Truth Be Told (Blackbridge Security Book 4) by Marie James (snow like ashes TXT) 📕

to Texas. I knew she was ignoring me, and that pettiness was killing me. I wanted to speak with her and Alex, but she wasn’t allowing either.

I clear my throat.

“What happened?”

“Can we come in?” Tinley darts her eyes around me as if she expects me not to be alone, and I step out of the way immediately.

Does she really think I’d have someone here? Then I recall me telling her that I’d fuck her even if I did have someone else significant in my life, making me realize I acted like a dick more recently than I thought.

“Have a seat and explain.” I urge them toward the matching sofas in the living room. “I’m losing my sh—my mind right now.”

“Cedric,” Alex says the second he takes a seat. “When you left a couple days ago, he caught me walking to school.”

“You catch the bus in the mornings.”

“There’s a girl—”

“Mooommm,” Alex says with a roll of his good eye.

His neck is stiff when he tries to look at her, but he refocuses on me. “Cedric stopped me and wanted me to keep working for him.”

“Selling drugs,” I clarify, because even though me saying it tells her that I knew it had happened in the past, I need her to hear all of it.

“Yeah. He wanted me to keep working for him, but I told him no.” He points to his face. “This is how he showed me he wasn’t happy about my decision.”

I’ll kill him. I’ll round up all the guys, and I’ll fucking murder him.

“And you didn’t think I needed to know about this?”

Tinley sighs, looking more exhausted than I’ve ever seen her, and that’s saying a lot because losing her mother nearly took everything she had.

“I had to get out of there. Alex came home looking like this, and I freaked. We packed our bags and left. My cell phone is somewhere in the house.”

“We took the bus. It took two days to get here,” Alex adds.

“The bus? Tinley, I bought you a car.”

“He slashed the tires.”

I look at Tinley to confirm.

“I don’t know if it was Cedric but three of the tires on the car were slashed while I was at the grocery store. I didn’t have the money to get it towed much less pay for new tires. It’s still sitting in the lot or it’s been towed. I don’t know.”

“Have you taken him to the hospital to be examined?”

Her eyes flash with hurt, and I know it came out as an accusation, can see in her eyes that she thinks I’m judging her.

“Let’s go. You got yourselves to safety first, and that’s important. Now let’s go make sure everything else is okay.”

“I’m fine,” Alex grumbles. “It’s been days.”

“Did you pack your medical license and bring it with you?” I ask, a small smile on my face because I need to lighten up the situation.

Alex huffs as I look around.

“Where are your bags?”

“Down in the Uber. The guy was really nice and said he’d wait for us in case you weren’t home.”

I tilt my head at Tinley’s explanation. The Uber drivers around here aren’t that nice. They move on to the next assignment. My Spidey senses are tingling as I guide them out of my condo. Instead of going to the garage where my truck is parked, we head to the front of the building where they say the Uber is parked. It would be shitty luck that they escape Houston only to have all of their shit stolen.

But their belongings are safe because when we step outside, I find Wren, smiling like a damn Cheshire cat in his car at the curb.

“This motherfu—” I yank open the passenger door. “Take us to the hospital, you dick.”

Chapter 34

Tinley

“I need my damn truck up here also,” Ignacio snaps at the man who clearly isn’t an Uber driver. “And don’t think for a second that we aren’t going to talk about this.”

The guy chuckles but doesn’t say anything as we all pile out of his car and head into the hospital.

Coming here was hard, finding out things were much worse with my son were harder.

I knew he had trouble at school. I knew he sometimes hung out with kids that he’d get into trouble with. I had no idea he had been selling drugs before Ignacio came to town. I want to hate the man for not telling me the second he found out, but Alex’s assurance that he stopped that very same day helps ease a little of that anger.

When Alex came home bloody and beaten, I knew where I had to go. I knew he would help us, and I’d shoulder all the judgment if it meant that my child was safe.

Even on the two-day bus ride, Missouri didn’t seem far enough away, but I calmed some with each passing mile.

Ignacio, ever the leader, handles check-in at the front desk, but instead of sitting beside us while we wait, he paces, his long legs striding back and forth across the room. His handsome face is set in a scowl and I wonder if some of his anger is directed at me or if he’s solely focused on the man who did this to our child. He’s probably got room for both.

With each pass, I hold my breath, waiting for him to voice his opinions on my parenting. It can’t be any worse than how I already feel about myself, but he never opens his mouth, and when he does look over in this direction, he focuses on Alex.

I knew what I was risking coming to him. I know this could be more ammunition to use against me, but I also know that I’ll do anything to keep Alex safe. I haven’t been able to do that, but I know his father can.

The visit to the ER is the shortest, according to the clock, I’ve ever had. Although it feels like days, we spend less than two hours at the hospital, coming out to find Ignacio’s truck