Chapter One #2
She didn’t know it yet, but he had her—hook, line, and sinker. Aiden just had to reel her in. “Justice.”
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Justice.
The word rang through Charlie like a bell, and something deep inside her responded. For whatever reason, this man wanted Romanov’s downfall as much as she did—possibly more, if he was scraping the bottom of the barrel for her help.
She knew what her dad would say. John Finch had a very low opinion of anyone even remotely connected with organized crime, and Aiden O’Malley was the head of his family. He’s as much a snake as Romanov, and getting into bed with one evil to bring down another won’t solve anything.
That didn’t change the truth.
And the damn truth was that she’d been living half a life for four years.
Even after Jacques saved her and gave her a purpose, no matter how small, she still hadn’t bounced back.
The drive she’d had ever since she was a child—the desire to be a force of good in the world and to stop bad people from doing bad things—it was gone.
It’d disappeared right around the time that Romanov won.
The bad guys won.
She’d learned the hard way that life wasn’t a fairy tale, and good didn’t always triumph over evil. Sometimes a compelling lie was sought above a harsh truth.
“I’ll do it.” She didn’t give herself a chance to think too hard on it. Her dad had stopped being proud of her four years ago. One more disappointment wasn’t going to break him.
Probably.
He hadn’t been able to salvage her reputation after she was branded a dirty cop. No one inside the law had. If Charlie couldn’t fix that, at least she could ensure that Romanov went down in flames as retribution.
She pressed her lips together. “What, exactly, am I agreeing to do?”
Aiden moved to a dark town car that had pulled up, and opened the back door. “Get in and I’ll tell you everything.” When she hesitated, he gave a mirthless smile. “Look around, Charlotte. If I was up to no good, I could have hurt you at any time.”
“Charlie.” She’d responded without thinking, even as she did what he said.
They’d wandered several blocks away from the bar.
He could have cut her throat right here and no one would have sprung to assist her—and they certainly wouldn’t have talked to the cops if they’d seen something.
Even if Jacques had sent Billy out after her, they were too far away for him to rescue her.
Just as well. She didn’t need rescuing. “I don’t trust you.”
“You shouldn’t.”
Somehow, that eased her distrust a little. His offer—whatever it entailed—wasn’t too good to be true. Enemy of her enemy or not, this man was not a good man.
I’m not much of a good woman anymore, either. She’d tried—tried so damn hard it’d almost killed her—but when push came to shove, the very justice system in place to protect the innocent had worked against her.
She lost everything as a result—because of Romanov.
She climbed into the backseat and scooted over so Aiden could join her. He dominated the small space in a way he hadn’t on the street, and she realized he’d been containing himself. Even now, he hadn’t exactly let himself off the leash, but he’d stopped trying so hard.
Or maybe this is just another version of Aiden O’Malley—this one designed to put me at ease.
She couldn’t trust the change. She couldn’t trust him.
She took a short breath, inhaling his clean scent, which made her think of snow-topped mountains—beautiful and clear and deadly to anyone who tried to conquer them. “I won’t kill anyone.” She wasn’t that far gone.
He chuckled, the sound curling through the space between them like a living thing. “Believe me, if that was my main goal, I have several people better suited.” He shot her a look. “Theoretically, of course.”
“Theoretically. Sure.” She looked around the inside of the town car.
It reeked of understated wealth. The leather seats were as soft as butter, and there was a retractable window between the backseat and the driver.
With it raised, she couldn’t see more than an outline of the man’s head.
It was entirely possible they were taking her to a secondary location for nefarious purposes, but Aiden had had a point earlier.
Knowing that he could have tried to kill her several times over during their walk shouldn’t have comforted her—but it did.
Charlie leaned back against the seat, rotating to face him fully. “You have me alone and at your mercy. Enough circling. What, exactly, do you want from me?”
Heat flared in his eyes, a fierce flame of interest that she’d have to be extremely naive to misinterpret. He banked it almost immediately, the cool mask back in place, but it had been there. She was sure of it.
Aiden looked out the window. “As I said, I need your information, and I need you to be a distraction.”
“A distraction.” What the hell was he talking about?
“Yes.” His mouth tightened. “I need my enemies—our enemies—to underestimate both of us.”
She tensed. “If you need a distraction, then you should have hired someone better suited to the job. I’m not a sideshow circus freak.”
“I’m aware.” He finally looked at her again, and his expression was no less intense, for all that he seemed to be trying to rein himself in.
“There is no one else, Charlie. You know the players, and you know what’s at risk if we fail.
As a relative unknown in this game, you can move through them without raising suspicions.
But you have a brain.” He reached out and touched her temple.
She swatted him away, not liking the fact that she could feel his finger against her skin even after he no longer touched her.
Even as a so-called distraction, it didn’t make sense that he’d need her.
But she hadn’t made much progress in her own investigation, though she’d had access to several decades’ worth of police files.
Charlie narrowed her eyes. It would be child’s play for Aiden to get a hold of those files.
If he didn’t have ins with the NYPD, his family did with the Boston cops.
All it would take was a favor asked by one of the cops on his payroll and he’d have all the information she had—more, since there had undoubtedly been new information in the last four years.
It didn’t make any more sense than his supposedly needing her to be a distraction did.
There was something there, something she was missing. She crossed her legs. “Elaborate.” The more she got him talking, the better chance she had of figuring out his true purpose in inviting her into his game.
“Romanov wants my baby sister. The reasons behind it are complicated, but the end result is that if I push back, he will take us to war, and both New York and Boston will bleed as a result. While there are benefits to war, our family has lost more than its fair share in casualties, and I refuse to lose another person.”
It sounded quite noble…if she forgot who she was talking to.
Aiden O’Malley and Dmitri Romanov were two sides of the same coin.
Aiden wasn’t some white knight charging in to deliver justice to her out of the goodness of his heart.
She hadn’t been able to find out much about the O’Malleys, but they had a reputation for being ruthless and they’d ruled one-third of Boston’s underground for a few generations, which was impressive when considering how often power changed hands in other cities.
She studied his button-down shirt, taking in the cuff links glinting at his wrists.
Cuff links, for God’s sake. “I’m still missing the part where you need me. ”
He met her gaze directly. “You’ll be my fiancée.”
“Are you out of your goddamn mind? Getting married is your brilliant plan? That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Calm down. I’m not actually marrying you, so you can get that look off your face. The only way you can move freely—relatively speaking—in my world is if you’re mine. A girlfriend won’t cut it—an engagement is required.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down.” She made an effort to smooth out her tone. They’d been talking a grand total of ten minutes, and the fact that he’d had every emotion and reaction locked down only made her feel more unrestrained. “I don’t want to move in your world.”
He didn’t seem too bothered by her shock and denial.
“If people think that it’s a whirlwind romance, they’ll believe that I’m thinking with my cock instead of my brain.
The frenzy at the beginning of a relationship distracts even the most focused person, and Romanov will know it—and underestimate the situation as a result.
You’ll have to be convincing, of course.
Not even my family can know your true purpose there. ”
It was an effort to pick her jaw up off the floor. She’d known he was desperate—he’d have to be to come to her twice—but she hadn’t reckoned on him being this reckless. “No one is going to believe for a second that you fell head over heels for a cop—”
“Dirty cop, according to your record, and that’s if anyone digs deeply enough to figure out that you aren’t Charlie Moreaux.”
She ignored that. “Even if they did believe that, there’s still the complete fiction that we’re in love. No. Absolutely not. There has to be another way.” She pinched the bridge of her nose, thinking hard. “Your bodyguard. I can be your bodyguard.”
“Out of the question. My family would be less likely to believe that I replaced Liam than they would be that I fell for a former dirty cop—and Romanov certainly wouldn’t buy it.
Not to mention, bringing in outside security is a giant red flag that would have him watching me more closely instead of less. ”
“I don’t care. Figure out something else.”
Aiden studied her. “What is it about being my fiancée that bothers you so much?”
She didn’t even know where to start, so she went with the first thing to pop into her head. “How about the fact that I’m not going to sleep with you?”
He barked out a laugh. “You don’t have to sleep with me, Charlie.
You just have to pretend.” Just like that, all amusement was gone from his face, the intensity of his eyes leaving her breathless.
He reached across the meager distance between them and captured her chin.
Her heart tried to beat out of her chest as he leaned forward until his breath ghosted across her lips.
“No one would believe for a second that I’d wait for marriage to have you in my bed, and so you’ll be in my bed.
But I won’t touch you without permission. ”
She licked her lips, her skin too tight, her nipples pebbling until they almost hurt.
If he’d looked down, he would have seen them pressing against the thin fabric of her shirt.
But Aiden didn’t look down, didn’t drag his gaze away from her lips.
His voice dropped to something akin to a growl.
“It’s just pretend, Charlie. You can pretend to want me, can’t you? ”
She squeezed her thighs together, but the move did nothing to alleviate the ache growing between them. Oh God. She tried counting to ten, but lost her place halfway through. There was only Aiden and his clear mountain scent filling the back of the town car.
He won’t touch me without permission. Do not give him permission. Some things you can’t come back from.
She held perfectly still, a rabbit in a trap, and when she spoke, she was pathetically grateful that she sounded mostly unaffected. “I think I’ll manage.”
“Good.” His lips curved a little. “Then we can begin.”