Consumed by Truths (Truth or Lies 6)

I take her hand and give it a squeeze. It doesn’t matter if Beckett is good or evil. I will protect Kai and our babies from any monster, even my own brother.

16

Kai

Enzo doesn’t trust Beckett.

But he trusts me.

And I trust Beckett. I feel the same warmth off of him that I feel when I’m around Langston.

Beckett is on our side. Enzo finally has a family member in the family whose heart is the same as Enzo’s. A person who could actually grow to love us, become part of the family. We just all have to live long enough for Enzo to tell Beckett the truth, and for Beckett to prove to Enzo that he’s on our side.

“I want your gun,” Enzo says to Beckett.

“Enzo,” I say his name as a curse. “If Felix is after us, we need him to be able to fight back, same as us.”

Enzo frowns. “And I need to focus on shooting Felix and his men, instead of worrying that Beckett is about to shoot us in the back.”

Beckett pulls out his gun and hands it to Enzo. “Get off your high horse, man. Don’t act like I’m the only one who has ever been on the wrong side. I’ve just never fucked up as badly as you did.”

Enzo punches Beckett hard in the face for that comment.

I wince but don’t try to stop the fight. They are grown men. And I think Enzo punching Beckett could actually be a good thing. Get out a little of his frustration.

“You risked my wife and children’s lives. If you do it again, I will kill you,” Enzo says.

Beckett smirks, and the similarity between his and Enzo’s grins is astronomical. How did I not see it before?

“Now that you’ve gotten that out of your system, can we go to the airport?” Beckett says, trying to take control.

Enzo gets in Beckett’s face. “You are not in charge here, asshole.”

Beckett pushes back. “I am when I’m the one with the plan to get us out of here without Felix finding us.”

“Guys, we don’t have time for a pissing match. We need to get moving. No one is in charge

. We all make decisions together,” I say.

Enzo backs down, but the scowl never leaves his face. I cut him some slack because I know he has trust issues, and this is hard for him trusting a man like Beckett. He wasn’t there when Beckett held my hand and pretended to be Enzo when I was in the hospital worried about losing the babies. He was there for me when Enzo couldn’t be. You can’t fake that kind of emotion. Beckett cried tears of relief right along with me when the doctor told me I was having twins.

But Enzo wasn’t there. He doesn’t share that history. It will take him time to open up, and I won’t push him.

“I wish we had time to change,” I say, still wearing my black wedding dress. Enzo is still in a tuxedo. The only person that looks inconspicuous is Beckett dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt. His sleeves are rolled up, and I can barely make out the tattoos covering his arms.

“Me too,” Enzo says, taking my hand.

But we don’t have time. And we don’t have any clothes to change into. We will just have to make do until we can pick something up.

“Let’s go,” Enzo says.

Enzo leads the way out of the hotel. We try to walk calmly, instead of running like we want to.

Once on the street, Beckett motions to follow him. We do and find ourselves driving in a pickup truck to the small airport.

He hands us each a ticket. “Sorry I couldn’t arrange a private flight. But this flight leaves in twenty minutes. If we hurry, we’ll make it.”

I stare at the tickets he handed Enzo and me. The seats aren’t together.