behind Jake’s chair so he could see the screen. “You’re safe, remember. Bulletproof glass.”

  Thank God you’re paranoid. Who else would install bulletproof glass, other than the President? Or maybe warlords? “Fine,” she said.

  “Everything’s going to be okay.” Michael cocked his head to the side as his eyes connected with hers.

  For some reason, she was getting the vibe that there was some other message embedded in his words—but she figured she was reading into it.

  “Your stalker is playing games. I don’t think he intended to shoot you. He used a fake identity to pay for his hotel room. And he left a note on the bed,” Jake said.

  “He what?” She looked away from Jake and over at Michael.

  Michael’s mouth was closed and his lips sealed.

  Kate reached for the small half-sheet of white paper that Michael offered her. Scribbled in black pen was a message: “They can’t protect you from me, but I’ll enjoy watching them try.”

  “We dusted the room for prints, but he left no evidence behind. Well, other than that note. He knew we would find the room. Clearly, he wanted us to.”

  She handed the paper back to Michael as a numbness overtook her limbs. Numb was good, though. Numb meant no pain.

  “We’ve started looking at the hotel surveillance footage to see if we can put a face to the guy in the room,” Jake said.

  She watched from a few feet away, hands clenched at her sides, as Jake sat in front of the laptop with Connor at his side.

  It was now after midnight. It had been three hours since someone pointed a sniper rifle at her. In what world was she living now? “How do you know who you’re looking for?”

  “Well, anyone who goes out of his way to avoid the cameras would be a good start,” Jake said before shooting her an innocent, sideways grin. “Plus, we’ve narrowed the feeds down to the time when he pointed the gun at you.”

  She rubbed her arms and looked at the closed blinds. Her stalker had been at the hotel across the street. For how long? And he had been in her hotel room, watching her sleep, not so long ago.

  “Wait. Stop right there,” Connor said. He reached for Jake’s computer and shifted it onto his lap.

  Kate came up behind him and watched as Connor pressed a few buttons and zoomed in on the screen, focusing on the reflection of a man in the mirrored elevator doors. “I know him.” There was an air of confidence in his voice as his face registered alarm. “It has to be him.” He rubbed his beard and exhaled. “That’s Dustin Scott.”

  “Shit, you’re right. A former sniper for the Navy Seals,” Jake said.

  “And he’s a fucking psycho,” Michael added. He was standing next to her now, and he pressed a hand to her back.

  “What? You think he’s my stalker?”

  “Well, he’s on the FBI’s most wanted list. He’s a hired hitman,” Jake said.

  Terror
threatened to bring down her entire house of cards in about two point five seconds if someone didn’t make her feel better soon.

  “Dustin was in the Navy until he was discharged a few years ago. Word is that he flipped sides and sold secrets to the Taliban insurgents—he’s the kind of guy who will sell his own mother to make a buck,” Jake said.

  Just great.

  “But the government could never prove anything while he was in the military,” Michael noted.

  “Dustin’s good. Really good.” Was Connor trying to petrify her? “This isn’t his normal gig, though. Whoever hired him must be paying a substantial fee.”

  “Let’s take a break for a second,” Michael said and reached for Kate’s arm, guiding her to face him. “Are you okay?”

  No! She was losing her mind. She began massaging her temples.

  Was a murdering ex-Navy Seal really stalking her? And whom should she be more worried about—the sniper or the man or woman who was paying the sniper?

  “Do you think that Nathan’s our prime suspect?” she asked after taking a breath.

  “I have no idea,” Michael replied in a low voice.

  “I assume you’re canceling the auction dates on Friday?” Connor asked.

  “Of course,” Michael responded without hesitation.

  “You would probably want to kill me if I asked you to keep them as planned.” Jake was standing now, facing Michael.

  Michael snorted. “This isn’t the time to be making jokes.”

  “Hear me out for a second.” Jake held his palms up, showing that he wasn’t looking for a fight.

  Kate stared at Michael, wondering how he would respond to Jake. He stood tense and focused, with a clamped jaw and fists at his sides. He was ready to box.

  “Don’t even suggest it.” Michael glared at Jake with dark eyes—there was some unspoken conversation going on between them.

  “That we use Kate as bait?” Jake raised a brow and Michael tensed. “Dustin won’t expect Kate to be out in public after the stunt he pulled. It will piss him off that Kate isn’t scared. If we show Dustin we aren’t up for playing his games, then maybe he’ll make an uncalculated and irrational move—and we can get him.” Jake crossed his arms. “He obviously wants a challenge. He practically all but guaranteed zero access to Kate by focusing the sniper on her. I don’t know what his deal is, but I do know that he’ll never expect Kate to be on that date. He’ll screw up, and we can get him.”