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“Shh, hon. I promise you’ll enjoy it.” She jerks him a few more times. “See, you’re hard already.” “Grace…” He gulps, red blotching his entire body. “I don’t think I like sex…please stop…” “Nonsense, honey. Everyone likes sex.” She strokes his hair and then whispers, “You don’t want to be seen as a freak compared to your brother, do you, Bran? Your mum and dad would be so disappointed.”
After she’s done signing it per my order, she releases a choppy breath as if she’s run a marathon. Landon reads her letter and then puts it in front of her again. “Ask him for forgiveness. Ask Mum for forgiveness for breaking her trust. Write about how you know nothing you can say can forgive what you’ve done, but you’ve been tortured for years and have never forgiven yourself for it.”
I bring out my knife first and slash her wrist so deep, blood explodes onto my face. “That’s for every drop of blood he shed over the years, for every time he looked in the mirror and hated his reflection because of you.” Landon cuts her other wrist. “This is for putting your hands on him and driving him to the fucking edge. You better wait for me in hell, bitch. I’ll fucking murder you all over again.”
My brother stops at the door. “One more thing.” “Yeah?” “Please tell me you top the motherfucker.” I let my lips curve into a smile as I shake my head. Lan’s face falls and he looks like he’s on the verge of a heart attack. “Bloody fucking hell!” He throws the door open and then shouts, “Nikolai, you fucking wank, come here.”
“Does that mean you’re mine now?” “I think I always have been.” “Thank you for coming back to me, baby.” “Thank you for never giving up on me, Niko.”
I continue laughing even as I look in the mirror. Because for the first time, I don’t see a lonely boy there. I don’t even see the healing twenty-four-year-old version of me. For the first time, I don’t see the past or the present. I see my future with the most infuriating enigma. The most chaotic person on earth. And the love of my fucking life.
It’s the one painting he couldn’t finish all those years ago. The one where I’m standing and he’s leaning against my shoulder. He finally managed to draw his own face, and this time, he’s fucking smiling. Never giving that painting up. Will probably have to put a request in my will to bury it with me so that when I meet Satan, I can tell him all about my lotus flower.
“You did such an awesome job. Man. Now, I don’t know which one I want on my lock screen. What do you think…?” I trail off when I face my lotus flower and he’s on one fucking knee. What the…? “That scene was our beginning, as unglamorous as it was. No matter how scared I was of you and everything you presented, I wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re the purest, most passionate soul I’ve ever met. You loved me when I didn’t even like myself. You held me together when I was falling apart and helped me put myself back together one piece at a time until I became the man I am today.” He reaches
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