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Nothing could tear us apart. We’d agreed our relationship would be secret until summer-one session was over, which was in just a couple of weeks, then we’d wait a little longer, and then we’d tell the world. That was the plan.
Anya looked up at me from my bed, her naked body wrapped in my gray sheets. “Why did you want to be a lawyer?”
I frowned. God, what a long story. “I wanted to take down bad guys. Like my father did.”
She dropped her gaze. “Oh.”
A chill spread through me. Something about the way she said oh, left me unbalanced. “He spent his life getting criminals from a law enforcement standpoint. I wanted to serve the bad guys with the justice they deserved.”
“Did you always want to be a DA?” She still didn’t look at me.
What the hell was wrong?
“Yeah, you could say that.” I ran my palm up her thigh. “I had a bone to pick with the cartel. So, I spend my life getting those bastards one by one.”
The silence grew thick.
“Not all the good guys are good. I know you know that.” She turned on her side, my hand falling off her leg. “That’s why I want to be an investigative journalist. I want to expose the whole story.”
I sat up. “Of course, I know even some good guys get tempted to the dark side, Anya.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
Frustration moved me, and I stood and slipped on my jeans that had been thrown on the floor. “What the fuck are you saying, Anya? Are you suggesting I’m just another crooked DA?”
Corrupt was the worst thing anyone could think of me. Especially her. I needed her to know I was on the good side, no matter my destructive nature. I was not like her father.
“No, Sin, I don’t think that at all. I know you’re working on the good side, just like I want to be once I graduate.” She sat up, her eyes pleading with me.
“Okay…” I raked my hand through my sweat-slicked hair. “You haven’t passed my class yet.”
She frowned. “I will, though. Right?”
“That’s up to you.” I turned, frustrated with the conversation. I didn’t like the tension, the unsaid things she kept. “Just because we’re together doesn’t mean I’m not going to give you the grade you deserve.”
“Even after this course, I still have so much to learn from you.”
I turned to her, meeting her gaze. God, she was so beautiful. I think I love her.
But I had to know why she questioned me about being a lawyer. Anya had a way of holding in the truth, the ugly kind, because she wanted everything to be peaches and cream. But life wasn’t peaches and cream. It was mostly rotten bananas and sour milk.
“And I have much to learn from you.” My words were steady, intentional.
She dropped her gaze. And there it was, the sign to prove I wasn’t insane to think she hid something from me.
“No more bullshit, Anya.” My voice trembled with the effort it took to contain myself. She had to have known I didn’t play this game. I wasn’t one to be trifled with, boyfriend or not. “What the hell are you keeping from me?”
She lifted her knees into her chest, protecting herself as if I’d actually hurt her. I lunged to the bed, gutted that she still thought I’d do anything but worship the ground she walked on. I pulled her by her knees and forced her to straddle my thighs and look at me.
Red-faced, she wanted to look away, I could see the struggle on her features, but she knew better than to deny me anything.
“I’m not going to say it again, Minx.” My voice was low, growling. I reached my point of no return.
“We never talked about this, but I know what happened to your father.” Sharp breaths lifted her chest. “I know what my father’s goons did to him.”
What?
Thoughts eluded me, as did words and feelings. But the rage that was my baseline broke through the barriers of survival. And I had to acknowledge that she, my girlfriend, my fucking Anya, knew her father murdered mine, and she never said a word about it.
