by Alexia Praks
William was sitting on a cozy chair in one of the restaurants, facing us. His pale-blond hair glittered white under the bright indoor light. Once again, he looked very handsome, but even from this far, I could tell his pale-blue eyes were orbed dark. He was staring at me, of course, and I felt my whole being shake just a little. Suddenly, he smiled at me, that cold, dark smile of his. Then he lifted a glass of perhaps wine, as if toasting me.
“Mia,” James called.
I jumped. “Huh? Oh, sorry,” I managed to utter, flicking my gaze to James.
He pulled me to him by my elbow and turned me to hunky Tory.
“Mia, eh?” he said, winking.
I blushed. “Hi,” I said meekly, wondering why this half-Asian god was talking to me.
“Have you been dating long?” he asked.
“Huh?” My blush intensified. “Come again?”
He laughed.
“That’s enough, Tory. We’re in a hurry.” James interrupted. He had a scowl on his face that indicated he was pissed with where the conversation was heading.
“Ah, sorry, bro,” Tory said easily, his eyes twinkling. “Want to dine with us tomorrow night? It’s rare for all five of us to be here in the city at the same time.”
“Shit!” James said. “Is he here, too?”
I had no idea who could have made James look so annoyed.
“Don’t be such an ass, James,” Tory said. “You’re coming. Bring Mia, too. She’ll brighten the mood.” He winked at me again, and I blushed.
I turned to James for an answer. The man, however, just nodded.
“Fine,” he said, “but don’t expect a friendly encounter on my part.”
Tory just shrugged as if he didn’t care one way or another. “Like always.”
That said, the friends parted ways. As we stepped into the elevator, I turned my head to look at Tory one more time. I saw him walking into the restaurant and then take a seat opposite William. My stomach hollowed. Were they friends? Was William the one who made James so pissed?
Inside the elevator, I felt nervous all of a sudden. Not because of the numerous guards around or the fact I’d just stepped into such a classy place or that it was Las Vegas. It also wasn’t the fact that there were so many people here I didn’t know or that I’d just seen William, but because it’d be the first time in months since I’d seen my brother. Gosh, I really hoped he was all right.
James chuckled. I knew he found my nervousness amusing, but I really couldn’t help myself.
When the door dinged on the thirty-fifth floor, I stumbled out, and James had to steady me to keep me from falling.
“Thanks,” I murmured in embarrassment.
“Come on,” he said, taking my hand and leading me toward the end of the hallway.
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CHAPTER 29
Mia
We were in front of a door in no time, and James rang the bell. In an instant, it was drawn open widely, and I was greeted by one of the most intimidating men I’d ever met. James was intimidating, too, on first meeting, but at the same time, I felt drawn to him like a moth to a flame. I felt a type of an attraction to him that was difficult to break or explain.
This man standing before us, on the other hand, was just plain intimidating. He was tall and muscularly toned, with sandy-brown hair and steel-gray eyes. His aquiline features were darkly handsome, and I was pretty sure every female found him attractive. I guessed I wasn’t one of those females as I stared up at him, wide-eyed, like a child who had just met her first Santa Claus.
He smiled at James, and they shook hands. Suddenly, he turned his attention to me. I felt a little uneasy as his eyes roved over me. I didn’t utter a words as I stared up at him. Slowly, a hint of a smile played across his lips, and then he laughed.
“Fuck me!” Then he leaned his face closer to mine and said, “Yep. They’re siblings all right.” Then he grinned. He had quite a handsome smile. One that’d make every female’s knees weak. “Too bad you’re taken, sweetheart.”
A growl came from deep within James’s throat. “Hands off, Matt!” he snapped coldly.
This person is Matt? I thought in a mixture of awe, fright, and confusion. The Matt who I’d heard over the phone, the one who’d been torturing my brother? I could certainly imagine that. He looked the kind who would enjoy the vocation. And my poor brother Andy. My body shook at the thought.
Matt moved back and chuckled. “I got it. I got it,” he said in response to James’s threat as he held the door to let us in. “I’m not in the least bit interested in women. Don’t you worry over it.”
James snorted as he walked in. I filed in behind him, my eyes on the broadness of his shoulders as we came through. The moment I took a step to the side to take in the view of the place, I saw Andy, and my heart skipped a beat.
“Andy!” I cried out in both happiness and relief. “Oh, Andy!” I ran past the two men and threw myself into my brother’s arms.
“Mia,” Andy said, hugging me tight. “Oh, Mia, you came.”
I nodded as tears brewed in my eyes. My whole body was shaking. He’s fine, I told myself. He’s fine.
I clung to him, not wanting to let him go as he kept whispering, “I’m sorry, Mia. I’m so sorry. I should have never come here in the first place. I was in over my head. I’m so sorry.”
I shook my head and chuckled sadly. “No, it’s fine. It’s too late now. As long as you’re fine. As long as I get to see you again.”
I raised my eyes then and stared at him long and hard. Andy was a head taller than me, but he still wasn’t that tall nor was he that muscular. I guessed it ran in the family, our average height and slim build.
As I gazed at him, it was almost like I was staring at my own reflection. Our features were very similar, being siblings and all. Though, his were more defined and angular. Everyone stated he was a gorgeous young man, and I agreed with them. He was too handsome for his own good and looked the type that people liked to take advantage of. And not so oddly, I knew I was put in that same category. The easy to take advantage of part, not the gorgeous part.
It was a while later that Andy and I sat in the corner of the room, talking privately with each other. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to know everything from the beginning. About how he’d come to owe James Maxwell two million dollars.
“Tell me everything, Andy,” I said. “I want to know.”
Andy thought about it for a bit. I saw the dilemma in his eyes, but I wasn’t going to let him get away with it. We were siblings, after all, and I’d been taking care of him since our parents had passed away, since I’d been twelve and he was a mere ten-year-old boy. He owed me that much.
“Andy?” I urged.
In the corner of my eye, I noted the other two men, James and Matt, were in the open-plan kitchen, sipping coffee and having their own chitchat.
At this point, my mind also wondered why there was only one massive king-size bed in the room. It was a studio-like room. The place was just one big, open space, with the kitchen, living area, and bedroom all rolled into one. Apart from the bathroom on the other side that separated from this compartment, that was it.
I couldn’t help but wonder where Andy slept. Surely, this flashy hotel room belonged to Matt. Since James did say the man partially owned and fully operated this hotel, resort, and casino, this studio was probably one of his homes.
“I was stupid, Mia.” Andy began. “I thought I was doing great. I really wanted to make a better life for us, for you. When I made heaps of money, I’d buy a house and you could quit that pathetic job at the restaurant where no one values you or likes you.”
I felt tears sting my eyes. He’d always cared and worried about me, this brother of mine. Hadn’t he flung himself on top of me to protect me when Uncle Herbert was whipping me with a belt because I was clumsy and spilled tea on him? Hadn’t he subjected himself and surrendered to Uncle Herbert’s sexual assault so the disgusted man would keep his hands off me? Yes, this brot
her of mine really cared about me, and in his own way, he’d thought moving here to Las Vegas and starting a business would give us a better life. Only things didn’t turn out the way he’d expected.
I nodded. “I know.”
“So we had this plan, doing a business contract and all.” He continued. “They told me to borrow money from…” He turned his gaze to James then. “Mr. Maxwell owns lots of buildings and businesses, and he even funds start-up businesses as well. So I went to him and asked. I did a presentation. I mean, our business plan was solid, Mia. It was very solid. It was going to work out. I knew it in my gut. Even Mr. Maxwell said it was a good business plan.”
“But?” I couldn’t stop the tremor within my voice because I knew there was a but somewhere in the story. The but that destroyed everything. The but that turned everything upside down, including my life.
“But everything fell apart. The guys hadn’t planned on doing business with me from the beginning. They took the two million I borrowed and gambled it all. They lost everything.”
“Oh my God,” I uttered in disbelief.
“When Mr. Maxwell found out, he was livid. He wanted the money back, or else he’d… I didn’t even think… They said they had nothing to do with it…” He sighed, depressed. “Because it was only my name on the loan contract. I shouldn’t have believed them. I shouldn’t have allowed them to manage the funds. I shouldn’t have even let them have access to the account. But I trusted them, and…”
I saw fire within his dark-brown eyes, and my anger rose as well. I thought then that life was always so full of cheating, wasn’t it? Life was always so unfair. Like it was unfair that our parents’ lives were snatched away from us. That we had to live with an aunt who didn’t give a shit about us and an uncle who abused us.
“I wanted them to pay, so I followed them around. I had no choice, Mia. I was so pissed with them, and I wasn’t just going to let it slide. It was two million. I’d do anything to get back that money. Even if the business didn’t work out, I’d at least get to pay back Mr. Maxwell. So that one night, I found them in this underground trading place.” He laughed sadly.
“Turns out, they were doing some sort of drug trading and shit. I don’t know what happened, but I witnessed a whole lot of shit, Mia. I don’t know—the drugs, the guns, and the killing.” He raked his hands through his hair in frustration. His body was shaking as he continued.
“They all died. Those four bastards. They died in the shooting. The Albanian and the Mexican killed them. Then there was this other group as well. The leader is called William or something. I saw everything, and now they want me, the Albanian, the Mexican… They want me dead, Mia. Me! They want me dead just because I saw them, just because I was an eyewitness.”
At this point, my whole body shook uncontrollably. I could just imagine the chaos with the shooting and people dying in that dark underground parking lot. And what about the police? Why didn’t Andy go to the police in the first place?
But James’s reaction on that first day back at the motel when I’d suggested the police made me pause. Were the police not to be trusted? I had no doubt these powerful, underground groups had the police under their thumbs, working secretly for them. Any eyewitness such as Andy would be dead in an instant, with full explanation such as an accident or suicide.
A shiver ran along my spine at that dark, disturbing thought.
“What about Matt?” I asked. “How does he come into play?”
Andy raised his eyes to mine and chuckled, a tint of a blush creeping across his cheeks. He licked his lips and said, “That casino those bastard lost the money in? That was this casino. It’s Mr. Maxwell and Matt’s place. They both own it, and Matt runs the place. When I found out that night what those bastards were doing, well, I was… I was livid. I came here and…” He chuckled sickly. “I came and made a big scene. I wanted to stop them. And I got detained by him.” He raised his eyes once again to Matt, and I thought I saw a blush on his cheeks again.
“Oh. I thought he was torturing you that night when we talked. I was so worried.”
Andy blinked and his blush intensified, which confused me. “No, he wasn’t. He was… We were… He helped me. I mean, if it weren’t for him, I would have been dead that night.”
“So he was there as well?” I asked, confused.
“Yeah, he was following me. Apparently, he was suspicious, and he knew I had a contract with Mr. Maxwell. He thought I was going to run away or commit suicide or something.”
“I don’t trust him, though,” I said, eyeing Matt from the distance.
He chuckled. “He gets on my nerves, too. But really, Mia, I’ll be dead without him. That man knows how it works, this type of business. He’s a pro. Thanks to him, I’m still breathing. I owe him that much.”
He sounded absolute about that, so I quit pestering him about the subject.
“And what about you? Matt didn’t tell me anything about you and Mr. Maxwell,” he said, his eyes on me.
I blushed and licked my lip as I gazed at my own hands. They were trembling, and I wondered why. I sighed and then said, “I made a contract with him.”
I peeked up and saw Andy frowning darkly. “What for?”
I licked my lower lip again and said, “For the two million.”
He just stared at me as if I were stupid. Well, maybe I was.
“Wait? What? Mia? What the fuck?”
He had raised his voice at me, and I glared at him, upset. He must have seen how pissed I was at his rude remark and quietened down.
“Mia,” he said. “You signed a contract with him? For my two million?”
I mutely nodded.
“Why?”
“Because you’re my brother, that’s why,” I said, staring at him, tears brewing in my eyes. “What else could I do?” My voice was shaking. I couldn’t help it. I was very emotional where Andy was concerned.
His body quaked, and he growled in frustration. Suddenly, he sobbed, “I’m sorry, Mia. I’m so stupid. I’m so useless.” He pulled me into his arms and held me tight, like he always held me after we were beaten up by Uncle Herbert or after he’d been sexually abused by that disgusting man.
“I’m going to make everything right again,” he said into my hair. “I’m so sorry, Mia. I promise I’ll make everything right again.”
My heart ached at his words. How was he going to make things right again? It was too late now. I’d already signed the contract, and it wasn’t going to end for five more years.
“Is everything all right?” James’s voice drifted to me. I noted his concern, and it made me wonder if he was worried about me. The thought pleased me, which was odd, because I shouldn’t really care at all whether he cared about me or not. I was just his mistress after all.
I raised my head and saw the man standing before me, watching me intensely. Matt wasn’t far behind him, and his eyes were on Andy’s. He had a deep frown on his face, and within those gray irises, there was spark of protectiveness. For Andy?
Andy drew himself back and turned to look over his shoulders. “Mr. Maxwell, thanks for bringing my sister to see me.”
A smirk appeared across James’s face. “You’ve made your sister cry,” he said bluntly. “It’s the first time I’ve seen her cry like this.”
I blushed at the comment and wiped my tears with my hands, trying my best to look presentable. Then I said, “Can Andy come with us? Is he allowed to stay with us at the apartment? He and I can share a room.”
The moment I uttered that statement, I regretted it. I knew there was no way James would ever allow my brother to come along and stay with me in his apartment. Then I thought it was probably a good idea to rent a motel or something. Just as instantly, however, the reminder of the Mexican and the Albanian crossed my mind. The two groups, and perhaps more, wanted both me and Andy dead after all.
“Andy is staying here with me,” Matt stated with a no-nonsense tone.
I thought it was probably for the best sin
ce Andy did mention Matt had the ability and power to protect him, that he was a pro at this type of business. There was also the fact that I had seen the protectiveness over Andy within Matt’s eyes, which put me at ease. At least Andy had another person who really cared about him, and that pleased me very much. Hence, I nodded in agreement.
“Mia,” Andy said, looking at me, “how long are you here?”
“A week,” I said without thinking. “I fly back on Thursday.”
“That’s only four more days,” he said. “I have to figure a way to settle everything before you go.”
The moment he said that, I suddenly realized I really did have to fly back home in four days' time. And what of the contract between me and James?
I looked up at the man in question and instantly regretted it. I’d never seen such a dark scowl from that handsome man. He looked like he wanted to murder someone, and that someone was probably me. I’d entirely forgotten to tell him that my annual leave ended in a week, and…
Oh God! The whole thing was such a mess and a total headache.
Matt said, “That’s enough for now.”
I was sure he was directing that statement to Andy, and my brother nodded in agreement. He stood, and I did, too.
At the door, I hugged Andy tightly again. He kissed me on the forehead and said, “I promise to sort everything out before you leave. Everything is going to be okay.”
I looked up at him, and oddly enough, I felt this sickening feeling within my stomach. The thought of leaving didn’t sit well within me because that meant I’d be leaving Andy behind.
I nodded at my brother and then headed out the door. Andy promised to come around to see me tomorrow, if time allowed. I knew exactly what he meant. It translated to if Matt allowed.
Such a control freak, I thought sourly.
Matt had no rights over my brother, and I’d have to talk to James about that. Another item to add to the list of things I had to talk to James about. Not to mention, of course, the fact that I’d be returning to Mystic Spring soon. Then I wondered how our relationship was going to work out if I left, if we were to live in separate states, all the way across the country.