“It’s a family rule that we don’t spend Christmas with women beaters, Sharon. Your daughter is my family now.” Klaus grabs my hand in his like we’re presenting a united front. “You literally murdered someone on Christmas,” I snap. Staring at Richard’s corpse, then my bound and crying mother, and finally the crazy fuck I’ve chosen not to try to escape from. “I still don’t beat women.” His face pinches like I’ve really pissed him off this time. “Now eat your fucking eggs. You have a lot of presents to open.” He turns to my sobbing mother with a broad smile. “Don’t worry, Mom, I picked some nice
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