Saving 6 (Boys of Tommen, #3)

by Chloe Walsh

“You’re so strange.” He threw his head back and laughed. “I love it.” “You mean you love me,” I teased, grinning up at him. “Yeah, Molloy.” His eyes burned with sincerity when he said, “That’s exactly what I mean.”

“Whatever you say, Mam.” She didn’t care. She didn’t give a damn about me. All I was good for was holding the fort. For carrying the burden. For taking the weight off her shoulders. She didn’t care, and that concept made me want to peel the skin from my bones. My own mother didn’t give a fuck about me. Hell, I didn’t give a fuck about me. But I cared about those kids that spent most of their lives cowering in their beds.

The strings that bonded us together, from my siblings’ hearts to mine, was so forceful that they kept me bound to this house.

I closed them over his fists and forced him to still. “Stop.” He was breathing hard, still laughing like a crazy person, as tears flowed down his cheeks. “Stop,” he mimicked my voice and then laughed harder. “Stop. Stop. Fucking stop!” His voice cracked and his expression caved. “Stop,” he whispered, shaking now, pushing his bloodied hands through his rain-soaked hair. “Make it stop.”