Bullet Series Box Set Books 1-8

by Jade C. Jamison

  With his hand, he brushed the hair off the side of her face. “Least I could do.” He kissed her forehead and then turned slightly, glancing around for the waitress. She spotted him looking at her and walked over, coffeepot in hand again.

  “Ready?”

  He nodded. He didn’t plan to move back to the other side of the booth. As the waitress walked off, he asked, “Hungry?”

  She looked at him, a twinkle in her eyes. “Yeah, I think so.”

  Ethan looked in her eyes and touched the side of her face with his hand. If he could have, he would’ve loved to erase all those bad memories from her mind. He would have even taken them into himself so she wouldn’t have to suffer. He was already fucked up beyond belief. A little more pain wouldn’t hurt. In fact, he often wondered if it was the pain that kept him alive. With this girl, though…with her, he had hope. And so it was almost like he couldn’t help himself when he kissed her softly on the lips and then smiled as he heard the plates sliding on the table.

  * * *

  It was well over an hour and almost an entire pot of coffee later that Ethan was walking Jenna up to her apartment. Her spirits had lifted and they’d enjoyed each other’s company, laughing and talking about the future. Jenna seemed much happier after letting go. They still had something to talk about, though.

  Ethan was surprised when she asked him if he wanted to come in. Part of him did, but he had some things he had to get done while he was motivated to do them. But he held her in his arms and said, “You’re tough, you know that?” She shrugged her shoulders as if blowing him off. “You are.” He’d heard stories of some rape victims never wanting to be touched again by a man ever. That she’d given herself to him so completely, so freely was amazing to him. And he understood the tattoo now. He didn’t plan to bring it up again, but he knew now why she’d had herself branded. He took a deep breath. “I hope you know I’m not walking away. You can talk tough, Jenna, but you can’t deny what’s between us. You can pretend like you don’t see it or like you just don’t care, but I know better, and if I have to be a pain in your ass to get your attention, I will.” She just smiled and rested her forehead on his chest. God, he wished she could stay like that forever. He held the back of her head in the palm of his hand. “I’ll stop coming to group if that helps.”

  She jerked her head up. “Don’t you dare, Ethan. I won’t date you if you make that kind of a threat.”

  A small smile curled his lips. “So you’re with me then?”

  She grinned back at him. “Yeah.” More emphatically, then: “Yeah.” He kissed her again and was reluctant to leave, but he had to. He promised he’d call early the next week…but now he had to be a man and do something he should have done a long time ago. It was thanks to Jenna that he finally felt ready to do it.

  * * *

  “Listen, Becker, I don’t give a fuck. I changed my mind. Give her the goddamned divorce. I don’t want full custody anymore. I just…want to see my son. Make it happen.”

  His lawyer was stammering. It was the first time he’d heard the man just short of speechless. “It’s not that easy, Ethan. We have—”

  “Bullshit. What the hell am I paying you for? I can tell you to do something cut-throat, and you’re all over it like flies on shit, but I ask to call the dogs off and it’s not simple? Are you kidding me?”

  His lawyer’s voice lowered. “The problem, Ethan, is not that I can’t do it. Of course, I can. But it weakens your position. If we do this, I hope you don’t mind getting jack shit, because that’s likely all you’ll get.”

  What a prick. Ethan tried to match his tone. Now he was wishing he was seeing Becker in person instead of over the phone. He could just see the asshole at the eighth hole on the golf course, wearing some douchy striped polo and cheesy but expensive sunglasses. He was probably standing away from his other douchy lawyer and doctor friends, rolling his eyes at his stupid rock star client who just wouldn’t listen to him. Ethan had had enough. He was paying this guy to do his bidding, not to try to talk him into being an even bigger asshole than he’d already been. “Fine. I’ll do it myself. Would you please get me my wife’s phone number?”

  His attorney chuckled, and it was so pedantic and disgusting that if Ethan had been able to reach inside his cell phone, Becker would have found those goddamned sunglasses shoved down his throat. “That’s not helping your case, Ethan. You need to start thinking of her as your ex, not your wife.”

  Ethan upper lip turn up in a snarl, although he was aware it was for the benefit of no one. “She’s still my wife until we sign the papers, right?”

  “Well, technically…”

  “Goddamned right. I’ll give her the divorce, but don’t condescend. I’m fully aware of what I’m saying.” He heard his lawyer chuckle again and was pretty sure the asshole was lining up to putt. “Just give me her number.”

  “I don’t have it, you stubborn bastard, and I guarantee her lawyer won’t give it to me either.” The silence between the two men was heavy. “Look, I can call Sheridan on Monday and see if she’ll pass along a message to your ex.”

  “Thanks.” Ethan hung up, tired of dealing with the bureaucratic way his lawyer wanted to handle everything. Ethan didn’t want to wait. He wanted to act right now. Impetuous, maybe, but it was the right thing to do…and way past the time he should have done it. The time felt right, and he needed to do it. It felt as though his life depended upon immediate action.

  * * *

  “Hey, man, how the hell are you?” Ethan hadn’t realized how much he’d missed his best friend and soul brother until he heard his voice over the line. He could tell from the long pause that Brad didn’t know quite how to handle this unexpected phone call.

  His voice came out slowly. “Ethan. What can I do for you?”

  Oh, that hurt. His friend was handling him with kid gloves, as though Ethan were going to go ballistic. A year ago, yeah. Four or five months ago, maybe. He’d done a lot of self-exploration since then, a lot of maturing, and he was past it. He had a fence or two to mend, and why not start with the man he called his brother? “I’m out of options, man.”

  “Ethan…”

  “It’s not what you think. I’m clean; I’m sober. Haven’t touched shit in months.” He sighed. He knew the suspicion was going to happen for a while, and he might as well just get used to it. “I need to talk to Val, and I don’t have her number. My lawyer’s too big a pussy to even ask hers.”

  Brad’s silence was telling, like he was afraid that saying something to Ethan would give something away. Did he think Ethan was stupid? He wasn’t. He knew Brad had moved in with Val. Exactly when he wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t dumb. “That’s not a good idea, bro.”

  Ethan shook his head. This was going to be harder than he thought. “Listen…I know I’ve been a real dick the last year. I know that. I don’t want to do that anymore, okay? Val can have the divorce. I already told my lawyer I’ll sign. And I don’t want sole custody of Chris either. I was just being an asshole when I did that. But I do want to see my son. I’m dying to see him, man. If you had a kid of your own, you’d know what I mean. I miss the hell out of that kid. It’s been too long. And I just—”

  “Hold on.”

  Ethan ran his fingers through his hair. He tried to imagine what Brad was doing that he had to ask Ethan to wait a moment…but he didn’t have to wait long. “Ethan?” That voice. It took his breath away. It belonged to Valerie, his soon-to-be ex-wife. It had winded him because he still cared. No, he’d given up on the notion of love or reconciliation. The two of them just weren’t compatible. They were like oil and water, destined to repel each other at every turn, but he’d never stop loving her. She wasn’t his soulmate, though. She didn’t belong to him, and they weren’t meant to be together. In fact, until the last few days, Ethan had resigned himself to spending his life alone. Hearing her voice on the phone, though, told him that maybe she had forgiven him, and that was huge. Huge.

  “Hey, Val. Thank
s for talking with me.”

  “What do you need?” Well, maybe she was talking, but there was no room for pleasantries apparently.

  “I…uh…I wanted to apologize for being a real rat bastard. I’m sorry. I…you can have the divorce. I’m not going to fight you anymore. And I’m not going to demand sole custody of Chris either. I—wasn’t in my right mind. I…” He needed to get on with it. “I’m sorry.” He let out a breath of air, ready to move on when Val spoke.

  “I forgive you, Ethan.”

  Those words were like a waterfall crashing down on him, filling his soul with something he wondered if he’d ever felt before. He didn’t know what it was, but it was scary. It was as though an abyss was filling rapidly with warm fluid, and he felt water fill his eyes. He hadn’t known how badly he’d wanted her forgiveness even though he’d never expected it. He would have understood had she told him to fuck off forever. Instead, she was letting it go. It left him without words. “How’s your recovery going?”

  Her question jolted him back to the present. He pinched the bridge of his nose in between his thumb and index finger, trying to make himself focus. “Uh, pretty good, actually.” He wasn’t going to mention Jenna…not yet. That she’d been a huge support for him, had helped him see the reality of a lot of his life wasn’t something Valerie needed to know right now. She just wanted to know that Ethan was healthy. “I’ve been clean for months now, and…I’m trying to find ways to deal with my life that don’t involve abuse.”

  “That’s great. I’m glad to hear it.”

  Yes, her words were sincere, but he felt like a stranger to her now. It made his heart ache that he’d hurt this woman so deeply that she couldn’t remember the good times they’d had together. He knew Valerie well enough to know that she was guarding herself, and he couldn’t blame her. It just hurt. But he guessed he had it coming. “Anyway…I wondered if maybe I could see Chris sometime. I miss him a lot. I…” No way was he going to play the kid-needs-his-dad-in-his-life card, because he knew Brad had become a substitute dad of sorts, whether or not either one of them wanted to admit it to him. He’d seen Brad with his son once or twice. Brad was a natural, and Ethan knew his son was in good hands. It didn’t help the fact that his own heart felt empty, though, and he needed to see his boy. He felt the muscles in his throat clench, and he couldn’t talk anymore.

  But that was all right, because he heard Valerie say, “Okay.”

  Chapter Twenty

  “I JUST CAN’T do it anymore, Sophie.” Jenna adjusted on the sofa that was too soft, looking her old friend in the eye. “It’s time to talk.”

  Sophie, a woman the same age as Jenna with brown hair and matching eyes, nodded her head. “I’m glad you decided to deal with it.”

  Jenna let out a slow breath of air, running her hands through her hair and then pulling it together in one hand as though she were going to put it up into a ponytail. “I seriously thought I had this licked, Soph, that I could just bury it and go on.” Sophie raised her eyebrows but allowed her friend to continue. “I guess I figured since I’ve studied psychology and since I’m a counselor that I could bend the rules and be all right…because I knew why I was doing what I was doing.”

  “But you could only fool yourself for so long, right?”

  Jenna let out half a chuckle. “Actually, I think I could have gone for a long time the way I was…except for one thing.”

  Sophie raised her eyebrows. “And what would that be?”

  Jenna almost laughed again, but there was no smile on her face. She closed her eyes. “A guy.”

  Sophie sat up. “Seriously?” Jenna opened her eyes and nodded. Part of her was ashamed to even admit it, but part of her felt ecstatic. “Do tell. How the hell did iron-clad Jenna let a guy past that chainmail?”

  No sense lying anymore, especially to herself. “He got in through the backdoor.” Sophie smiled and nodded but said nothing. Jenna looked at her and said, “The chainmail? It was up, in place, and he was a real cocky son of a bitch. No worries there. Didn’t matter how good looking or charming he was—he wouldn’t get through. But then…one night in group, the story he told hit a nerve, because he’d never—”

  “Wait a minute; wait a minute. Group? Is this guy someone in rehab?”

  Jenna scrunched her nose. She couldn’t very well lie. “Yeah. He was going to start coming to one-on-one counseling too, but I called it off because of my feelings. Anyway, that night…just—something he said struck a chord with me, and I had a hell of a time holding it together. I’ve never lost it like that in a session before. After, he was asking about it, and it was like he could see right through me, like he’d always known me and knew…knew I was hurting, had been hurt, and was closing myself off. And under that scrutiny, I just lost it.” She let out another breath. “And then he kissed me, and it was all over. But…I kept my distance. I did. But he got sly. He figured out I was avoiding being alone with him, and he caught me by myself before group one night…last week. He said he had tickets to a concert and asked me to go with him. I…realized I’d really started to care about him, and I threw caution to the wind and just told him yes, and, well…one thing led to another.” She didn’t want to have to flat out admit she’d slept with him. She hoped Sophie could figure that out herself.

  Sophie sat in silence for a few moments pondering something. She finally sucked in a breath and asked, “So…what was it he said that resonated with you?” Jenna didn’t quite understand what Sophie meant, and her friend-slash-counselor could tell. “You said he was talking about something in group that, I believe you said, struck a chord with you. So what was it?”

  Jenna nodded. She’d wondered that herself at first. But two nights after Ethan’s revelation, it dawned on Jenna exactly what it was Ethan had said that had gotten to her. He’d described his father raping his mother, commenting that she was a stupid woman who would never learn. When Jenna’s ex had raped her, he hadn’t made a similar comment, but for months and months prior to that event, he’d been telling her she was stupid. “Senseless” was a word the man had often used when describing Jenna. So, just having Ethan pull her into the past with his story, allowing her to relive that with him at such a deeply emotional level and then thinking of how his mother must have felt—not just at that moment but on a regular basis—pulled at memories she’d buried but also brought her own emotions to the surface, raw and untamed, because she hadn’t properly dealt with them. So she told Sophie that.

  “Well, the damage has already been done, right?”

  “What do you mean?”

  Sophie smiled. “He’s opened the floodgates.” Jenna nodded. Sophie was right. Inside, she’d been a raw mess since that session when Ethan’s story had left her in tears…and in his arms. “So…what’s going on with the two of you now?”

  Jenna looked at her thumb. It was safer than looking in her friend’s eyes. “I’m not sure really. I guess we’re dating.”

  “Why do you guess?”

  “Because dating is the word he used. But I’m still not sure it’s a good idea, considering where he is emotionally.”

  Sophie leaned forward again. “You’re already together, right?” Jenna half smiled at her friend. “So what’s the harm in moving forward? You seem pretty taken with this guy. Why not just see what happens?” Her voice was calm and steady. “Even if things don’t work out between the two of you, it’s good for you to get back on the horse, if you catch my drift.” She paused. “Are you safe with him?”

  Jenna let out a slow breath. She knew what her friend meant; she was asking if Ethan was the abusive type. “I think so.”

  “So tell me about the guy who snuck through Jenna’s fortress.”

  Jenna shook her head, smiling. “Do you know the band Fully Automatic?”

  “I know of them.”

  “Do you recognize the name Ethan Richards?”

  Sophie’s eyes didn’t light up in recognition, but why would they? She didn’t listen to metal like Jenna
did. But she must have heard something—the woman didn’t live under a rock. “He the one who nearly died from a heroin overdose?”

  Of course, she could put two and two together. The guy with the heroin addiction would be the guy in Jenna’s group. She nodded. “He was in some inpatient rehab program for months before coming to me. He’s been clean for a while, and he seems to have a good idea of what his triggers are. He’s not even playing in his band, and I think that might be why. I think he associates it too much with his addiction. Clearly, he has a lot of issues, but he’s dealing with them. I know I can’t say a whole lot as his group leader, but I can tell you, speculating, I think maybe his band is most of the problem. They probably partied too much on the road or something. I don’t know, but he doesn’t seem to be in any big hurry to get back to it.”

  “Well, you know the first thing you tell them is to remove themselves from situations that will put them right back into the lifestyle.”

  Jenna nodded. She wasn’t talking as his group leader now; she was speaking as his love interest. “He…is a lot like me, I guess. He has this front—all tough and no nonsense. He even comes off as an asshole…a lot. And I didn’t break through that by any conventional means. I think he saw me as a kindred spirit the night I couldn’t hold it together, and…that’s how it happened.”

  Sophie took a deep breath. “Jenna, I’m not going to tell you not to. As a group leader, you’re not bound to any ethics per se. I just…don’t want you to get hurt, and you definitely don’t want to disrupt his tenuous grip on sobriety…if it’s tenuous. Just one thing, and this is as your friend—remember that it might not work out, but that doesn’t mean to solidify walls around your heart. The only way to experience life—the only way to live—is to be open to new experiences, to be open to receiving love. Yes, you’re going to get hurt sometimes, but…you need to take that chance, or you’ll never be whole.”