Secrets Collide (Bluegrass Brothers) by Kathleen Brooks Read Free Book Online Page B

“I’ll go up with you. Then we can go to my place.”
    “I’ll be quick. You’ll need to be too.” Cy unlocked the door and walked through a large open living room filled with dark leather furniture and continued toward his bedroom. “You can grab a drink from the fridge if you want,” he called from the depths of his room.
    Gemma looked around at the spotless, state-of-the-art apartment in confusion.
    Bachelors she knew didn’t live like this.  Of course, the bachelors she knew were still stuck thinking they were in college. Some boys just never want to grow up and move past that phase of their lives. She set down her bag and Fred jumped out, trotting straight to Cy’s bedroom. Guess he made his choice; now it was time for Gemma to do the same. The question was whether she should trust Cy Davidson enough to put her life in his hands.
     
    Cy threw his clothes into a large suitcase as Fred sat on the bed watching him. He was trying to give Gemma enough time to make up her mind. He hoped she would decide to go with him or he’d have to take the situation into his own hands. No matter what she thought, he was going to do everything he could to keep her safe.
    He walked into his bathroom and pulled out his Swiss army knife and began to chip away at the grout between the large white tiles behind the door. He wiggled the knife under the tile and lifted it to expose a safe. Cy entered his code on the keypad and then placed his thumb on the scanner. The safe’s lock released and he opened the heavy door. He pulled out his agency-issued Glock, his weapon of choice, and his documentation proving him an employee of the CIA. He also pulled out his spare credit cards and passport under his cover name, Cy Davidson, as well as his real ones.
    Raising his t-shirt, he placed the gun at the small of his back and shoved the rest of the documents into his bag. He only had one picture in his whole apartment. On his nightstand was a picture of his family. He wrapped it in a shirt and put it in the bag before zipping it. The owner of the club was going to ship everything else to him in a couple of days.
    It was time to find out if Gemma had made up her mind. “Let’s go see what your mommy decided.” Cy grabbed his bag and scooped Fred up in his arm. He walked into the living room and found Gemma looking out the tinted windows on the far side of the room.
    “I can’t go,” Gemma said distantly. “My sister needs to be buried with all the love, respect, and honor that she deserves. I can’t leave her in some city morgue.”
    “Gemma, listen to me. I’ll have someone from the agency claim your sister. She’ll be with U.S. heroes and can then be buried at a time and place of your choosing. But if I don’t get you away from here right now, I’m afraid you’ll join her. These are professionals and they won’t quit until you’re dead. I can protect you. Please, come with me.” Cy looked down and saw that he was holding her hands in his as he willed her to understand the seriousness of the situation.
    Gemma took a deep breath, her hands shook in his. “Thank you for taking care of my sister. That means so much to me. I’ll go with you,” she paused, “on two conditions.” Gemma squeezed his hands. Her dark green eyes snapped in determination. “First, you agree to tell me everything. Nothing but the truth. No secrets and no hiding anything from me. Second, you promise you’ll find the men who are responsible for my sister’s death and bring them to justice. I want them dead, but justice is what my sister would've wanted.”
    “Deal. Let’s go get your stuff.”
     
    Cy drove his red F-type Jaguar convertible around the block twice. There didn’t seem to be anything unusual outside the six-story apartment complex, so he pulled into a spot to the right of the entrance.
    “Can you see your apartment from here?” he asked as he put the car in park.
    “Yes. The light’s off and everything looks okay, I guess,”