witnessed.
He skipped over the more gruesome details of his assignment, because it wasn’t something Nicole needed to hear, and it wasn’t something he wanted to relive, either, even in his mind. “While I was undercover, I came in contact with a seventeen-year-old girl named Katie who’d been given to me by Paulo. Katie never could understand why we just talked whenever we were together, but after a while she came to trust me. I learned that she’d once been one of Sloane’s girls, until he decided she was too old for him and turned her out on the street. That’s when Paulo picked her up. Because Katie didn’t think she had anywhere else to go, and she was too ashamed to contact her family for help, she got sucked into a much harsher life of street prostitution.”
“Oh, God,” Nicole breathed. Tears shimmered in her eyes, and she looked completely devastated by Katie’s troubled circumstances, along with the fact that Sloane had been the one to set Katie’s tragic future into motion.
“Over time, she supplied me with a lot of information that helped to take down Rodriguez and his organization,” he went on. “When vice finally had enough evidence to arrest him, they raided his place just outside Vegas and busted him for prostitution, pandering, sex trafficking, and other drug-related charges. They took the underage girls into custody and released them back to their parents, but the DA needed Katie’s testimony to ensure that the charges against Rodriguez held and he was given a maximum sentence.”
He dragged in a deep breath, the air burning his lungs like acid. He didn’t want to go on, didn’t want to revive those awful memories, but now he realized it was a matter of purging himself of years of guilt and grief. He needed the poison out of his system so hopefully he could move on and heal.
He stared at the hands he’d clasped between his widespread thighs, remembering the details all too well. “Katie was so beat up physically, and so scared of Rodriguez, that she initially refused to testify. She kept saying that Paulo would kill her, even though he was behind bars. After promising her that she would be kept safe and secure before the court date, and would go into witness protection afterward, she finally agreed to be a witness for the prosecution.”
“What happened?” Nicole asked, and Nathan heard the reluctance in her voice, as if she knew his story didn’t have a happy ending, but needed to hear it anyway.
“She was kept at a safe house. The day she was scheduled to testify she was escorted to the courthouse by uniformed policemen,” he said, feeling his throat close up with a wealth of emotion he couldn’t hold back, no matter how hard he tried. “Just as she reached the doors, Paulo’s brother, Jose, shot her in the head. He killed her so she couldn’t testify against Rodriguez. The officers returned fire and killed Jose, but the bastard died for his brother and sent a pretty strong message to anyone else who might have thought about testifying.”
He shoved both hands through his hair, the renewed fury rushing through his veins so strongly he wanted to punch something to relieve his rage.
But then Nicole touched him, her fingers gently curling around his forearm in a show of tenderness and support, calming him. “You couldn’t have known what would happen.”
“I royally fucked up.” He finally looked at Nicole, and was shocked to see the trail of tears down her cheek. She felt his pain, and Katie’s, and it made him realize that he’d made the right choice by confiding in her. “I should have protected her better, and instead she was murdered in cold blood. She’s dead, and Paulo was acquitted. The bastard walked. The injustice of it was enough to send me into a downhill spiral of self-destruction.”
Those dark, depressing days after Katie’s death had nearly destroyed him. “I couldn’t handle the guilt, and my fiancee at the time, Jill, couldn’t deal with my dark moods. I drank to dull the pain.”
Or rather, she hadn’t even tried to understand. She’d never offered him the comfort and support he’d so badly needed, which had made his downfall even worse. Looking back, he knew her leaving was for the best, that she wasn’t the kind of woman he required in his life for the long haul. But at the time, her walking out on him when he’d needed her the most had only added to his pain.
He shifted restlessly beside Nicole, feeling her gaze on him, and sensing her patience and compassion. “I quit the force, because I felt as though the system had let me, and Katie, down. I finally got my shit together and cleaned up my act, and when Caleb hired me on as a surveillance supervisor for The Onyx, I was grateful for a second chance, and a job that didn’t put people’s lives in danger. Then Caleb recruited me for The Reliance Group because of my skills as a vice cop, and I actually enjoyed the occasional cases that came my way.”
“Until now?” she guessed.
“Yeah, until now.” He shook his head. “I never wanted to be responsible for another person’s life ever again. And now here I am, about to head right back into a similar situation that has the potential of being life-threatening. Caleb knew exactly what he was doing when he assigned me this case. The connection between Katie and Sloane, and the similarities to Angela’s situation, are crystal clear.”
Nicole smiled, her earlier sadness over Katie’s story diminishing. “Caleb’s a good man, and he wouldn’t give you something he didn’t think you couldn’t handle.”
He hoped to God she was right, because there was no way he could live with another black mark on his conscience. This was his chance at redemption, and he desperately needed something good to come of this case so he could finally put the past behind him and move on.
Coming up on her knees beside him, she framed his face between her cool hands, her eyes locking on his. “Life is rarely perfect, and it’s certainly not scripted, which makes things difficult at times. But we’re going to get Angela safely out of there,” she said, her voice filled with conviction. “She deserves a second chance, and we’re going to give it to her.”
He believed her. How could he not?
Goddamn.
Love her, yes.
Hurt her, never.
Leaning forward, he settled his lips over hers and kissed her with softness and gratitude for everything she’d given him tonight. Her mouth was warm and sweet and so generous, pulling him in, offering him everything he’d ever wanted. Everything he needed. And in return, he ached to give her a slow, soft seduction that promised to last a lifetime. If she was willing to give them a chance.
He skimmed his hands beneath the loose T-shirt she was wearing and broke their kiss just long enough to draw the top over her head and toss it to the floor before his mouth found hers again. In between lush, soul-deep kisses, he removed her silky panties, along with his sweatpants. Then he gently pressed her back into the plush sofa cushions, his hands reverent as they traced her sweet curves, his fingers devoted to her pleasure as they caressed her sensitive breasts and, farther down, teased and stroked between her smooth, sleek thighs until she was begging him to take her, to ease the slow burning need building inside her.
She sighed blissfully when he finally shifted between her legs, and in a leisurely thrust filled her up. A low, ragged moan escaped her when he pulled her legs high around his waist and sank deeper, losing himself in her heat, the tight clasp of her sex, and the very essence of what made her so sweet and feminine.
In time, he felt her body quicken beneath his, heard the telltale hitch in her breathing, and recognized the arousing signs he’d learned so quickly, and so well. Lifting his head, he stared into her smoky blue eyes and held her gaze, watching as the wild desire softened with genuine emotion just before her lashes fluttered closed and she whispered his name like a litany, over and over, as she lost herself in a shuddering orgasm.
Exhilarated and hopeful, he gave himself over to his own climax-the hot rush of release, and the knowledge that this woman owned his heart and the deepest part of his soul.
Chapter Fifteen
The pressure was on.
As Nathan drove his newly acquired, slate-gray Hummer H2 past the massive iron gates protecting Sloane’s estate, he could feel the tension in the car heighten. A quick glance at Nicole sitting in the passenger seat told him she was feeling just as anxious. She’d been quiet on the ride out to Summerlin, and her pensive expression wasn’t
