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It’s over. It’s been over for two years. He’s wrong. If it was over, then what the hell has this entire trip been? The sex. The kiss. The need to hold me. We aren’t done.
I once drew what I assumed our daughter would look like – my most prized possession.
“I choose who I love, and I choose you”.
She knows I’m here – she wants me to save her.
When Stacey gets excited and jumps around, they copy. When she sleeps, so do they. When she cries during a movie or after watching a video on her phone, they cuddle into her for emotional support. When it’s time for bed, they wait for her to finish brushing her teeth and washing her face before climbing in with us. Yep. They definitely love her more.
I rub my face. “Please stop, Stacey.” But she doesn’t. “Fuck, my ears feel assaulted,”
“Because I love you. I’ve been in love with you for ages – it’s been all I’ve thought about. And I keep falling more in love with you every single fucking day.”
She claims to have softened me, but that’s impossible – I’m always hard.
“Make them go away, Freckles.” “Make what go away?” I manage to ask. “The voices.”
We were each other’s firsts for everything, so sue me for trying to take her ass virginity too.
My head snaps into a slant as she tips her head back and opens her mouth, tongue out, and I watch as she slides the fire stick into her mouth. She swallows the flame, and I blow out a heavy breath. That’s… new. And hot. I want her to do that with my dick.
“You cheated on me a month after we lost our daughter. Not with just anyone either. You screwed Jason. My big brother. No matter how many times we fuck, I will never ever fucking forgive you.”
“What’s wrong with Angelica?” “It just makes me think of the little girl in Rugrats.”
I wouldn’t even need to open my eyes while I dislocated his spinal cord from his fucking brain, ripped the spine out and shoved it down his wife’s throat until she choked and died.
I should have listened to her. I should have heard her out. I’m a fucking idiot.
I wipe my eyes again, regretting each word I’ve thrown at her over the years. I left her. I left her with a broken heart after being drugged and raped and abused, after losing our baby. Then her dad died two months later. She tried to contact me so many times, and I ignored her.
“Do not speak about any woman that way. Ever.” When I stare at him in silence, he continues speaking. “You need to hear her out, Kade. If you love her, let her explain.”
Look at me now, my little princess. Daddy’s gone, and he’s never coming back.
I fell head over heels for Kade Mitchell. My best friend’s brother.
I can ever forgive myself for never speaking out – Kade should’ve been told the real reason for our daughter’s death – I should have forced the information on him. Selfish – that’s what I was.