Be My Brayshaw (Brayshaw High 4)

I walk away, but I only make it to the door.

“Victoria.” The urgency and panic in his tone is the only reason my feet don’t carry me outside.

I take a deep breath and turn around, my throat closing at the sight.

Captain is on his knees, shoulders dropped as low as they can go. He opens his mouth, but I cut him off.

“If you say sorry right now, I’ll punch you again.”

“I’ll take it,” he rasps. “Every one you’ve got. I’ll take ‘em, Beauty.”

I look to his brothers, all stuck with frowns on their faces, pain on Raven’s, none of them have a single idea what to say—rare for a Brayshaw, let alone four.

“Come to me.” The word leaves him on an empty breath.

I shouldn’t, but I let my hand fall from the knob, allow my feet to carry me to the broken boy on the floor as his family stands back watching.

I don’t get to decide what to do once I reach him, because his hands shoot out to grip my shirt and I’m tugged against him.

His arms wrap tight around me, and he yanks me down, his legs swinging around so he can drop to his ass, placing mine in his lap.

He doesn’t say a word, but he holds onto me like he can’t imagine letting me go.

Minutes pass, and I find my hands lifting, my palms flattening on the sides of his face, and his head lifts.

Regret buries the blue in his eyes, giving me only a murky green to stare into.

He grips my face in his palms, staring deep into my eyes and says what I had no idea I needed to hear.

“I didn’t fuck her.”Chapter 31VictoriaRaven knocks on the doorframe, coming in slowly. “Damn, Vee. Tryin’ to make me look bad?”

“Please.” I chuckle, fastening my belt. “They fell in love with you when all you wore were cheap sweats and a two-dollar tank top.”

“Eh, it was less. Got that five-finger discount,” she teases, making her way to my bed and sitting on the edge.

I laugh. “Right.”

“The boys haven’t said much about what they think happened out at Maria’s,” she offers, assuming I was curious as to what conversations were had when I wasn’t around.

She assumed right.

“They have their PI looking but…”

But she wasn’t all that important to them, so a manhunt isn’t something she’s afforded.

Not that one would be needed.

They must figure it has nothing to do with them, but simply her past catching up to her, as it does in places like this.

She leans back on her hands. “You sure you’re up for this?”

“It’s a concert with thousands of people.”

“And we’ll be in a mid-level suite, each of us at arm’s length with no escape.”

“I told you last night and the night before and earlier this morning, Raven. I’m going. I’m fine. Stop.” I slide my eyes her way.

She nods, picking up my phone only to toss it to the side. “Have you guys talked?”

“Nope. He played the part at school all week, as you saw, but as soon as eyes were away his hands were too. I’m leaving it alone.”

“You think he’s talked to Mallory again?”

I shrug, moving to the closet to grab my shoes. “I can’t see him reaching out after he gave her what she wanted and she bailed, but her... I’m not so sure about.”

“Yeah, me either.”

I sit down, glancing up to find her frowning.

“What?”

Her lips purse a moment, and then she sits up. “If I ask you a question, will you tell me the truth?”

I hold her eyes a moment and then bend to zip up the side of my leopard print boots. I stand, adjusting the shoulders of my top, letting one side hang. “I’m done hiding, Raven. You can ask me whatever you want, and I’ll tell you the truth.”

“I keep going back to why Mallory would stop to talk to you at all, to trust a stranger of a girl she saw with her ex to relay any kind of message.”

I meet her gaze.

“A stranger wouldn’t do that, would they?” she asks.

“No,” I answer instantly. “A stranger wouldn’t.”

Before she can say anything else, Maddoc walks in.

He glares around the room, his eyes lifting to the chandelier. “For real?”

I chuckle, I knew that thing had to have been added for me after Maddoc moved out of this room.

Raven looks up laughing and then drops onto her back on my bed. “That would have been fun.”

Royce is suddenly inside, too, and throws himself right beside her. “Oh, yeah.” He grins. “With the right reflection, proper positioning.” He spreads his hands out. “That’s like twenty ass cheeks, at least.”

She laughs, letting Maddoc tug her up, and right as Captain appears, leaning against the doorframe.

His eyes bounce across the room, landing on me. “Ready?”

I nod, turning away to grab my phone off the charger, frowning at the long strand of hair that falls over my shoulder, into my face.