Vehemence coats my every word, and I hope she’s ready for what’s coming next. I reach over and grab my shorts off the floor. I’m buttoning them when the bedroom door flies open and Creighton Karas stalks in.
I snag Greer’s dress and toss it to her on the bed before turning to face Karas.
“Get the hell out of here until your sister has a chance to get dressed.”
“Don’t fucking talk to me like that, boy. You’re gone. Done. One-way ticket back to Hollywood and out of her life.”
“Crey, what the hell are you doing here?” Greer asks as she tugs the dress over her sheet-covered body. “You were so not invited on this trip, and it was your idea that we lay low, so we’re laying low. You can’t storm in here and start yelling like a crazy person.”
“That was before I knew who he really was.” Karas looks from his sister to me, and then he starts dropping the bombs. “You’ve been following her for years.”
“It’s not what it seems like, Crey. I knew him before and—”
“Because he was assigned to follow you. Not get close to you, just fucking follow you.”
My eyes are on Greer and the confusion branding her features.
“What?” Her voice is barely audible.
Karas speaks again, but I never take my gaze off her. “Three years ago, you were a job, Greer. His fucking job for the family. He’s one of the men Dominic Casso had protecting you without our knowledge.”
Confusion turns to understanding as the pieces click together in her clever brain. “The mob? That family?”
My entire body tenses as I wait for her full reaction.
“Yes, the mob.” Karas takes another step closer. “He’s done nothing but lie to you since the first day you met him.”
“That’s a fucking lie in itself.” My tone comes out just as strong as his.
Karas’s eyes are hard. “Fuck if it isn’t. Why don’t you tell her your real name, Cav. Because it sure as hell isn’t Cavanaugh Westman.”
A sound escapes from Greer’s lips, and my attention jumps back to her.
“What?” All the happiness and easiness that had become her second nature in this house evaporate, leaving her looking shattered.
There’s nothing I can do now but admit the truth. “My name is Cavanaugh Casso.”
“Does that mean—” Greer’s too fucking quick for her own good, and her brother—her half brother, if we’re going to be accurate, because Greer and Creighton only share a mother—is all too happy to deliver the final blow to the trust we’ve regained.
“He’s my fucking half brother. Dominic Casso is his father and mine.”