Taming 7 (Boys of Tommen, #5)

by Chloe Walsh

If I could sew this girl to my skin without causing her an ounce of harm, then I would do it in a heartbeat. That’s how vital she was to my life. How essential she was to my existence. If drugs were to Joey Lynch what Claire Biggs was to me, then there was no amount of rehab that could sway me to kick the habit. Because she was the habit of my lifetime.

From as far back as I could remember, my mind had always been very clear about three things. One: Hugh was my brother. Two: Bethany was my sister. Three: Claire was mine.

Gibsie belonged to the rest of the world. Gerard belonged just to me.

“My little snuckle-bunny.” “Why thank you very much”—she paused to hiccup—“my little spud monkey.”

“What’s wrong?” Dad demanded, appearing on the patio. “Jesus, I could hear you screaming from the attic.” “I killed Gerard with my hymen, Daddy!” I wailed, throwing the bloodstained duvet at his feet.

After all, taming 7 had been the adventure of my lifetime.