Reverb (Trojan Book 2) by S.M. West

Author:S.M. West [West, S.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: SMW Books
Published: 2020-11-11T18:30:00+00:00

19

Plot its demise

JARED

My mind spins, heart clenching and swelling as if the organ is in the palm of my hand. The cold fingers squeeze all life out of it and then release enough for blood to fill the chambers before they begin to kill it again.

Quint closes the door to the suite. Eva, her father, and that guy have left, leaving me alone with Bianca.

Anxious, I slide my hand into the front pocket of my leather pants, and my fingers wrap around the small, smooth object. Sanity and a sense of grounding wash over me.

Bianca stares, cagey and uncertain. For the first time in a long time, I see the teenager I first met. Full of false bravado, desperately wanting to be independent but not knowing how to go about it.

I used to think we were similar. Survivors. We’d shared a great loss and she became like a sister to me, a friend. But we are nothing alike.

We started out as acquaintances, brought together by her then boyfriend, Tito, and her sister. Eva. The one I cherish more than anything in this world.

Despite all the obstacles and differences—their father, Val, foster care, and for a while there, Ike—Eva and I fit. Bianca can’t deny what her sister meant to me.

“What the fuck, Bianca? You lied to me. You knew all this time and never said a goddamn thing?” My roar causes Quint to stick his head back into the room.

I stab him with a get lost glare and he nods, closing the door once more.

“Jared, let me explain.” Fidgeting with her fingers entwined in front of her, she edges toward me.

She’s Judas, the traitor. She not only betrayed my trust, but also her sister’s. “I can’t think of one fucking excuse you could give me that I could live with.”

A sheen coats her dark eyes, and she rambles about her father and how difficult their relationship was after the death of her mother. All true but it’s a poor excuse.

And how no matter what she did, she could never please him. Then Eva died…no, she didn’t die.

Fuck, she didn’t die.

My hands clutch the sides of my head, fingers threading through my hair. For all of these years, I’ve been led to believe she died in the car accident, and I blamed myself. It was a fucking rainstorm, and I let her drive even knowing she was inexperienced.

But even at that, there’s nothing I could have done. I could have just as easily been driving and the outcome would have been the same. Eva drove the car perfectly, within the speed limit, and did everything she was supposed to do. There was little to no traffic.

Some guy, high on coke and out of his mind, peeled through the red light, T-boning the Jeep. His SUV hit my side, back end, and we were thrown into a tailspin, spinning and spinning until the driver’s side smashed into a utility pole and flipped over.

I was told she died instantly.

“How do you live with yourself?” I cut her off midsentence.

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