Vaughn raised his hand.
“Wait!” I jumped forward, barricading him from slapping her. “Don’t!”
V’s mouth popped wide. “You’re seriously defending her, Threads? After every-fucking-thing her family has done to you?”
I couldn’t believe it, either. If V had been there after the meeting with the lawyers, I would’ve willingly given him a gun and loaded the bullet myself. But that was before I started listening—truly listening. Jaz was on our side.
He’s alive.
But for how much longer?
Waving my arms, I whisper-shouted, “Enough! Yes, I’m defending her. Yes, I’m in love with Jethro. And no, I won’t go anywhere with you until he’s safe.” Trembling, I looked over my shoulder at Jasmine.
She sat unruffled, her hand curled around a black gun that’d appeared from under her blanket.
I knew it! I knew she’d have an arsenal hidden in there.
Our eyes met.
I could make a big deal out of the weapon or I could focus on the task at hand.
Jethro and Kes…
Ignoring the pistol, I asked, “What’s your plan? Why do you need my brother to help?”
“Mr. Weaver here is going to carry me where I need to go and do everything I tell him.”
“Like fuck I am.” Vaughn paced in front of us.
“V!” I scowled. “Just…listen, okay?”
A small glisten of emotion showed before Jaz added, “I can’t do this on my own and, Nila, you have to go back to your room.”
I shook my head. “I’ll come with you. I don’t want to go back—”
“It’s not a matter of what you want. It’s a matter of necessity. We’ll be gone a while. I need you to lie for me if it comes to that.”
“Lie for you?”
“You need to take my chair and tell them that I spent the night with you.” She eyed up V as he paced like a feral animal. “While he’ll be my legs and strength, you’ll be my safeguard. I need you to come up with any tale you need to in order to keep the truth about my brothers’ lives a secret. I don’t care what you say. Just keep it hidden.”
My mind swam. I had no idea how I would achieve that if Daniel or Cut came knocking.
“And why do you need me, exactly?” Vaughn asked, his voice laced with animosity. “Why should I put my life on the line?”
Jaz took in his bruised face and blood-stained t-shirt. “Do you want children, Mr. Weaver?”
V’s eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. “What? What the fuck does that—”
“Answer the question. Yes or no.”
My heart raced, waiting for him to reply. I’d grown up with V, but we’d never talked about what we wanted in the future. Never discussed the idea of raising our own families—too caught up in designing and promoting and working tirelessly for a company that was more parent than we’d ever needed.
V breathed out heavily. “I don’t know…before, I might’ve entertained the idea, but now never. Not after what they did to Nila.” His eyes fell on me. “Or our mum.”
“Exactly. My family has cast a shadow over yours for far too long. You should have the right to have children if you want, knowing they are safe to grow old.” She inched closer, her voice filling with passion and truth. “I need your help to make that a reality.”
I tensed, waiting for another argument, for more curses.
But V’s black eyes met mine, mirroring my unspoken begging for his help. He had the power to save, not only the man I loved, but both our futures, too.
Finally, he slouched. “If I help you, you’ll keep my sister safe? You’ll make sure this ends?”
Jaz held a fist over her heart. “You have my ultimate word. Keep my brothers alive and I swear to you this will all be in the past.”
Vaughn closed the distance between them, his eyes lingering on Jasmine’s chair. With slight hesitation, he held out his hand. “In that case. We have a deal.”