SHE DIDNâT CALL ME.
That shouldnât have been my first thought when Lock told me my girl needed me, but it was. It didnât come from a place of jealousy, but a realization of how far I needed to climb to get back to her. My tiger had been hurt, left in a parking lot bleeding, and I wasnât her one phone call.
Lock met me at the door of her suite, placing a hand on my chest to hold me back. âI need you to go in calm.â
My jaw twitched. âIs it bad?â
âFucking awful, man.â He captured my eyes, ensuring I heard what he said. âBut sheâs awake and being stubborn, so I think sheâll be okay.â
âWhy is she not in the hospital? Where are the cops?â
âDid you not hear the part about her being stubborn? She wouldnât let me take her. She was in more of a panic to get back here to Zadie. Wouldnât tell me why, though.â
âIs Zadie okay?â
âSheâs fine.â
I pushed against his hand. âLet me in.â
âAre you going to be cool?â
âIâm going to try.â
He shook his head. âThis isnât about you, man. I see you steaming about not being her phone call. You need to let that go. That was her pride on her mind, not her favoring me over you. You feel me?â
âI feel you, but if you donât move out of my way and let me get to her, I wonât be cool anymore.â
Lock raised his hand and stepped back from the door, and I flew inside, straight to Helenâs room, taking a deep breath before I went in. It would do me no good to barge forward like the feral animal raging under my skin.
I reined it in. Not much, but enough that I could face what I needed to face on the other side of the door.
Helen was sitting up on her bed, bags of peas and a couple ice packs scattered on her bare torso. Zadie was beside her, holding ice to her cheek. Above it, she was bloody and scraped, the skin around her eye already turning black. Her other cheek was bright pink with a cut down the middle. Her throat was shadowed in bruises.
Shit. I wasnât strong enough for this. How could I be calm when I was caught in a hurricane of fury?
But then Helenâs hand shot out to reach for me, and I came back. She needed me, so I went to her, kneeling on the floor, taking her hand in mine.
âBaby,â I gritted. âWhat the fuck?â
âHey. Donât talk to her like that,â Zadie protested.
âIâm not.â I brought our joined hands to my forehead. âJesus, Helen. You need to go to the hospital.â
âNo. Please, Theo,â she whispered. âI just need to sleep.â
âI had some leftover prescription Tylenol from when I got my wisdom teeth out.â Zadie stroked Helenâs hair. âShe took some a little bit ago. It should kick in soon.â
âThank you.â I kissed Helenâs knuckles. âYou should go rest, Z. Iâll take care of her. Iâm here now.â
Helen needed soft. It was next to impossible to give it to her with the violence boiling in my blood, but I would. Whether she agreed or not, whether Iâd even earned it, Helen was . That meant I would take care of her however she needed. Right now, she needed me to leash it all.
Later, when she was feeling better, less vulnerable, Iâd unleash the rage in my veins. I had no choice.
After heavy protest, Zadie left me with Helen. Lock poked his head in, said he was leaving but would be back in the morning to check in. Then, it was just the two of us. I stretched out on the bed beside her, afraid to touch her anywhere. Iâd already caused her enough pain. I wouldnât do it again.
Her head lolled to the side. âI guess youâve been proven right.â
âWhat?â
She pointed at herself. âTrash. Jumped in a strip club parking lot after I shook my ass for strangers.â
âNo. Iâm not letting you take that on. I never thought you were trash. I said shit I shouldnât have based on a past that has nothing to do with you.â I stroked her hair like Zadie had. âSomeone hurt you, baby. You donât get to take the blame. Thatâs on them. The way I hurt you is on me. Itâs not you, Helen. You didnât deserve any of it.â
She leaned into my hand, her lids at half-mast. âYou just think that because your dad and stepmom like me.â
âNo. I always knew that. My head got lost for a while, but that was always my problem, never yours.â I leaned over, touching my lips to her forehead. âQuite fucking honestly, my dad liking you is in the minus column.â
âYou say that, but I know you wouldnât stand by me if your dad didnât approve. I know it, Theo.â
âYouâre wrong, baby. Itâs up to me to prove that to you.â
She sighed, scooting down slightly. âI think the drugs are kicking in.â
I huffed a quiet laugh. âI think so too.â
âI might sleep.â She grabbed my hand. âStay, please.â
âWild horses, baby. Theyâd have to drag me away, and even then, Iâd be back.â
âMmmâ¦okay, Theo. Donât make empty promises to the injured, drugged up girl. Not nice.â
âGo to sleep, Helen.â
ââKay.â
She laid down, and after some pained moans, drifted off. Her brow pinched every few minutes, but her breathing stayed deep and even. I watched her for hours in the dark, counting her breaths, tucking her close when she whimpered. My baby was hurting, and Iâd never felt so helpless.
God I was angry. I only vaguely knew what had happened, no details, but someone was going to answer for this. I was almost glad Helen hadnât called the cops. That left me clear to handle this on my own.
I mustâve dozed off at some point in the night, although I didnât remember it. I woke to Helen slipping out of bed. Or trying to, at least. I snagged the back of her hoodie.
âCome back. Anything you need, Iâll get for you.â
She glanced at me over her shoulder, her hair curtaining most of her face. âBathroom, Theodore. I probably have to do that myself.â
We both froze at her use of Theodore. I didnât say a word, though. No way was I spooking her out of calling me that again.
âWant me to carry you?â I offered, sincere as fuck.
She snorted. âI can make it. Thanks, though.â Thankfully, she was walking instead of limping, although her movements seemed to be stilted.
A minute passed before the door to the bathroom slowly creaked open, but Helen didnât come out. âYou okay?â I asked.
âYeah.â She peaked around the door. âI just need you to know I look a lot worse than I feel. Do you believe me?â
My fingers curled at my knees. âIf you say youâre telling me the truth, I believe you.â
âOkay.â She stepped around the door and rushed to the bed, climbing onto my lap and burying her face in my neck. âYouâre going to freak out.â
I held her close, keeping my embrace careful. I had no idea how badly her ribs hurt, or the rest of her. âI saw you last night. I already have an idea, baby.â
She hit my shoulder with her chin. âYou canât call me baby.â
âHelen,â I breathed out a low laugh, âyouâre in my lap. A place you put yourself. Iâm calling you baby because thatâs what you are. Youâre my baby, my little tiger. I havenât been taking care of you, but thatâs over. Even if youâre not up for forgiving me, Iâm still going to be taking care of you.â
âI donât know if Iâm ready to forgive. All I know is you made me feel safe last night and right now.â
I stroked up and down her back while my stomach roiled. âThatâs a lot. You safe with me, baby. But I need to know what happened. Who did this?â
She shook her head. âYou canât go after him. Heâll kill you. If I hadnât had his money last nightââ A rough tremble took over her entire body. âI think he would have killed me. And then he would have gone after my mom and sister.â
âAmir?â I guessed.
âNo. I mean, Amir was here, holding Zadie hostage while I was at work. But he isnât in charge of everything. His older brother, Reno, is. Heâs an absolute psycho.â She pulled back, cupping my jaw. âListen to me, Theo. You cannot go after Reno. Heâs untouchable to you. I need you to hear me.â
I heard her, but I was distracted by her black eye, the crusty cut on her cheek, the other cheek swollen and abraded. Her neck bore finger-shaped bruises that made my blood boil and struck a fear like Iâd never known in my heart. She wasnât broken, and she was still beautiful, but fuck, my girl had been banged up. I hadnât even looked at her torso yet.
âI hear you. I need you to hear that Iâm not letting this stand. Youâre not going to owe that man money anymore. Your connection with him is over.â
She slumped against my chest. âI owe him a lot of fucking money. With interestâ¦itâs going to take me until I graduate and have access to my trust to pay him off. Iâve got years of this over my head.â
âNo, Helen.â Taking her head in my hands, I tipped it back carefully. âListen to me. I am going to handle it. You have nothing more to worry about. That part of your life ceases to exist now that Iâm here.â
Her chin trembled, but she clamped down on her bottom lip to make it stop. âI wonât let you do that. I know youâre working now, but you donât have the kind of monââ
I covered her mouth with mine, taking what I needed and giving back to her. Her gasp allowed me to delve my tongue between her lips, sipping her taste and letting it spread through my veins like a shot of pure heroin. Helen was calm, smooth, euphoric. Nothing had been right without her.
âShut up,â I murmured against her lips. âNo more.â
âWeâre not kissing, Theo. Iâm not there with you.â
âI know. I jumped the gun, but I needed you to shut your mouth, baby. This isnât your worry anymore. Iâm taking it.â
I didnât have the money, but Iâd find it. There were myriad paths I could take from here, but none of them involved me standing by while Helen gave more and more of her money, time, or self to the man whoâd left her beaten in a parking lot last night.
âI stripped last night. Not only that, I lap danced. My ass was grinding on multiple men. I shook my tits in their faces. My friend Carina is a stripper, and she makes it look good. I admire her. When I do it, I feel like Iâm never going to be clean again. But thatâs the thing. Iâll do it again and again. Your promises are nice, but this is reality.â
As soon as she laid out what she saw as facts, she climbed off my lap and went to her dresser. She was digging around, but not taking anything out. I got the clear sense she needed space from me, but Iâd already given her a hell of a lot. That was done too.
I crossed the room, bracing my hands on either side of her on the edge of the dresser. My chest was pressed to her back, and I bent down to nuzzle the side of her face.
âI didnât know I wasnât breathing until I met you.â
Her shoulders stiffened, but she didnât move otherwise. I brushed her hair to the side, leaving a kiss on the bruise mottling her neck.
âIâve been in survival mode since I can remember. My body was my weapon. But the war I was fighting wasnât worthy of the sacrifices I made. The training, the starving, the doping.â My fingers skimmed her shoulder, and her head tilted, giving me enough of her to see she was hanging on my every word. These were things Iâd never said out loud. Thoughts Iâd never allowed to fully form for fear theyâd tear down what Iâd built.
âI wouldâve done anything to get out of my old life. That meant when I moved here and the coaches my dad hired introduced me to performance-enhancing drugs, I took them without question. When they taught me how to game the system, I followed their rules to a T. The testing was different in college, but I heard of this guy who had access to something newâsomething the tests didnât pick up.â
âAmir,â she breathed.
âRight. Amir. I took what he gave me blindly. Injected it straight into my muscles without concern for the consequences. The only consequence I gave a shit about was being shipped back to my old life. I was all wrestling, every hour of my life was focused on the goal of being the best, ensuring my dad had a reason to keep me here. I lost Abby, but I kept going and going until I ended up in the hospital with what I thought was a heart attack. It wasnât, but it was a wake-up call. Because what was the point of turning myself into a weapon if my own blade was being shoved deeper into my chest with every stride I made?â
âTheo, you donât have to tell me this.â
Taking her by the shoulders, I spun her to face me. âI need you to understand why I get it. Iâm going to make it so you never have to strip again, but I also want you to know I get why you had to.â
Her eyes met mine. They were so damn pretty, yet so damn sad. âWhen Amir told me about the doping, I was disappointed in you.â
I nodded, taking the weight of the way Iâd let her down onto my shoulders. âThatâs fair. If I were a better man, Iâd send back every trophy I ever won. All my victories are unclean. Iâm not going to say I didnât deserve them, because I trained my body like a machine, sacrificed almost everything, and I was damn good, but Iâll never know if I would have won without the drugs.â
Something hard in her expression fell away. âIâm an asshole for being disappointed. I realize that now. I have no room to judge you for doing what needed to be done to survive. And I guess that includes dumping meââ
âShut up, Helen. Thereâs no excuse for how I treated you. Donât give me an out. I wonât take it, not when I havenât proven to you Iâm willing to stand by you and stand up for you. I asked you for soft, but the second I needed to give you strong, I failed. That wonât happen a second time.â
She shoved at my shoulder. âHey, Theo, a good way to never get back in my good graces is to continue telling me to shut up.â
I swallowed back a laugh. âNormally, Iâd kiss you, but you told me weâre not kissing yet.â
âWeâre not. And donât say yet like Iâm a foregone conclusion. I have a lot going on in my head right now. I canât make any kind of decisions. Youâre telling me all these things, and I want to believe them, but I donât have it in me to trust pretty promises. So, now Iâm thinking about going to work looking like I got hit by a bus wondering if Iâll have to get on stage again because Daniel stole the little cushion I hadââ
âWhoa, whoa, back up. Daniel? What are you talking about?â
She folded her arms over her chest. âRemember I told you the company you keep says a lot about you? That asshole you call a friend snuck into my room while I was sleeping, felt me up, and stole my stash of cash I needed to pay Reno.â
Something came over me. A maelstrom of sizzling violence that made my skin feel ten times too small. Electricity charged through the air, sparking every time I took a breath.
Daniel. Touched. My. Girl.
âHeâs dead.â I tore away from Helen, ripping her door open and storming for the exit. She was on my heels, calling my name, asking me to wait, but Iâd waited long enough. She wouldnât let me go after Reno, fine. Daniel was another story. If she truly thought Iâd let this stand, she hadnât been paying attention.
Lock was in the hall, poised to knock. âHelen?â he ground out.
âStop him, Lock.â Helen grabbed the back of my shirt like she had a chance of doing more than slowing me down. âOr go with him. Heâs going to kill him.â
I jabbed a finger at Lock. âIf you attempt to stop me, we are not going to be cool. Helen just told me a guy I live with touched her and stole her money, which led to,â I waved at my battered girl, âthis. I canât let that go. I donât have it in me.â
Lockâs hand came down on my shoulder. âIâm with you.â He pointed to Helen. âGo back inside. Lock the door. One of us will be back when we can.â
Helen grabbed for me, her eyes wide and shiny. âThis isnât worth risking your future over. If you get arrested, Iâll never forgive you.â
I took her jaw in my hand, throwing every ounce of control I still had in keeping it gentle. âYou make it easy to light the match, Tiger. Now watch me make it burn.â