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“Like family to me.” Has to be the most overused term in history. Family. Six letters, one meaning, but double-sided. Family could be the reason why you trust someone, or it can be the reason why you’d never trust anyone again.
The wind is whipping through my hair, drying the tears that keep falling down my cheeks. My life is fucked. I’m ruined. I wish I could go back to all those years ago and stop him from leaving. I wish he cared enough to not have left me in the first place. Pain tightens its steel fist around the organs of my heart and squeezes.
Those are boots, not loafers. Before I can stand, Royce is meeting me face-to-face, his eyes searching mine. “What are you doing, Duchess?”
His hand comes to my chin, turning my head to face him. My jaw is set, my eyes faded.
His other hand comes up behind my neck, pulling my face closer to his. “Fucking stop pulling away from me then.” My lips drop to his and he opens slightly, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. I deepen the kiss, bringing him closer, his hips meeting the inside of my thighs.
I gulp, my eyes falling down his body. Judging by the fact that Storm is too lean and Orson too tall, I’m gathering it was him and Royce who I had sex with the first night. Oh god. I fucked my foster brother without even realizing.
but with the numbers 2000 tattooed over his chest. My heart short circuits when I see the numbers—my numbers—the year I was born, painted into his skin with the same graffiti font he used to splash over Orson’s rock when we were kids.
“You’re mine, Duchess. In every fucking way that is possible for a woman to be owned by a man. You’re mine.”
“Baby!” Royce yells from behind me. I spin around, eyes wide. “What?” He tosses a basketball at me and I catch it with a thud as he takes long strides toward me. My fingers twitch over a lump that’s taped to the ball. I still, my stomach dropping to the ground when I see the white gold diamond ring that’s glistening against the burned orange sun.
I will love this man for the rest of my life, and when we both finally die, our souls will continue to find each other wherever we end up. Because you can’t fuck with fate.
