"Please keep him out of trouble," I said to Kaiden as he walked me to the front door.

I didn't need him to do any more damage than he had already done. Who knows if I would even get out of the mess he had already created. I felt like I was getting a head ache and I rubbed the back of my neck.

"I will. Promise me you will be careful with Angel," Kaiden warned. "I know you trust him and don't think he is capable of being deceitful but I know him better than most people. And I trust my gut. He is up to something."

I turned to face my brother. "Angel wouldn't do something underhanded like that. I don't know why you think he would use me."

It was like we were talking about two different people.

"You think you know everything about Angel but you don't."

Why was he being so cagey?

"Fine. Tell me something I don't know about him."

Come on. I had known him practically my whole life, there wasn't anything my brother could tell me that I didn't already know about him.

My brother studied me for a few moments.

"He had a brother."

I frowned. There was no way that could be true. A brother.

"A brother?" I echoed, in disbelief.

Kaiden nodded. "Yeah."

A brother.

"That's not possible." I couldn't believe it.

How on Earth did I not know this?

"Ask him about it."

I was married to him for goodness sake, I had grown up with him. How did I not know he had a brother?

"I will." My confidence in Angel was shaken, allowing the doubts my brother was raising to take hold with more substance that before.

My brother touched my arm and my eyes lifted to meet his. "If you need anything you can call me anytime, night or day. I don't want you to feel like you're in this alone because you aren't."

I nodded. "Thanks," I murmured.

When I left the apartment with Jack beside me, my mind was still reeling. How could I not know that Angel had a sibling? It was mind blowing that I didn't not know that very important detail and it made question how well I knew Angel at all. How much older had his brother been?

I searched through all the memories I had of Angel trying to see some hint of what my brother had revealed and I came up with nothing to substantiate his information.

When I got back to the house I had made my mind up to confront my new husband but I couldn't find him anywhere. I was going to give him the chance to tell me before I did anything like search it up on the internet.

My mind sank down into the doubt that I had managed to keep from taking over up to this point. I had brushed my brother's concerns off as nothing but what if they weren't.

I didn't like how the uncertainty made me feel. It was made worse by the fact that I was in love with him. Now there was a chance I was hopelessly in love with someone who was using me and that made me feel worse than the thought of him not being able to love him.

All the uncertainty made me go up to the room where Angel had kept my boxes. Maybe this was as good as any time to go through them. I wasn't just after the memories they held I hoped I would find something in the stuff that my mother had kept that might shed some more light on the death of Angel's brother.

Just that morning I had felt secure and confident in my choice and just hours later I wasn't. What if my brother was right, what if Angel had only used me for a reason I didn't know. I wasn't sure my fragile heart could take that type of betrayal after everything I had been through.

I sat down on the bedroom floor and began to search through the boxes. A lot of them contained stuff from my bedroom but I didn't find the one I was looking until I found the box with all of my mother's things I had kept.

There were journals, jewelry, and some of her clothes I hadn't been able to let go of. I breathed the familiar sent of her from her clothes and allowed myself to drift off to a time where I could hear her voice, see her smile and bask in her love.

But as the memory faded, the warmth turned and cold. I felt alone as I picked up her journals. I had never got to a stage where I had been able to touch any of her things without feeling the pain of her passing. I had never read a word from her journals and I wasn't even sure if I was in place to do it now.

Could I read through all her hopes and dreams knowing the final tragic outcome of her life? My heart fell. I let out a long breath, but new deep inside I was no where near ready. I would have to get the information I wanted either from my husband, or if he wouldn't tell me I would have to find other avenues to appease my curiosity.

Cross legged on the floor with my mother's journals piled up around me I tried to think of a good enough reason for why Angel had never told me about this brother and the only reason I could come up with was that it hurt too much to talk about him.

I bet it hurt him as much as it hurt to talk about my mother. I rarely talked about her, even if she wasn't far from my daily thoughts.

"You're busy," Angel's voice pulled me out of my head where I had been consumed by thoughts of my mother and her passing.

"I'm not sure I've been that productive," I said, getting to my feet. All I had really done was unpack some things.

He remained in the doorway. "You taking a trip down memory lane?" His eyes on the books piled on the floor.

"I have to unpack them sometime," I sighed, feeling overwhelmed already.

"There's no rush," he said, watching me. He walked over to me to kiss me briefly on the mouth and put an arm around me to pull me close.

I allowed myself to sink into his strength for a moment before I remembered what my brother had revealed.

I moved to face him. Here was my chance to find out more about the brother I never knew had existed. "I didn't know you had a brother."

His features stilled and any warmth vanished. I watched as his features shuttered leaving me unable to read emotion from his face.

"Who told you?" His tone terse.

I shrugged. "What does it matter?"

My brother was already on his bad side there was no reason to make it worse.

His jaw tensed.

"Why don't you ever talk about him?" In fact no one had ever mentioned him to me before and I found that very strange.

"Do you like to talk about your mother?" he asked.

I shrugged. "At least people know I had one."

"There is nothing to talk about." He was ending the conversation without telling me anything.

It increased the fear that somehow my brother was right and Angel had other reasons for marrying me.

"I want to know about him." I tried to reach for his hand but he stepped back.

"I don't talk about him." His words had a finality to them that I wasn't prepared to accept.

Perhaps if I knew more about it, it would make me understand him better. But Angel wasn't the type of person you could push to share things he didn't want to share.

"Is that why you were so good with me when my mom died? Was it because you understood what it felt like to lose someone you were close to?" I was trying to reach him but his stone like features made it difficult to read if it was working or I was just wasting my time.

"There is nothing to talk about Kira. He died and that's all there is to it."

He turned and left me watching him walk away. I didn't even know his name, or how old he was when he passed or what happened to him.

I had tried to get the information I wanted from him but he didn't want to talk about so that left me with no alternative but to see out what I wanted to know from other sources.

The only other person who might be able to reveal something would be Maria. She had worked for the family for so long, if there was anyone who knew anything she would be the person to ask.

Then I felt bad for snooping around to find out things Angel didn't want to tell me. But I argued that it would help me understand him better and ultimately bring us closer together.

There were more advantages to knowing the truth of what happened to Angel's brother than disadvantages.