Consumed by Truths (Truth or Lies 6)

My father frowns.

Beckett looks like I’ve just told him I want to go to a strip club and drink shots.

I sigh. “Fine, I’ll rest for a little bit.”

I shouldn’t complain that I have two men that care so much about me. Even if they aren’t the men I would prefer to have by my side. I’m beginning to trust them both. I’m beginning to think that either man would take a bullet for me or my baby.

I feel safe. If only Enzo…

No.

I won’t let myself go there anymore. I don’t get to look back, only forward.

All the people I loved are gone. These two men are my future. My baby is my future. I can’t think about anything else.

“I’ll make you some tea though that you can drink in bed,” my father says, kissing me on the forehead before heading to his kitchen.

Beckett holds out his arm to me.

I tilt my head to the side as I raise an eyebrow, but can’t hide the light smile on my lips. “I can walk on my own, you know.”

“What would Enzo do?”

I bite my lip as my full smile covers my lips. “He’d carry me to bed.”

Beckett holds out his arms.

And my heart warms. Not in the flipping, beating kind of way it does for Enzo. More in the calm comfort way when Zeke or Langston would do something for me.

I take Beckett’s hand, and he pulls me gently to him. A moment flashes, where I think I see a moment of reluctance from him. But as quickly as it comes, it’s gone.

He wiggles his eyebrows, then scoops me up in his arms.

I giggle as he does. I haven’t laughed much in the few weeks since I’ve been here, but he makes me laugh.

His phone buzzes as he carries me to the bedroom. And I see that slight frown again.

“Girlfriend problems?” I tease.

He slowly shakes his head as he carries me into my bedroom, “Kai, I need to tell you—”

“Put her down, now.” The boom of the voice knocks us both back. I close my eyes as I feel the impact of those words. I don’t trust my eyes. My eyes have imagined Enzo a thousand times. I don’t trust my ears. My ears have sung his voice to me too many times. The only thing I trust is my heart. It can’t be fooled. I focus in on my heart.

It beats, faster and faster. Skipping a beat in anticipation of being wrapped in his arms.

“Put the gun down. We don’t need you getting trigger happy and shooting her. She’s pregnant for goodness sakes,” Beckett says.

Beckett is talking to the man. The man has a gun. Is the man Enzo, though?

My heart says, yes.

I open my eyes and see Enzo standing on the edge of the shadows of the room with a gun in his hand pointed at Beckett, who is still holding me in his arms.

“Enzo,” I breathe.

He found me.

He came for me.