Invincible (The Trident Code) (9 page)

I drove my truck up
the I-5 north toward Annie’s parents’ home in Encinitas. After almost a year at sea, the damn truck still ran, thanks to my buddies taking care of it. With all the money I’d saved up during deployment, I briefly considered upgrading it to a brand new Ford Raptor. Since I’d turned eighteen, I’d spent most of the past seven years deployed or out training. In all that time, with the exception of BUD/S, I’d spent a grand total of eight months in San Diego, broken into two- or three-week intervals. I needed to put down some roots, maybe buy a condo. But in this real estate market, the chances of doing that were slim. Why the fuck would I need roots anyway?

I arrived at the address Annie had written down for me. Sure enough, they lived in a beachfront multi-million dollar mansion. With all the money they seemed to have, why hadn’t they been
able to rescue her? Just hire former SEALs to bring her back home—
real
SEALs, not some asshole pretenders. I knew a few security-contracting firms filled with former Team guys that could’ve gotten the job done. I’d sell every possession I owned to save my daughter. Give my life.

The grand gate opened and I pulled into their driveway. I glanced in the car mirror; I wore a collared shirt and khaki pants. I’d even shaved. Looked like a preppy asshole—should fit right in.

Annie came around to the side of my truck. I recognized her parents immediately from all the news coverage. Her father had a distinguished white beard and piercing blue eyes. Her mother looked like one of those reality television housewives—long, shiny black hair, chocolate almond-shaped eyes and porcelain skin.

I removed my sunglasses and stepped out of the truck. Her f
ather observed me coolly, and offered a hand, which I took. “It’s an honor to meet you, Patrick.”

Her mother gave me a quick hug. Tears shone in her eyes as she looked up at me. “Thank you for saving my baby.”

“You’re welcome. I wasn’t alone. My guys helped.”

“But you came back for her.” Her mom hugged me again and I could smell her strong perfume. “You brought our Annie back home.”

“Okay, Mom, can we at least go inside before you start losing it?”

“Of course, baby.”

I followed Annie up to the elegant entry stairs. The view of Moonlight State Beach from the living room blew me away. This home had to be worth at least three million dollars, which made the alarms in my head go off. My mind raced. Why hadn’t they sold this beachfront home and moved into some place that was more modest? They could’ve used the money to save Annie, offered a bigger reward. What the fuck was wrong with these people?

Her father stood in front of the bar. “So Patrick. Can I get you something to drink? A martini perhaps?”

Who did they think I was—James Bond? What twenty-five-year-old guy drinks martinis? I grunted. “Thank you, sir. That sounds great.” Fuck. I didn’t even know how to talk to these people.

I studied Annie as she sat with her back erect on the white leather sofa and bit her French-manicured nails. If her parents had seen where she had been living for the past five years, they would’ve had heart attacks. Well, I’m sure some tabloid would return to
Curaçao and try to retrace Annie’s steps, expose what had happened to her. At least the brothel burnt down, so her parents could never know how bad her existence truly was.

But I did. And I would never forget it.

When I looked up, I met her father's eyes. He'd returned a few moments prior and by the narrowing of his eyes he must have seen me watching her. Great.

Her father handed me the martini, his cold eyes assessing. “Can I have a word with you on the deck?”

The martini even came with the standard-issue blue cheese stuffed olive. Bonus. I took a sip of the dry liquor. I suddenly got the feeling that I would probably need all the libation I could get.

“Sure, sir.” I followed him out to the redwood deck. I’d rather be interrogating a terrorist than be alone with this former naval officer. I downed the rest of the martini.

I breathed in the salty ocean air. I would never own a house like this. My own one bedroom apartment could fit in the size of their guest bedroom.

“So, Patrick. Annie told me everything that happened. How you met, how you rescued her. I’d like to thank you for your se
rvice.”

My service? “It was the right thing to do.”

He reached into his pocket and placed a folded piece of paper in my hand. “This should cover your expenses.”

I opened it. It was a three hundred thousand dollar check, made out to Patrick Walsh. I’d be able to help my mom out, buy a new truck,
put a down payment on a condo. Pay off debt. I could live a fairly comfortable life for years on the amount of money that I held in the palm of my hand.

I didn’t hesitate to hand it back to him. “I can’t accept this.”

Mr. Hamilton laughed and shoved the check back into my hand. “Yes, you can. I knew men like you in the Navy—pieces of shit who would cheat on their wives with hookers. I hope that you can leave us alone to heal. In private.” His eyebrow rose. “Annie has been through enough. Seeing you is a reminder of her past. How you used her, forced her to get you off. I don’t want scum like you hanging around my daughter.”

My own vision narrowed, I opened my stance and took a few controlling breaths. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? “I can’t be bought off. If it wasn’t for me, Annie would still be shoo
ting up heroin and screwing strangers. You think I’m scum?” I sneered. “You should’ve seen her pimp.” I ripped up the check, went back inside, and charged toward the front door.

No one was going to tell me how to live my life and who I could see. 

I needed to get the fuck out of there.

Annie was waiting in the dining room, her mother close by her side. Their heads both shot in my direction as I strode through the
perfectly appointed kitchen and then past them. I ignored the smirk on her mother's face and the frown on Annie's.

“Are you leaving?" She called after me. "We haven’t even ea
ten yet.”

“I’m going to go, Annie. You got what you wanted. I met your dad. This is done. It should have been done at the embassy. I made a mistake coming here with you. I'm nothing to you."

Her eyes flared and her hand shot out to grasp at the material of my shirt. "Excuse me, Patrick, but after all we've been through I consider you a friend. One of the only ones that I have left. I thought dinner with my family would be a nice gesture, since I have no other way to thank the man that saved my life." Her voice lowered to a growl. "So excuse me for trying to be nice."

Fuck. "Annie—"

"No," she shouted and her parents came up behind her. Her father laid a protective hand on her shoulder. "No, Patrick." She shook her head and bit her quivering lip. "Excuse me."

Then she was gone. Again.

Her father gave me a knowing look, but I didn't have time for his fucking shit. I knew I was an asshole. That I could probably use a year or two on the couch of some shrink, but a girl like Annie didn't deserve my callous behavior. Not when she was trying to readjust to her normal life and her dad was a complete pretentious jackass.

I felt like a fucking dick.

I took the stairs behind her two at a time and followed her into a room, where she sat down on the bed, her shoulders hunched inward, hands lying limply on her lap, the ghost of tears still wet on her cheeks.

“This is my bedroom," she whispered.

I glanced around the room. Its stark white walls had weird pictures of Victorian children in frames above the sleigh bed, and tiny little porcelain dolls arranged on an antique vanity. It reeked of a combination of mothballs and potpourri. “Your room? Are you eighty? This place is creepy. You actually sleep in here? No wonder you have nightmares.”

She gave me a dazed expression.
The same one that I had seen back on the boat. “Well, my mom had redecorated it after I went missing—used it as a guest room. I understand, I guess. I mean, they had declared me legally dead. For insurance and stuff. I don’t see the point in redecorating it. I’m going to move out at some point. I don’t really feel safe here.”

Don’t even think about inviting her to stay with you, Walsh. Get this dinner over with and move on.

“How do you not feel safe in your own home? Didn’t you grow up here?”

“Yes.” She stroked the flowery bedspread. “But my parents had it completely renovated after I was taken. They sued the cruise line and received the life insurance settlement. I can’t say I blame them.”

What the fuck was wrong with her family? I didn’t understand rich people. My mom worked two jobs to support me. She still lived in the same crappy thirteen hundred square foot house I grew up in back in Sacramento. Even when I brought my ex-fiancée back home to meet her, she hadn’t changed one thing about my room. Hadn’t Annie’s parents wanted something to remember her by when they thought they’d lost her forever?

I swallowed around the knot in my throat. Fuck this was pr
ecisely why I wanted to sever all ties back at the embassy. "Look, I didn't mean to come off as a dick."

She shot me a wry look and I laughed.

"Okay, fine. Maybe I did. But you have to understand that I don't fit in your fucking life. Look where you live. Who your parents are? This isn't my life, Annie. Far from it. You're just getting started again and you shouldn't pin all of your hopes on me. Give yourself and your future a fair chance. Please. For me."

Annie took a shuddering breath. "You're just the only person that doesn't still see me as the girl I used to be. You don't look at me like I crawled out of a hole. You make me feel safe."

I took a step closer so that my knees bumped hers. I lifted her chin with the tips of my fingers. "Look, shit happens. Thankfully, you got out of there in one piece. It's not going to be easy, that's for damn sure, but you've only been back a few months. You have to give it some time."

"You're probably right." She smiled up at me.

I followed her down the stairs to the entryway. Her parents hovered behind her. Her mother's face was botox-tense and the smile she wore was more of a sneer. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and instead turned to pull Annie in a hug. They shared a look that I caught from over Annie's head. Fuck them. I didn't need their approval. If anything they should want their daughter to be happy considering what she'd been through.

I started walking out the door with every intention to put her and this entire fucking situation behind me. I would go home, down a six-pack and get back to my regular routine. I reached the door and turned to say goodbye, but couldn't force the words past my lips at the look of raw emotion on her face.

“Annie. Do you want to come to Vic’s party tomorrow? His mom is throwing it for all the Team guys. Kyle will be there too. I’m sure they’d love to see you.”

She shook her head. “No. I’m good. You don’t have to take care of me anymore, Pat. I’m fine. I appreciate you coming here but don’t feel like you have to hang out with me. I can take care of myself. I won’t bother you again.”

My gut clenched. I knew I’d been an asshole to her, but it wasn’t because I didn’t care about her. She was fucking hot, and I couldn’t stop thinking about her. And I didn’t pity her; I admired her strength. I just didn’t have a fucking clue where to go from here.

I looked into her eyes. “Hey. I want you to come tomorrow.”

She pursed her lips and stepped away from me. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

What did I expect? Maybe her father was right. I was just a painful reminder of her past. But if I was, I needed to hear it from her. “I need to see you tomorrow. Say yes.”

“Fine. I’ll come. Where should I meet you?”

I couldn’t tell if she was playing hard to get. “I’ll pick you up at five.”

“Sounds good. I’ll walk you out.” 

We bypassed her parents and went down the hallway out into the yard and back down to the driveway. I got into my truck and drove away.

It wasn’t just that her family was loaded; I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right with her family. And I was going to find out what it was. For Annie’s sake. 

I drove back up to
her house to pick her up for Vic’s party. I hoped her dad wasn’t home but I honestly didn’t give a fuck. I doubted that he would tell me off in front of his daughter and risk looking like a fucking hypocrite.

I pulled up and she was waiting outside the gates. She pointed me to a parking space in front to the house. I looked up at the e
xpansive glass windows, and could see her dad watching me. I wasn’t intimidated by him; he wanted to watch? I’d give him something to watch.

“Can we get some coffee first? There’s this great little shop up the street. I traded my addiction to heroin for caffeine.”

“Yup. Let’s go.”

I checked her out. She was wearing a pale peach dress that clung to her body. I couldn’t tell if she had a bra on or one of those
camisoles. Either way, I could see the outline of her nipples. I remembered how they felt pulled into buds, how they tasted. The scent of her skin on the curve of her neck.

Her perfume wafted around me. I leaned into her and kissed her, not caring about who saw or my own objections. The words spilled out of my mouth, though the look on her face made me happy I said them. “I’m glad you came and greeted me off the ship. Honestly, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

She touched my face. “I missed you, too.”

We walked up the street.

We ordered two cold-drip iced coffees from Lofty Coffee, this coffee shop a block away from her house. A few people stared at us; I’m sure recognizing her from the magazines. I kept my sunglasses on.

“I’ll be right back, babe.” She nodded and I slipped out the door to The Den, a boutique next store.

The designer clothes and lingerie wasn’t what I was looking for. Then something caught my eye at the counter. “I’ll take this.”

The shop girl grabbed the item and packaged it up. “Is this for your girlfriend?”

I couldn’t tell if she was hitting on me, but I didn’t care. “Something like that.”

I paid, and then went back to the coffee shop.

Annie was turned toward the coffee bar adding milk and sugar to our drinks. Some dickhead handed her the plastic covers, and said something to her to make her blush. I wanted to punch him.

She handed me my coffee. Her cheeks were red.

I put my arm around her and headed back to my truck.

I texted Vic and told him we were on our way. I really wanted to see how she would act around the other team guys and their
wives. I wasn’t trying to test her, but I couldn’t help but be curious if there was any possibility that she’d ever fit into my world. I mean, I was still going to ship out and never see her again, without a doubt. But it was like there was a part of me that wanted to know for sure, wanted to see just how stupid any vague lingering idea of us…. No. Annie had been raised with money; I could never give her the type of life that she had been accustomed to before she had been taken. Just no.

God, but she looked hot in that dress.

Forty minutes later, we arrived at Vic’s family’s house. The smell of cumin and lime wafted from the backyard.

I didn’t need to knock. We walked around the back and opened the gate.

About twenty other Team guys, their wives and kids, were milling around the yard. There was one of those bouncy houses for the kids. Vic spotted us. He poked Kyle to get his attention and they both came over.

“Annie! You look great.” Vic hugged her. “Thanks for co
ming.”

A hug wouldn’t satisfy Kyle. “Hey, sweetheart!” He lifted her in the air. She seemed more excited to see him than she had to see me. But I doubted that she wanted him. Kyle had just never been a jerk to her like I had. Not that I had anything to worry about—we never ever hit on another Team guy’s woman. “How you’ve been? Where are all the
hottie friends you promised me?”

She smiled. “I’ll hook you up next time we go out.”

Vic’s mother walked over to us, clutching Vic’s daughter Carina’s hand.

“Mama, this is Annie.”

“Hola, mija. Bienvenida.” I loved Vic’s mom, she was like a second mother to me. She never hesitated to make food for an entire SEAL team or drive downtown in the middle of the night to pick one of us up if we were smashed.

“
Encantada, Señora Gonzales. Soy Analía.”

Vic’s mom seemed impressed by Annie’s fluent Spanish. Three-year-old Carina looked up at Annie. Vic’s little princess was adorable: huge brown eyes, long wavy hair. I admired that he made her his top priority when he was in town, knowing that as long as he remained in the Teams they would spend more time apart than together.

“You wanna see my dolls?” Carina asked Annie.

“I’d love to, sweetie.”

Annie followed Carina into the house and Vic’s mom went to the kitchen.

Kyle gave me a devilish grin. “Couldn’t stay away from her for a day. We’ve been back, what, five hours? Have you already hit that?”

“Two days, asshole. She fucking greeted me at the dock. Welcome home sign and everything. Conned me into going to see her family. Dad’s a ring knocker. Tried to bribe me to stay away from her.”

Vic raised his eyebrow. “What’s the problem? You didn’t want to see her anyway.”

“Yeah, man. Take the money and run.” Kyle raised his eyebrow. “Unless there’s something you’re not telling us.”

I glanced inside the kitchen; Annie was on the floor playing with Carina. She gave me a big smile and waved at me.

“I don’t know man. There’s something going on with her parents.”

Kyle glared at me. “Keep talking.”

“I mean, they’re loaded. Like they have this mansion on the beach in Encinitas. And they redecorated her room. I don’t have anything yet, but something doesn’t add up. I mean, I found her and I wasn’t even looking. You think with all that money they couldn’t hire a contractor group to go find her?”

“I thought they hired some guy who took their money?” Vic said.

“That’s what the news stories say, but I mean her dad’s a former Naval Officer—he couldn’t check out this guy’s credentials before giving him three hundred thousand dollars?”

“You’re right. That makes no sense,” Kyle said.

I nodded. “I’m going to put some calls in with some friends who work in security contracting firms. See if they know anything.”

“Let me know if you need anything.” Kyle paused. “So that’s it? You’re just worried about her? Nothing else.”

“I don’t know, man.”

Vic jumped in. “Walsh, she wants you. She’s a good girl. You have nothing to lose. Stop being such a closed-off prick and give her a chance.”

I was going to respond, but Annie walked out of the house, carrying a beer and some food. 

She smiled and I couldn't help but think that even though I di
dn't fit in her life, she sure seemed at home in mine.