Secrets & Surrender 3 (4 page)

S
itting on the bench in the quad, I kept my eyes glued to the front door of the Tutor Zone. Fingering Mandi’s bobby pin, the same one I’d kept in my pocket since the night of our senior prom, I prayed to whatever deity would listen that Mandi would walk out that door.

There was a throaty laugh, and my eyes zoomed to a curvy, dark-haired girl walking toward the center. My heart fell when she turned. Plain brown eyes scanned over my body. The girl gave me a flirty smile and waved.

I looked away, not caring if she thought I was being a jerk. I just didn’t care anymore.

It’d been almost a week and still no sight of Mandi. Every day before and after class, I came to sit and wait for her. I drove by her house every day. I even sat in one of her classes from beginning to end, hoping she’d show up. She didn’t. She was gone. Or maybe she was hiding from me. Did she hate the thought of seeing me so much that she wouldn’t even show up for work?

I leaned back, staring at the door as students walked in and out. A bubbly girl bounced out and squealed when she spotted some guy. She ran into his arms and he kissed her, feeling up her ass in the process. She seemed to enjoy it because her face lit up even more. At least someone was happy. Must be nice not to have a care in the world.

Another couple came out holding hands. They looked happy too. What was it with this place? And why was everyone smiling? Every person who passed by had a smile on their face, but not one of them was Mandi.

I winced. Even saying her name in my head brought a resurgence of pain that she’d let me go. Juan must’ve told Mr. Ruiz about what had happened. Julian would’ve backed his story up too. And even if Mandi still wanted to be with me, she’d never go against her father’s wishes.

Closing my eyes, I fought against the despair that threated to consume me. The urge to charge into her house and demand that I be heard warred with waiting for her to come to me. Instead, all I did was replay the day I let her slip away from me over and over in my head. It was a day I had thought was going to be one of the happiest of our lives because I was going to ask her to be my wife.

I remembered the goddess who had walked down the aisle and how my chest had filled with so much love from the simple smile she’d given me. I remembered how her loving eyes had gazed into mine as Cassie and Cody recited their wedding vows. Then I remembered those same beautiful eyes turning to hurt and looking at me in disbelief from across the dance floor as she spoke on the payphone.

The pin’s rhinestones dug into my palm as I gripped it tighter, remembering the expression on her face when she ran out of the building, the way she wrapped her arms around Julian’s waist, and the betrayed look in her eyes as they drove off together.

My jaw tensed. I should’ve stopped her. I should’ve dragged her off the bike and demanded that she tell me what was going on. I had fucked it up.

I squeezed my fist tighter, the pin digging deeper into my hand. I could feel a warm liquid slide down my hand as it pierced my skin.

I had let her go. I had let her leave, and now she was gone, really gone. She was the only one who really knew me, who really believed that I was something more than a trophy boy. Without her, there was just an empty space inside of me that no one could ever fill. What was I going to do without her? I had to let her go, and the thought, the knowledge that it was the right thing to do, was tearing my heart into shreds and sending it into a dark abyss.

I gasped. The pain was too much. I could feel a cold settling into my chest, filling in the empty space where my heart had previously existed.

I reached out, clinging to the only thing I had left of her, memories: her breath on my face; her body next to mine; her hair splayed out on the pillow, wild and beautiful; her throaty laugh at my lame jokes; the sexy, uninhibited way she danced; her tender kisses loving every inch of my body on prom night; the night she found me at Five Mile Dam, staring out at the river; the way her dresses fluttered as she ran to me; and the breathlessness of her voice when she told me she loved me.

I swallowed thickly, remembering every word her beautiful lips had uttered and how I couldn’t believe that she really loved me. I remembered the feel of her lips as I pressed against them, wondering at how lucky I was to have someone like her love me. I had won her heart. I’d
had
her. I’d had her, and now she was gone.

All gone.

Because of me.

Maybe everyone was right all along. Maybe I had been a fool to believe that we were made for each other. We were from different worlds. Everyone was against us: my family, her family. It was too much.

“Nic?”

I opened my eyes to a soft voice and gazed into Kristie’s worried eyes. “I heard about what happened with Mandi’s mom.”

“Yeah.” My eyes drifted down. I couldn’t even face the one friend I had left. “Have you seen Mandi?”

“She called me yesterday. She told me why she wouldn’t be on campus this week.” She sat down beside me.

“Did she tell you anything else?”

“About what?”

Man, it really was over. I wasn’t even an afterthought for Mandi. “You don’t know? She broke up with me.”

“She did? I’m confused.” Her brow furrowed. “She asked me about you and whether I’d seen you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I went to your dorm room to look for you. She wanted me to check in on you.”

“She still cares for me,” I said under my breath, disbelieving.

“Of course she does. I think it’s amazing that you two can still be together after what your mother did. What you two have is the real thing if you can survive all that.”

“She told you what Mother did to Mrs. Ruiz?”

“Your mother did something to Mrs. Ruiz?”

I blinked, confused, and wondered if Kristie had taken a little too much of her prescription medication. She tended to get a little strange when she did that.

“What are you talking about, Kristie?”

“You know, your mother sneaking into one of the talent show rehearsals last...spring...Crap!” Her voice faltered when she realized I didn’t have a clue about what she was talking about. Quickly, she looked away and dug into her backpack, shuffling books around. “Uh, you know, I just remembered I have to return a couple of books to the library.”

“Kristie,” I warned, “what are you hiding from me?”

She gazed up, her blue eyes wide. “Don’t make me tell you. I promised Mandi I wouldn’t, and I don’t want to lose Mandi as my friend.”

“I’m your friend too, aren’t I?”

“Yes,” she squeaked.

“Well...”

“I can’t say.” She leaped to her feet. “You can talk to Mandi about it.”

“I don’t think she wants to see me.”

“Don’t be silly. I think she’s just really busy dealing with everything. Why else would she send Juan to get you?”

“Juan’s here?”

“I think it was him. I only met him once last spring, and he looks a little different. But it sure did look like him. He was sitting on a motorcycle in the parking lot outside the dorms. ”

It was strange that Juan would be here for me. The kid hated my guts. And he must’ve borrowed Julian’s motorcycle to get here—another guy who hated me. Juan did whatever Julian told him to do. And the only way Julian would let him use his ride was if Mandi asked him to.

I bolted out of my seat, excited. Mandi was looking for me. I’d been running between the quad and classes all day and hadn’t checked my messages on my answering machine.

“Thank you!” I kissed Kristie on the cheek. “You’re the best friend ever!”

“You’re welcome.” She laughed as I sped off to my dorm room.

As I rushed through the parking lot, I didn’t see any sign of Juan or the motorcycle. I pounded on the elevator button, hating that the elevator was so slow today of all days. Why in the hell had I thought it would be a good idea to have a suite on the top floor?

“Screw this,” I muttered and headed for the stairs. I sprinted up, pausing halfway to catch my breath and wondered whether I should just head straight to the Ruiz’s. I had no way of being sure if she was there. Maybe that’s why she had sent Juan over. My feet slammed against the stairs, echoing in the empty stairwell as I ran up the remaining flights. Excitement about the possible message waiting for me won over the stitch in my side. Finally reaching the top, I flew down the hall and blew the door open. Panting, I ran to the machine and my heart dropped when I spotted the steady red light.

“Dominic.”

I whirled around. I must’ve turned too fast and was in desperate need of oxygen because I swore I saw my father sitting in the kitchen. Wiping the sweat off my brow, I blinked and my vision refocused.

Nope. It was him.

Father looked oddly out of place with his pressed suit and tie. Whatever he was up to, I didn’t care. I would deal with him later. My only focus was finding Mandi.

“If you’ll excuse me, Father, I’m a bit busy right now.” I picked up the phone’s receiver, checking to see if it was working. Mandi would’ve called if she was looking for me. Maybe the electricity went out in the building and reset the answering machine.

“She didn’t call. And I highly doubt she will.”

A chill went down my spine at the confidence in his voice. The receiver slipped out of my hand. “What did you do?”

“It’s not what I did. It’s what
you
are going to do, Dominic.”

Slowly, his lips curled into a knowing smile.

W
hen I was little, I thought my father was a superhero. Everywhere he went, people gazed at him in awe. He was strong, tall, and handsome. His mere presence commanded respect. He’d simply enter a room and a hush would fall over it in silent reverence. It wasn’t until I was older that I recognized the difference between fear and respect. And now Father sat at the kitchen table, casually drinking an iced tea, with his game face on. It was the same game face he’d had on when he’d first taught me to play chess when I was seven. I still remember the words he’d barked at me over and over again until I could barely see the board through teary eyes. “Protect your pieces. Watch your opponents carefully. You’re a Marcelli! Find your opponent’s weaknesses and crush them.”

I wasn’t that scared little seven-year-old boy anymore, and his tactics weren’t going to work on me. He might still scare the university faculty with that game face of his, but not me. I wasn’t afraid of him, and there was no way in hell I’d even come close to
ever
respecting him.

“How did you know?” My voice was a low rumble.

He pushed his tea aside and settled back into his chair, tenting his thick fingers. “I’ve known since your senior year of high school.”

I balked as his words punched the wind out of me.

“Don’t looked so surprised, Dominic. It’s not becoming of a Marcelli. The day you came home soaking wet with that silly grin on your face, I had our private investigator look in on Ms. Ruiz and her family.”

“You...you knew all this time?” My voice shook. “Then why now? Why did you turn her mother in now?”

“We Marcelli men have our...needs. It was my unfortunate miscalculation that you’d fulfill your needs with her as you’ve done in the past with others. I let it go on far too long. I was too lenient with you. That stops today!” He slammed his hand on the table. “You need to learn how to get ahead in the world and what move is to your advantage.

“Now, Ms. Ruiz brought out the best in you your senior year. I’ll give her that. But your refusal to go to the best college in the country and to be among those who could advance your career is irresponsible and it has to be rectified immediately. Don’t you remember what I taught you? Know what your pieces are worth. Control the center.”

“This is not a game!” I couldn’t believe my ears. How could he manipulate people like this? I looked at my father, wondering how I could have ever wanted his approval. To be like him would be like becoming Satan himself. “You took away someone’s mother. You traumatized children!”

“A misfortunate side effect.” He waved a hand, dismissing my words. “The sheriff’s deputy got a little bit too cocky. No harm done. They’re young. In a few years, they won’t remember it. And when you’re gone, Ms. Ruiz will move on too. I’m sure she’ll be upset for a while. After all, she’ll be losing you. But I hear this Mr. Julian Fuentes is someone she can rely on.”

“Asshole!” I lunged at him. In one swift movement, I latched on to the lapel of his suit, heaving him up. The chair clattered on the floor as I brought him within inches of my face. “Get the hell out! I don’t ever want to see you again.”

Nostrils flaring, he snatched my hand off his chest, shoving me off him. “You will show me the respect due to me. I am your father and you will listen.”

“Respect? Respect!” I barked a laugh. “I’ll never respect you. Now get out! I’ve heard enough from you. You are no father of mine!”

“Oh, but I am. And your little tirade will not erase that.” He smoothed his hair and straightened his tie. “Remember, I am a Marcelli and we Marcellis have a lot of power. And I would think that you’d want someone in my position on your side.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I can fulfill Ms. Ruiz’s heart’s desire. I can get her mother out of that detention center. And I can make it so that her mother will never have to worry about being in that situation again.”

The room grew still. It was so quiet I could hear the blood whooshing through my head. I stared into my father’s confident expression, and my heart sank. The old man had known the moment I’d stepped through the door exactly what I was going to do. I swallowed, wondering the price I would have to pay the devil.

“What do you want?”

A wave of nausea swept over me when he smiled. “You’ll transfer to Princeton, and you’ll pack your bags. Today. I have a private jet waiting in Austin. All the arrangements have been made.”

“Okay. I’ll pack right now.” I dashed toward my bedroom before he could make more demands. I could make this work. Maybe I could fly back once a month to visit Mandi. Maybe more if I said I was visiting Mother. Not that I could stand to see her face again after what she’d done, but I’d do it if it meant being able to see Mandi.