“She’s right, you don’t have to.” Kameron raises his hands in the air.
I look at Elliott, who’s biting the inside of her cheek.
She wants me to. I can see she wants me to.
Why? Because it will help her and her trauma? Or because she wantsmeto be the one to train her?
I sigh in defeat, I know I would’ve wanted someone to give me the chance to gain control again. How can I be the one to deny her some form of relief?
“Fine.” I groan, turning on my feet and walking away from them, “Tomorrow morning, 5am.” I throw over my shoulder before leaving the room.
Fuck, was I going to regret this?
Who was I kidding? I was most definitely going to regret this.
45
Elliott
Kameron, Marcus, and Hunter have to do a briefing with their team about leads they found for the Everton case. Men filed into the house, all dressed in what looked like combat gear. They’re greeting Hunter and Kameron with a handshake but when it comes to Marcus, they give a sharp nod that he doesn’t reciprocate. He just stands straight with a cold, stern expression on his face. They must be the team that Kameron was talking about. The ones he trained for their missions, and maybe even the company.
The last one to enter the house was Raf, the doctor I met what felt like ages ago. He closes the door and turns to follow the men, his eyes landing on me, and his face grows softer. He gives Hunter, Kam, and even Marcus a hug, before squeezing between them and coming up to me.
“Ms. Donovan, a pleasure.” He bows his head at meslightly.
“Elliott, please, it’s just Elliott.”
“Elliott, it is then. I’m glad to see you’re looking much better these days. You must have listened to the doctor's orders.”
“Yes,” I chuckle, a swirl of anxiety filling my veins as I remembered how I felt when I first got here, when the reality of what Samuel did hit me like a ton of bricks. Another wave of panic washes over me, memories of the past trauma I witnessed on Marcus’s computer. The past I didn’t remember.
The weight of Raf’s hand on my shoulder steadies my swaying stance, “Did I speak too soon?” I look up at Raf, concern filling his gaze.
“No, I’m just tired.”
“The guys treating you okay?” He nudges his head to Hunter, Kameron, and Marcus.
I look at them and smile, my eyes landing on Marcus whose brows are scrunched together as he scans me.
“Very much so.” I try to smile even bigger, and Kameron takes that as an invitation to join us now.
“Is she telling you all of our secrets, Raf?”
“Secrets? Kam, you know I know all of your secrets.” Raf elbows him.
Hunter lets a deep chuckle escape his lips, coming to Kameron’s side. The sound eases the growing ache in my chest.
“Raf’s family, he knows it all. The good, the bad, and the ugly.” He tells me.
Raf shudders, “And there are plenty of bad and ugly.”
“Oh come on, Raf, you know the good always outweighs that.”
“Do they?” Raf squints at Kam, “I had to pull a bullet out of your ass on multiple occasions.”
My eyes widen as I snap my head in Kameron’s direction.
“Poor choice of words there, Doc. Asscheek.You can’t leave the cheek part out.”
