Breaking Through (The Breaking Series Book 3) (3 page)

Two minutes later, the song stopped and a spotlight fell on Leo.

He raised his microphone to his lips once again. “I got a second chance when my family and I moved to the United States three years and some months ago. At first, I thought it was a second chance at polo, but then, after I met you, Hannah—” Beside me, Hannah bit her lower lip, holding her breath. “—I realized it was a second chance at everything. A second chance at life. I didn’t even know I was looking for someone to share this new life with until I found you. I found you, and it was like my life was complete.” He took a deep breath. “
Morena,
I think I loved you the first time I saw you right outside this ranch.” He pointed to the road leading out, and we all followed his gesture with our eyes. “And I’m sure I love you more each day I am by your side.”

On cue, Bia, Gabi, and I pushed Hannah forward. Ri and Pedro jumped down from the stage, wound their arms around Hannah’s back, and lifted her. Leo was ready—he caught her outstretched hand and pulled her onto the stage.

Then, he did it.

Leo knelt in front of my sister, holding a black velvet box. “Hannah, my love, will you marry me?”

Eyes wide, Hannah’s hand flew to her mouth. We all waited with bated breath for her answer; although, she must have forgotten she was supposed to say something. Hannah stared from Leo to the ring and back at Leo, a couple of tears running down her cheeks.

“Say something!” Bia yelled.

That jerked her from her stupor. Hannah lowered her hands, revealing a big smile and nodded her head. “Yes!” she said in a confident, strong voice.

With a matching smile, Leo stood and embraced Hannah, burying his face in her neck. He spun her around once, twice, before setting her down and putting the ring on her finger.

Hannah stared at the ring on her hand for a few seconds before turning to us and wiggling her fingers. We all cheered and the real party started. Music was once again playing on the speakers. Leo and Hannah came down from the stage, and people lined up to congratulate the couple. Waiters distributed champagne and hors d’oeuvres. After greeting the happy couple, the guests started mingling and dancing.

A sudden panic bubbled inside me.

It was too much, too quick. Bodies close together, suggestive touches, loud giggling, and too many fake smiles. My eyes darted around and all I saw were the men, the guys at the party, grinning at their victims. After a moment, their faces blurred and become the face of only one man. Eric Bennett.

A shudder shook my body and I let out a deep breath.

“What a great surprise,” my mother said from behind me. I turned around and found my parents grinning at me. She handed me a champagne glass and clinked hers on mine. “Well done.”

I shrugged. “The only thing I had to do was come over this weekend and entertain Hannah while Leo and the guys set up everything.”

“The details don’t matter,” my father said. “We’re just glad it was memorable.”

“It was, wasn’t it?”

My mother tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. “Now it is your turn to find your prince charming.”

I rolled my eyes. “That again?”

“Joyce,” my father said, his tone almost reprimanding. “If she says she’s not ready, she’s not ready.”

“But it has been three years. Of course she’s ready.”

Oh my freaking God. “I think I see Bia calling me,” I said, turning around. I marched away before my mother could say anything else. Or maybe she did, I just wasn’t there to hear it.

I snaked through the crowd, nodding my head to the people who patted me and congratulated me on the engagement of my sister and for helping organize the surprise party. I almost flinched every time someone got too close, let alone touched me, but I swallowed the flinch, the disgust, the panic.

Even though the living room lights were on, I doubted there was someone inside my sister’s house right now. Even if there were, it was probably to use the bathroom or grab something in the kitchen. I could sneak up the stairs and hide in the guest room upstairs, or go to Hannah’s room and watch TV. I guess she would be occupied at the party for a little while—unless Leo got tired of dancing and wanted to enjoy his fiancée. Well, I had seen them sneak off at parties before. The guest room and my phone would do the trick.

I left my untouched champagne glass on a table and was about to climb the porch steps when Gabi’s hand closed around my wrist.

“There you are,” she said, pulling me to the side right into the Fernandes group standing by the end of a precarious bar set up along the porch.

Ricardo drank a beer with Lauren’s back resting against him, Pedro had his arm around Iris’s waist while they swayed to the beat of the music, and Garrett and Bia laughed at something Gui had said. Reese and Malcolm, players for the Knight House, were here too, talking to Gui, and Gabi danced among them all. We were just missing Leo and Hannah, who were still making the rounds and talking to everyone for a little bit.

I looked around, feeling too self-conscious to dance. I squeezed between the group, hoping to disappear. I raked my mind, trying to think of something to say to distract my mind so I wouldn’t panic over being among too many people.

“Tomorrow is Mother’s Day,” I said. Gabi looked at me. “Won’t your mother be mad at you that you’re so far away from her?”

Gabi’s perfect brows knitted. “Probably. But this isn’t the first time I’ve been away during a special date, and it certainly won’t be the last. Are you spending tomorrow with your mother?”

“Not sure if all day, but I’ll definitely have lunch with her.” I scanned the area, trying to find where my mother and father had gone. There were too many people here. It was impossible to find them from here. I returned my attention to Gabi. “And how’s polo?”

She shrugged. “The same. Women’s polo in Brazil is a joke. We spend weeks without any training, and there’s only one tournament a year.”

“That sucks,” I said, trying to be sympathetic. Not that I didn’t care. I did. It was just hard to focus on someone else’s problems when fear and panic flared up my spine every thirty seconds.

“It does.” Then, surprising me, Gabi leaned closed to me and whispered, “I see Reese stealing glances at you.”

“What?” I squeaked. “No.”

“Sure he is. You’re blind if you don’t see it.”

I glanced at Reese. He was talking to Gui and Malcolm. Garrett and Bia also participated in the conversation every now and then. Ten seconds in and the guy glanced at us. At me, actually. Okay, that could have been just him looking around. But another ten seconds, and he looked again and this time he held my stare. Oh-kay, not so subtle, were we? I turned to Gabi.

“Told you,” she whispered.

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply for a brief second. I could do this. The guy was even cute, I guess, so it wouldn’t be too hard. It shouldn’t be too hard. I could flirt a little.

Once more, I dared a peek at him. This time he was waiting, looking at me. When he saw me looking at him, he smiled. Gui noticed his friend’s reaction and followed his line of sight. Gui’s usual content expression became closed, and he slapped the guy’s chest with the back of his hand. He said something I couldn’t hear over the song, but the gesture was enough to make my courage go away, to make disgust and fear come back in full force.

“Excuse me,” I said before rushing away.

I darted inside Hannah’s house and hid in the guest bedroom. I lay on the bed, took my phone from my pocket, opened a reading app, and continued reading a romance novel about trust and redemption.

Chapter Two

Two hours later, the party was still full throttle, even though it was past midnight. It would be better if I left before I fell asleep. Not that Hannah would mind, but I preferred my own bed—especially since the dorm beds back at my school weren’t great and I missed my bedroom.

Not wanting to run into anyone—in case they asked me where I had been and what I had been doing—I went down the stairs step by step. Someone was exiting the first-floor bathroom, so I waited behind the stair’s wall until the person walked outside. I felt like a thief, or like a sneaking teenager, and to be honest, those two options were way better than the truth.

Quietly, I left through the kitchen’s door to the back, and stayed in the shadows of the backyard until I reached the side of the parking lot. Cars were parked side-by-side, lined up in long rows—and many of these cars were blocking others. Gosh, how many people had come tonight? Everyone drove his or her car? Thank goodness I had the foresight of parking near the outer road.

Along the first row of cars, nearest to the party, I saw Gui leaning on the hood of his black Jeep talking to a girl. I smiled. Of course, Gui was talking to a girl. When wasn’t he? When he was playing polo. Even then, girls flocked the field, drooling over him, waiting for the game to end.

I shook my head and continued walking to my car with my phone in my hand, the lantern app turned on, illuminating the way.

“Hey, girl,” a voice came from my right. A guy’s voice.

I froze for about three seconds before panic returned. In slow motion, I turned toward the voice. It was Lucas, a member of the country club and a polo player wannabe. I had never really talked to the guy, just seen him around and greeted him when it was called for.

That fact should have put me at ease. However, his eyes were glazed over, his movements sloppy, his steps wobbly, and the grin on his face sleazy. It put me on high alert. My heartbeat accelerated and my hands shook.

“H-have a good night,” I said, my voice sounding weak, but I didn’t think he noticed. Without waiting for a response, I walked on, hurrying my steps.

“Hilary, wait,” he called again. I didn’t stop this time, but I heard the gravel crushing under his shoes. He was following me.

I inhaled sharply and continued walking, fishing my car keys from my purse. I could already see my car at the end of the row. I just needed to keep going—

A hand closed around my elbow and jerked me back. I yelped.

“Hey, what’s the problem, girl?” Lucas asked, his grin still on.

“N-nothing.” I tried pulling my arm back, but his grasp was firm. “I was just leaving. You should go back to the party though.”

“I was leaving too,” he said. “Until I saw you. I thought to myself, why is that pretty little thing alone on a night like this? You shouldn’t be alone, Hilary. You’re too pretty to be alone.”

I yanked my arm free and took a step back. “I’m fine alone. If you’re looking for company, I’m sure there are plenty of interested girls at the party.”

He stepped closer, closing the gap I had created. “None of them is as pretty as you.”

“Well.” I glanced around, searching for something I could say that would save me. I knew this guy. At least, I thought I knew him. Just like I thought I had known Eric. A shudder ran down my spine and I stepped back again. “It’s a shame I have to leave now. It’s getting late and I need to be up early tomorrow.”

“Tell you what.” He took a step forward again. “How about you give me your number? Better yet, agree to go out with me tomorrow night.”

“I-I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Hey, don’t leave yet.” He reached out and grabbed my phone from my hands. “Here. I’ll enter my number for you.”

I extended my hand to him. “Give me back my phone. Please.”

“Just a second.” He messed with my phone. Damn it. It was probably unlocked because I had activated the lantern a couple of minutes ago. “Entering my number.”

“Please.” If he didn’t give me my phone back in thirty seconds, I would leave without it.

“Sending a text to me,” he narrated the steps. One second later, his phone beeped from his jeans’ pocket. “There! Now I have your number and I can call you tomorrow.” How he had typed the numbers right with the way his eyes seemed so out of focus, I had no idea.

Finally, he handed me my phone.

I closed my fingers around it as if it were a life jacket. “Okay,” I said, retreating. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, then.” I would probably delete his number as soon as I got out of here. Or I would simply not answer him tomorrow. However, right now, I was worried about getting away.

“Wait.” He caught up with me and grabbed one of my hands. “Until tomorrow, baby.” He kissed the top of hand, his lips too warm and too slobbery. I jerked my hand back, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he gave my hand another kiss, one inch higher. Then another, higher. And another higher.

My heart slammed against my rib cage. “Please,” I whispered, losing my voice to my fear. “L-let me go.”

Without releasing my hand, he wound his other arm around my waist and pulled me flush against him. “Not without a goodbye kiss.” He leaned over me, and I turned my face to the side so he wouldn’t kiss me on the lips.

My heart beat so fast, it hurt. My breathing came in small gasps, making me dizzy. I pushed against him. Was he too drunk that he didn’t realize what he was doing? For some reason, that made everything worse.

I closed my eyes to stop the desperate tears from falling. “Please, let me go,” I croaked in a raspy, desperate voice. Even if I were able to scream, nobody would be able to hear me over the music coming from the party.