The Debt: The Complete Series (An Alpha Billionaire Romance)

by Kelly Favor

Instead, he grabbed me around the waist, being careful not to touch my wound, then picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

  I pounded on his back, mortified. “Put me down!” I yelled. “Noah, put me down.”

  He set me down on the ground, and dizziness flooded through me as the blood rushed back to my body.

  “Easy way?” he asked, his tone making it perfectly clear he wouldn’t hesitate to pick me up again if he had to. “Or hard way?”

  “Easy way,” I mumbled, and began following him into the hotel.

  I headed for the front desk, but Noah strode right past it toward the elevator bank, and so I followed him. He pushed the button for the top floor, the penthouse, and we rode up in silence.

  When the elevator doors open, we stepped out into a beautiful suite. It was sprawling but tasteful, with an ornate gold sleigh bed in the middle of the room, a bar area, and a good-sized kitchenette. Floor-to-ceiling windows took up the far wall, and there was a wraparound terrace that spanned the perimeter of the room.

  “You own this?” I asked.

  “No, Charlotte,” he said. “The penthouse is part of the hotel.”

  I gaped at him. “You rent this room? Like, indefinitely?” I couldn’t even begin to imagine how much something like that would cost.

  He ignored me, instead walking into the bathroom and flipping on the light. “Come here, Charlotte.”

  I followed him.

  The bathroom was huge, with a soaking tub surrounded by gold pillars and a double basin sink with shiny white marble countertops. On one side of the room was a vanity table with a lighted mirror and a white leather stool sitting in front of it.

  Noah was at the sink, the bag of drugstore supplies that Jared had bought spread out in front of him.

  He reached for me and pulled at the bottom of the sweater I was wearing so he could get a look at my cut. “It’s definitely not deep,” he said, studying it. “But you need to keep it clean.”

  “I can do it,” I said, reaching for the bag, but Noah pushed it out of my reach.

  “Hold your sweater up,” he instructed.

  I did as I was told, and Noah pulled out a small gauze pad and a tube of antibiotic cream. “How did you end up in that room with Audi James, Charlotte?” he asked.

  “Oh, no,” I said, shaking my head. “You’re not the one who gets to ask the questions.”

  His finger slid over my skin as he applied the cream to my cut, and I shivered.

  “Fine,” he said. “What would you like to know?”

  “He was your client?”

  Noah nodded. “He was.”

  I swallowed. “And he was… you got him off?” I knew better than to ask what I really wanted to ask, which was whether or not Audi James was guilty of killing that woman. As a defense attorney, you didn’t ask whether or not your client was guilty. You assumed they were innocent, you believed them even when you knew they were full of shit. And if you couldn’t do that, you comforted yourself with the fact that this was how our country’s justice system worked – it was set up so that everyone was entitled to a fair trial. It wasn’t a perfect system, but it was the best system, and it was a privilege to be a part of it.

  “He was found not guilty.” Noah was finished applying the ointment to my wound, and he set the square of gauze against my skin.

  “Because of you.”

  “Because the jury rendered a not guilty verdict.”

  “Because of you.”

  “If you want to ask me something, Charlotte, please come straight out and ask me.”

  “If it weren’t for you, if you hadn’t been such a goddamn good lawyer, would Audi James be rotting in a prison somewhere?”

  “Impossible to say.”

  “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  He held the gauze pad against my skin carefully, then picked up a roll of medical tape and ripped off strips of it using his teeth. He used the tape to fasten the gauze to my skin, then slowly pulled my sweater back down.

  He looked at me expectantly, like he was waiting for a thank you. But he was going to be waiting a long time. Because I wasn’t going to thank him, not for helping me with something that was partly his fault to begin with.

  Our eyes locked on each other, and I tried to look away, but he grasped my chin and pulled it back so that I was forced to look at him. The back of his hand trailed over my cheek.

  “How did you find me?” I whispered. “How did you know I’d be in that room?”

  His eyes darkened, and anger flashed on his face. “Audi James is my brother.”

  “He’s… wait, what?”

  “He’s my brother.” Noah turned away from me then, breaking the spell, and began gathering up the empty gauze packets and other trash that was littering the counter.

  “He’s… the brother you talked about at the restaurant?” The brother who had turned on Noah, who’d said Noah had attacked his stepfather unprovoked, the reason Noah had a juvenile record.

  “Yes.” He finished cleaning up and threw the trash into the stainless steel garbage can. Then he turned and walked out of the bathroom and into the suite, sat down on the edge of the bed and put his head in his hands.

  “Audi James in my brother. He killed that woman. I’m sure of it. And I got him off. I helped him when he was in trouble, because he’s my brother and because I’m fucking idiot.”

  I swallowed hard and wrapped my arms around myself, letting his words settle over me. Noah had known Audi was guilty, and he’d defended him even after what Audi had done to him, because Noah had wanted that connection. That family connection. And he’d gotten Audi off. And now he felt guilty about it.

  “And now Audi has groupies,” I said.

  “Yes. He has groupies who pay to see him at Force, who get off on a murder fantasy.”

  “But he doesn’t actually kill any of them.”

  “Not yet.” There was a moment of silence, and then he looked up at me. “Who told you to go to that room, Charlotte?”

  I took a deep breath. “I got an anonymous call.”

  “You what?”

  “In your office earlier. When I went to the bathroom, I got an anonymous call. They told me to go to Force and find Audi James.”

  “What the fuck, Charlotte?” Noah got up and began pacing the room, running his hand through his hair, his body a coil of energy, ready to explode. “You got an anonymous call telling you to go to Force and you didn’t think it might have been a good idea to mention that to me?”

  “Mention it to you? For what? I mean, you knew anyway, right?” I countered. “Isn’t that why you ripped up the contract?”

  “Who was it?” he demanded. “Who called you?”

  “I told you, I don’t know. All he said was that he was a friend. He called me again in the club and told me to ask for The Dark Room. So I did.”

  He stared at me incredulously. “That was incredibly, incredibly stupid of you, Charlotte.” He began to cross the room toward the door, like maybe he was going to leave.

  “Where are you going?” I demanded. Fear flooded through my body. I was afraid that if he left, he wasn’t going to come back. Ever. And the thought of not seeing him again was unbearable.

  “Back to Force,” he said. “To find out who called you and kill them.”

  “Noah!” I said, stepping in front of him. “Stop! You’re acting crazy.”

  “Am I?” he demanded. “Am I really? That motherfucker had you in a room with a knife up to your body, Charlotte. He’s a murderer. He killed that woman. Do you understand that?”

  I nodded. “I didn’t know…”

  “No, you didn’t. But you would have if you’d just told me, if you’d just used that extremely intelligent brain of yours to really think instead of just doing whatever the hell you wanted!”

  I was still in front of the door, blocking his way, and I crossed my arms over my chest. “Oh, right,” I said. “I shouldn’t have kept any information to myself. I should have shared it, just lik
e you do, right, Noah?”

  “What I do is my business, Charlotte.”

  “Really?” I threw my hands up in the air. “Really? Is that really what you think? That everything that happens to you has to be kept to yourself? You’ve been arrested for murder, Noah. Murder. You could end up in jail for the rest of your life. Life. In. Prison. Try to keep your privacy in prison, Noah. See how well that works out for you.”

  “I haven’t been convicted yet, have I?”

  “No, you haven’t. But you will be if you keep sabotaging your own case. Didn’t you think it was important to tell your lawyer that you have a brother who’s a murderer, who also hung out at Force? A brother you have a complicated history with, who might have a reason to hurt people close to you? Didn’t you think it might be a good idea for the police to look into where Audi was when Katie died?”

  “I did.”

  “What?” I shook my head, confused. “You never mentioned anything to me about Audi James, Noah.”

  “You’re not my lawyer, Charlotte,” he said. “Colin Worthington knows about Audi, and it’s been looked into. Audi has an alibi.”

  “Wait, what?” I shook my head, confused. “Professor Worthington knows about Audi? But that doesn’t make any sense. You’ve only been talking to me.”

  But even as I was saying the words, the truth was forming in my mind. Noah was only talking to me right now. He’d been talking to Worthington before, when this first started, when the police had been looking into him because of Dani, before Katie had even been killed. Of course Noah had given Professor Worthington more information than he’d given me.

  Yes, Noah was refusing to talk to anyone except for me now, but it wasn’t because he trusted me, or because he wanted to get closer to me, or because he wanted to help my career. He was only talking to me because he knew I could be controlled, knew he’d be able to get away with talking about the case when and how he wanted. He’d wanted to control the flow of information, to pick and choose what information he gave and who he gave it to.

  This had never had anything to do with me. It had always been about control.

  “Charlotte,” he said, as the understanding dawned on my face. “It’s not like that.”

  “It’s not like what?” I asked, my voice breaking.

  “I wasn’t using you.”

  I laughed. “Then what do you call it?”

  “What do I call it?” He grabbed me by my wrists, pushed me so that my back was up against the door. His body pressed against mine, and my knees felt weak from his closeness, his smell, his presence. “You need me to spell this out for you, what this is? I wasn’t lying when I said I was falling in love with you,” he rasped. “I am falling in love with you.”

  I let the words wash over me. His eyes were on mine, stormy and intense with emotion. The longing I felt, the hope that he meant what he said, was too much to take. I closed my eyes, feeling a tear slip out and leave a salty trail down my cheek.

  “Look at me,” he demanded.

  I took a breath and opened my eyes.

  “You have meant more to me than any woman I’ve ever known. You are beautiful and sexy and smart and you don’t put up with my shit. You are everything I’ve ever wanted and more.”

  Meant.

  He was using past tense.

  And that’s all I needed to know.

  I pushed him away from me and walked back into the room, making sure to keep my back to him. I wasn’t going to turn around, wasn’t gong to look at him. If he was going to leave, he was going to have to do it without me looking at him.

  The silence stretched between us, excruciating in its stillness, as I waited for him to break my heart.

  “I’m not good for you,” he said. “I’m putting you in danger.”

  Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. I blinked quickly, trying to stop the tears that were slowly sliding down my cheeks from becoming an avalanche.

  “You could have been hurt tonight, Charlotte. By Audi. By whoever killed Dani and Nora and Katie. My demons will overtake you, Charlotte. They’ll overtake you and they’ll ruin you.”

  I bit my lip to keep from screaming at him, for calling him a bastard, a fraud, an asshole, and any other name that might hurt him. But just as fast as my anger burned, it flamed out.

  Anger wouldn’t do anything. Calling him names wouldn’t help. Nothing could hurt him. He’d built his walls, and nothing could tear them down. He had no weakness.

  Except for one.

  I reached down and pulled his sweater off me, then tossed it on the floor.

  “Charlotte,” he said, his voice laced with warning. “What are you doing?”

  “Please,” I said, pulling the straps of my dress down, over my breasts, over my hips, slipping the fabric over my thighs and stepping out of it until I was left in just my thong and stilettos. “Take me.”

  I got to my knees and crawled over to him, making sure to keep my ass high in the air like I knew he liked. When I reached him, I looked up at him and placed my hands behind my back. “I’ll do whatever you want, Noah. Do whatever you want to me. Just, please… don’t leave.”

  His eyes blazed as he reached down and ran his thumb over my lips. He slipped his finger into my mouth and I sucked on it hungrily. Lust and want overtook his face as he slid his finger out of my mouth and ran it down over my neck, trailing it over my collarbone.

  I tilted my head back, thrusting my breasts out for him.

  “Please,” I begged. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

  “Charlotte,” he said. But it wasn’t the way I wanted him to say my name. It wasn’t domineering. It wasn’t demanding. It wasn’t the voice of a man who knew what he wanted as was going to get it.

  It was the voice of a man who’d made his decision and was sticking to it.

  “I’m sorry,” he said.

  He kneeled down on the carpet next to me and kissed me softly on the lips.

  And then he got up and walked out the door.

  The tears came as soon as I heard the click of the door behind him. Heartbreak and despair overtook me, along with the kind of crying that caused my body to shake, my eyes to swell shut, my stomach to ache. I collapsed onto the floor, not caring that I was naked, not caring that I could feel my cut starting to come open, not caring about anything except the fact that he was gone.

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