Instead, she goes to Remy, strokes her hair away from her face, and murmurs something to my brother that I don’t quite catch.
“You’ve done enough damage.” Cash scoops Remy into his arms and backs away from Isabella. “If I find out that you did this…”
“Stop, Cash.” Remy’s arms are around his neck as I join the small group in the basement. “She didn’t do this to me. George did.”
He falters, his back muscles quivering halfway between holding her close and striding into the room next to us to show George Quinn what happens to people who hurt the ones we love.
“Cash.” I place a hand on his arm. “Let Terry handle it.”
He looks right at me, but his eyes are elsewhere, and I wonder if he’s waging battle against the images in his head of that man’s fist connecting with Remy’s beautiful face.
Isabella pushes her shoulders back and straightens her spine. “Can I have my phone back?”
“Not until I’ve downloaded every app, every fucking message you’ve ever sent in your life, every image you’ve ever taken.” My brother’s chest is heaving. “You don’t get to walk out of here with enough ammo to take us down.”
“Cash,” Remy says softly. “Give Isabella her phone. Please?”
Cash blinks Remy into focus and stares at her as if he has no idea how she got into his arms. “You don’t understand,” he says without conviction.
My twin brother. The man who would’ve tossed that phone out of his penthouse window rather than give it back, hesitates.
“I do understand.” Remy smiles at him, her arms around his neck, and something stretches taut inside me like a piece of elastic. “That phone is Isabella’s lifeline.”
Cash turns to the other woman who meets his gaze squarely.
“I have a confession from my fiancé,” she begins, “that will end the arrangement between our families.”
There is something serene about her now that I never noticed before. When she dropped her proposal into our laps, she was cold, calculating, using the woman we love as bait to catch herself a big fish without a single qualm. The woman standing before us now is softer somehow, lighter, as though she has shed an outer skin and set herself free.
“I won’t involve the Murray family,” she continues.
“Forgive me if I don’t fall at your feet with gratitude,” Cash says. “But I don’t trust you.”
She nods. “I understand, but I give you my word.”
“I trust her.” Remy kisses Cash’s cheek and whispers something in his ear that’s between the two of them.
A frisson of jealousy ripples through me, and I mentally shake myself. When Remy was missing, I prayed that we would find her safe and well. I promised whatever God is looking down upon us that I would give her and Cash my blessing and walk away if that’s what it would take to get her back. What kind of hypocrite reneges on a deal like that?
Especially when it concerns the woman he loves.
Cash sets her down, dips his head to be sure she won’t collapse when he lets go of her arm, and retrieves Isabella’s cell from his pocket. He holds onto it for a beat too long before handing it over.
“This is for Remy. Not for you.”
Isabella smiles. “Thank you.”
Our eyes meet. I’ve hung back till now, unwilling to intervene in my brother’s reunion with Remy. He blames himself for herabduction. He’ll beat himself up a whole lot more now that he has seen her swollen jaw and the bruising creeping up towards her eye. She was in the Titan because of him, because he wanted to show her that we’re not bad people.
Yeah, we fucked up big time.
But I sense that Isabella Leone, the woman who wanted a fast-track into our empire, might just have salvaged what we’ve done everything in our power to destroy since Remy Jones walked into our lives.
“About your proposal,” I say.
Isabella shakes her head. “Forget it. I have everything I need right here, thanks to Remy.”
“You do?” I lock eyes with Remy, and my pulse races.
