Beyond Shame b-1

by Kit Rocha

  “Hey.” He caught her chin and forced her to meet his eyes. “Don’t lose it. Quick help—that’s all we can do.”

  After an endless moment, she blinked and focused on him. She drew in a deep breath, another, and nodded. “I think my arm needs some gel.”

  He shook his head and peeled the makeshift bandage away just enough to catch a glimpse of ravaged, bleeding skin. “Looks like a flesh wound,” he muttered through the rage. “It’ll hold until we take care of Lex.”

  “Okay.” She grabbed his hand. “Are you okay? Did you get—?”

  “What the hell is going on?” Dallas’s roar made Noelle start, her fingers clenching convulsively around Jasper’s. Dallas shoved through the door from the back hallway, a frantic Trix half-running to keep up with him.

  He took two steps into the room and caught sight of Lex. The rage and worry slipped from his face, leaving behind the blank, cold mask that scared the living hell out of Jasper.

  He stepped between Dallas and the stage. “Sniper. Ace went for the doctor.”

  Dallas’s head turned toward him first, followed belatedly by his impassive gaze. The effect was chilling. “Who’s going after the sniper?”

  “If he hasn’t bugged out already, Bren will round him up.”

  “Good. Now get the fuck out of my way.”

  “I’m sorry,” Jasper rasped. “We were headed back—”

  Dallas punched him, snapping his head to one side, then strode past him without another word. Noelle pressed close to his side and lifted her good arm to touch his jaw. “Are you all right?”

  A sniper, and Lex bleeding on the Broken Circle stage. Jasper swallowed a mirthless laugh. All things considered, he was damn lucky to only get smacked in the face. “I’m fine.”

  Dallas spoke from the stage, where he was bent over Lex, stroking her hair. “If you’re fine, go meet up with Bren. Find the bastard who did this.”

  Noelle’s fingers tightened at the words, but Jasper peeled them away from his arm. “You’ll be all right.” he murmured. “Doc can take a look at your arm too, okay?”

  She opened her mouth, but Dallas cut off any chance of a reply. “Now, Jas. I’ll take care of your woman.”

  The way you should have taken care of mine. He didn’t say it, but he didn’t have to. The words echoed in Jasper’s head, followed him all the way out into the sunlight.

  He skirted the spot where Lex had bled on the dirty asphalt. Bren was standing at the end of the alley, the offending rifle in one hand, his gaze riveted to the building that had served as the sniper’s perch.

  He turned at the sound of Jasper’s footsteps. “Fourth floor?”

  “Yeah—that window right there.” He pointed. Already, his hands were steadier. The immediate danger was past, Noelle was fine, and Lex would be too—she would be, damn it. For now…he could occupy himself with work.

  Bren hefted the rifle. “Top of the line. I’ve never seen one outside of Eden before.”

  That drew Jasper up short. “You think this was a city hit?”

  “Not just. Military police. They use these Mark 30s on the guard towers out at the wind farms. They’re fast, they’re accurate—” He met Jasper’s gaze, cold and calculating. “They’re traceable.”

  “To users?”

  “Uh-huh.” He tilted the rifle and slid his thumb over a shiny square panel at the base of the stock. The panel flashed red, and some mechanism inside the rifle clicked. “Modified at issue for maximum ergonomic efficiency and encoded with biometrics. I’ve already got Cruz tracking down the serial number on this one. As long as we have a thumb, we’ll know we found our guy.”

  “We need answers.” An MP sniper on a hit in the sectors was certainly something one of Eden’s powerful councilmen could have ordered. “We need him alive.”

  Bren snorted. “Fuck answers. Do you know anyone stupid enough to end the guy before Dallas gets his pound of flesh?”

  No. Jasper knew he was one of Dallas’s most trusted men, but he was still lucky to walk away from the whole clusterfuck with no broken bones—and he hadn’t even been the one shooting the place up. “I think I winged him when I fired back, but it could have been a more solid shot. We should do a sweep.”

  “Nah.” Bren pointed to the broken window. “We can check that room, see if you killed him. If not, he’s in the wind. But we’ll get him back.”

  He seemed so damn sure of both points that Jasper didn’t argue. “You know Eden politics. Do you think Noelle’s father is cleaning up loose ends?”

  “Couldn’t tell you.” Bren shrugged and started backing away. “I’m out here because I was particularly bad at Eden politics, remember?”

  Chapter Eighteen

  When Dallas got angry, Dallas spent money.

  Braced against the bed’s massive headboard, Noelle ran her fingertips over the smooth new flesh on her upper arm. Regen technology was ridiculously expensive in Eden, and supposedly impossible to obtain in the sectors.

  Apparently nothing was impossible to obtain when Lex had been shot in the gut. Within an hour of the doctor’s arrival, Ace had returned with a thin, silent woman shadowed by two bodyguards who made Flash look tiny. Her black case had contained all the equipment necessary for accelerated regeneration, and Dallas hadn’t stopped with healing Lex, though that alone must have cost a fortune. He’d stampeded over Noelle’s protests and paid to patch up her wound, as well, though the doctor had declared it would heal on its own in a few weeks.

  Lex was stretched out beside her, sleeping off the sedative she’d been given for the procedure. From time to time, Noelle stroked her hair, sifting her fingers through the smooth strands. Her panic had been quieted by a sedative—a much smaller dose than Lex had received, though enough to fuzz out the world for a few hours—but the ensuing sleepiness faded as afternoon stretched toward evening, and worry took its place.

  She wanted Jasper to come back. She wanted Lex to wake up.

  She wanted to believe that the bullet that had torn through her friend’s body hadn’t been meant for her.

  Lex stirred. “You and Dallas both have a thing for my hair, don’t you?”

  Dallas had seemed so intent on stroking it that Noelle assumed Lex found it soothing, but maybe he’d been soothing himself. “It’s pretty hair. Welcome back.”

  After slowly blinking, Lex carefully shifted upright. “How’s your arm?”

  “Like new.” Noelle reached out to steady Lex and twisted so she could see the pink, slightly puckered skin. “I tried to tell Dallas it would heal fine on its own, but he told me to shut the fuck up. He’s not as charming when he’s worried.”

  “I’m shocked as hell that you think he’s ever charming.” Lex pressed a testing hand to her side and bent a little. “Regeneration, huh? I’m glad he sprung for yours too. I would’ve pinched his dick off if he made you suffer.”

  The mental image was enough to make Noelle wince. “No, he wasn’t really in a listening mood. More like a killing mood.”

  “He gets that way when shit goes down.”

  “He was worried about you. Really worried.”

  “Of course he was.” Lex closed her eyes, the dark circles beneath them standing out in stark relief against her pale skin. “He’ll get over it.”

  Noelle tried to coax her back to the mattress. “Rest for a bit. You’re not supposed to move much tonight.”

  Lex shook her off. “I’m not moving. I’m sitting. Still, as a matter of fact.”

  And if she wanted to move, Noelle didn’t have the will to stop her, not with guilt churning in her gut. “Sorry. I was worried too.”

  “Don’t.” The corner of Lex’s mouth curved up. “I’m tough. They have to work a lot harder if they want to kill me.”

  Relieved by the ghost of a smile, Noelle wrapped her arms carefully around Lex. Maybe she had been the intended target. Lex was the one who mattered to Dallas, the one who was a danger in her own right. The only person in the world who could be angry with No
elle, personally, was her father, and even he couldn’t want her dead.

  Probably.

  Lex coaxed Noelle’s head down to her shoulder and patted her back. “Did they catch the guy yet? Was it one of Trent’s men?”

  “I don’t know,” she admitted. “Dallas sent Jasper and Bren after him and then parked me in here with you and told me not to move. One of the men is guarding the door—Maddox, I think.”

  “Sounds serious.”

  She was making fun of Dallas, and Noelle felt a disloyal stab of sympathy for him. “You were bleeding all over us. It seemed pretty damn serious.”

  Lex sobered immediately. “I know. I’m sorry.”

  “Just don’t get shot again, okay?” Noelle dragged in a breath and lifted her head to offer Lex a lopsided smile. “If you don’t act like that part doesn’t matter, I’ll gladly get mad with you over the rest of it. Because I’m going a little crazy being stuck here with no idea what’s going on.”

  “Yeah? Welcome to my life,” Lex muttered.

  Noelle laughed. “I haven’t met Maddox. Can we talk him into letting us out?”

  “Mad? Hell, no. We’d be better off crawling out a window or blasting through the wall.”

  “Well, I should at least tell him you’re awake. Dallas will want to know.” She hesitated. “Unless you don’t want me to just yet?”

  Lex shook her head. “It’s okay. I had my reprieve. Though if I know Mad…”

  Noelle didn’t have time to ask. Footsteps sounded in the hallway, and she realized Mad must have heard them talking. A moment later, Dallas proved her right by shouldering through the door and slamming it behind him.

  This was bound to be an intense, personal moment, so Noelle inched toward the edge of the bed only to freeze when Dallas pointed at her. “Stay put. The doc told you to sleep off that shit he gave you.”

  The doctor had told her she could be up and about when she felt able, but with Dallas’s eyes blazing, Noelle didn’t dare argue with him.

  “Don’t yell at her.” Lex snorted in disgust. “You can’t stand it, can you? Sometimes shit happens, and it’s not anyone’s fault, and you can’t stop it.”

  Dallas glared at her. “Glad to see you’re perking up, love.”

  “Why wouldn’t I be? Seems like someone blew a shit ton of money putting me back together.”

  “Gee, honey. Don’t sound so happy about it.”

  “Oh, I’m ecstatic.” Lex shrugged. “You maintain what’s yours, right? Have to keep it all in working order.”

  Noelle was starting to wish she’d slipped off the bed anyway, anything to get away from the anger filling the space between Dallas and Lex.

  Especially when he took a menacing step forward. “You think it’s bad now? You just wait, Alexa Parrino. You don’t know what it’s like to belong to me, but mark my words, girl—”

  “You insufferable—”

  He continued as if she hadn’t broken in. “You are going to find out.”

  “Asshole.” Lex threw a pillow at him, then another. She was reaching for a third when she had to stop and clutch her side with a grimace. “Ow, fuck.”

  “Lex—” Noelle wrapped her arms around Lex and glared at Dallas, any hint of fear lost in a growing surge of rage. “What’s wrong with you?” she snapped at him. “Is this how you take care of people? I’m not allowed to move but you’ll drive her into the ground?”

  Lex touched Noelle’s arm, the fight already melting out of her. “He’s just being Dallas. This is my own stupid fault for throwing shit.”

  Dallas glared at Noelle. She flinched under the weight of his blazing stare, but refused to buckle, and he shoved a hand through his hair with a growl. “Don’t practice sharpening your claws on me, kitten.” No affection curled around the nickname this time—just a cool warning. “You’re not ready to hunt big game.”

  “Dallas.” Lex’s voice was hard, chiding, but after an interminably tense moment, she held out a hand to him.

  Dallas approached the bed, his expression still blank, but some of the tension around his eyes softened as he eased down beside her and pulled her close. “No more throwing shit. You hear me?”

  “Can you knock off the bossy act for five minutes?”

  “Maybe.” He tucked her head under his chin, settled against the headboard with her curled against his left side, and lifted his right arm. “Come here, Noelle. I won’t bite.”

  Noelle hesitated, even less willing to interject herself into a tender moment than she had been an angry one. “If you need a minute, I could go check with Mad. Lex should eat…”

  “I can’t think of anything I would less rather do.” Lex beckoned. “Come. Sit with us.”

  In the end she did, sliding across the mattress until Dallas hooked his forearm around her waist and dragged her the rest of the way. He smoothed a hand down her arm to her hip as he kissed the top of her head. “I promised Jas I’d take care of you until he got back.”

  “All right.” Noelle slipped her hand over Lex’s where it rested on Dallas’s chest. Maybe this was what family was supposed to be. Anger and rage, but never lingering when someone needed comfort. “We’ll all be okay.”

  “Dallas is still a jerk.” Lex rubbed her cheek against his shoulder before tilting her face up to kiss his jaw.

  Dallas chuckled, his chest rumbling under Noelle’s ear. “I love you too, smartass.” It was a joke. Easy words that were safe because everyone knew he didn’t mean them.

  Except Noelle was pretty sure he did.

  Someone pounding on the door interrupted the moment, and Lex sighed. “What?”

  The door opened a crack, and Bren stuck his head through. “Heads up, Dallas. My friend is on his way. He has something I think you want.”

  Dallas’s arms tightened. “ETA?”

  “Should be rolling up any minute.” Bren hesitated. “He had to burn himself over this. We gonna make that right?”

  “If he brings me the bastard who pulled the trigger, he can name his price.”

  “Okay.” Bren ducked back out, closing the door quietly behind him.

  Lex struggled upright and grimaced down at her skimpy tank top. “I need some clothes.”

  “Lex.” Dallas gripped her shoulders. “I need something from you, honey. One thing. I need you to stay here.”

  She flashed him a look of disbelief. “Oh, you’re kidding me.”

  His jaw clenched, and Noelle held her breath as Dallas leaned closer. “I’m asking.” Asking, not ordering, and even she knew how rare a thing that was.

  Lex must have realized it too. Still, it seemed like forever until she lifted a trembling hand to his face. “Okay. But only because you’ve had a really bad day.”

  Dallas caught her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. “It’s looking up. I’ll be back soon.”

  “Don’t lose your temper,” she warned him softly. “Information first.”

  “I know.” He grinned, the expression so predatory, so full of anticipation, that Noelle shivered. The look in his eyes meant death, and his smile said he’d enjoy it. Not just enjoy—revel in it.

  It was hard to tell what scared Noelle more—Dallas’s thirst for violence, or the realization that she shared it. Lust wasn’t the only vice the sectors taught, and it was time for her first lesson in revenge.

  * * *

  Jasper didn’t know what Alistair Martel looked like, and that bothered him more than it should have.

  Oh, he knew the face that came up onscreen when they scanned Martel’s bar code, and he knew the man’s thumb reactivated the rifle used to hurt Noelle and Lex. He had no doubt about the man’s identity, no qualms about the beatdown Dallas was currently administering.

  No, what rankled was the way the man’s swollen eyes and broken, bloody nose obscured his true features. Jasper would never be able to haul the man up by his collar, threaten him, and watch the fear gradually shadow his face. Too late for quiet, violent promises, the kind the man deserved.

 
Far too late, especially since Dallas seemed intent on beating the truth out of him as slowly as possible. Jasper had seen Dallas work an adversary with nothing but terror and the mere whisper of violence until words spilled free unchecked, but such a light touch seemed beyond him today. He smashed his fist into Martel’s gut with a snarl, doubling the man over and leaving no breath to answer a question.

  Not that Dallas had asked one.

  He needed to, though, so Jasper did it for him. “Who do you work for?”

  Martel spat blood on the concrete floor. “Eden. I work for Eden.”

  Jasper fought to keep his face impassive, but a growl escaped him. “If he’s not talking, we should get this over with. Bren’s friend probably has the intel we need.”

  Martel’s eyes widened in panic, but Dallas was already turning toward the table to retrieve his brass knuckles. “Good point. Bren and Cruz can tell us everything we need to know about what went—”

  “Gareth Woods,” Martel said, his voice edged with panic. “I work for Gareth Woods.”

  Dallas turned and slipped the heavy brass knuckles over his fingers. “The councilman?”

  Martel nodded jerkily.

  There was only one reason another of Eden’s councilmen could have wanted Noelle dead. “This was a fucking frame job?” Jasper demanded.

  Another jerky nod. “Nothing personal, man. Just had to take the girl down with a city weapon. None of your people were supposed to get in the way.”

  Rage boiled up. Jasper reached out, and he had to take a hasty step back before his hands closed on the man’s hair. “Nothing personal?”

  Dallas backhanded Martel, whipping the man’s head to one side. “Noelle’s one of my people.” He didn’t give Martel a chance to respond before hitting him again. “Why frame Cunningham? What did your boss have to gain?”

  “I don’t know.” Martel recoiled when Dallas lifted his hand again, jerking against the chains that bound him. “I fucking well don’t. I shoot whoever I’m told to shoot. That’s my job. That’s all I ever know.”

  Jasper believed him, which meant the man was stupid on top of everything else. It was one bit of wisdom Bren had passed along—assassins didn’t ask, didn’t often care about the reasoning behind their jobs. But they always, always knew why, because they couldn’t afford not to.