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“Turn off the water,” I told Will. “Let’s go to bed.”
CHAPTER 30
That was everything I wanted in this moment. Them safe, Damon to know I was rooted at his side, and Will to know he was ours. We claimed him, and we wouldn’t let him fall.
Him forever.
“He says I can’t fuck you,” he whispered in my ear. “But you’re going to feel my dick tonight, Winter.”
Needing the connection.
I hugged my arms to my chest as Damon held one of his over me, and now that we were all calm, I waited for the guilt to come.
But it didn’t. At least not yet.
“Put their mouths on me,” he replied. “Down there.”
Omg
His mother and what she did to him. He didn’t like that, and the reason had to do with her.
“I didn’t even think about it until it was over,” he whispered. “It was like she wasn’t here. It was just you.”
“I love you,”
between my legs again. “I love you,” he whispered over my lips again.
Out of all the colors, I liked red the best.
CHAPTER 31
All three of us.
So much pain and disappointment. I was a little bit scared, but I knew they were, too.
It was Damon’s. The one he wore in high school, and the one he had in the fountain when we were kids.
And then a memory flashed—I’d taken this out of my hair. Why did I give this to him?
“I’m thinking . . . I understand,” she told me. “And you don’t need to explain yourself to me.”
Tell heraboutkai
People come together. So . . . “You and Michael and . . . ?”
“So believe me when I say I understand,” she explained. “Men don’t feel ashamed for enjoying sex on their terms. You shouldn’t either.”
“Yes,” I replied. “No . . . I don’t know. I’ve been angry for so long. But I love him.”
But I didn’t want to ever be without him, so in reality . . . There was never a question of forgiving him.
“Call Banks and Kai,”
Yeah where is my girl
He knelt down, coming down to my level. “If you don’t hate me, don’t hate her,” he said. “I had info she needed, and she had what I needed. She regretted giving it to me almost immediately.”
“They were safe here, I guess. I didn’t want to leave them at my house when I knew I was going to jail.”
He lied to me. He shouldn’t have done it, and he paid the price.
Maybe on those nights, sneaking into my house and taking me on adventures, he was the real Damon Torrance.
CHAPTER 32
“Ugh, what the fuck?” I said, wincing as I sucked a drag off my cigarette and watched Banks clean my wound.
AHHHHHHH IVE MISSED MY GIRL
He could talk to her. Just not like that.
“That’s not how we’re doing things,” I said. “That’s not your life anymore.”
I smiled. She wore a blindfold of sheer red fabric. I could still see her eyes, but it was the perfect mask, because it didn’t hinder her other senses, which she used to see the world.
Winter gripped my jacket behind me, and I felt her forehead touch my back, reminding me that she was here.
“You let it happen,” I bit out, stepping forward again and then stopping. “You let her do those things to me.”
“Spare me your whines,” he retorted. “A little pussy is what every growing boy needs.”
“Banks is more of a son than you ever were,” he went on. “I really should’ve known better. That kid was born in the gutter. Strength comes from trial. You only ever indulged. You get that weakness from your mother.”
“Banks . . .” I said under my breath. “Is my sole heir,” he finished. “I changed my will last year. She’s responsible, hardworking, and intelligent. She won’t drive my life’s work into the ground. If you’re good and get back in line, I’ll change it back.”
“It’s kind of ironic, actually,” he went on. “That I put all of my faith and energy into you for so long, believing a daughter could never be what a son could be, and as of right now, it looks like your sisters will be the ones with the real power in Thunder Bay. Not you.”
I only had one sister.
Rika
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“Oh, I wish,” he shot out, smiling to himself. “But no, Erika is a Fane.”
They were my sisters, but Erika wasn’t my father’s. So that meant . . .
“Natalya Delova was my mother,” I maintained. “I look just like her.” “Be that as it may, you didn’t come from her cunt,” he said.
“They ended up staying in Thunder Bay,” my father went on. “Probably to be close to you.”
She wasn’t my mother in his eyes.
“I found out she and her husband were planning on telling you the truth as soon as you turned eighteen. So I took care of Schraeder. With a little help, of course.”
I glanced back at Rika, seeing her brow furrowed as she probably wondered what we were talking about. None of my friends could hear us.
I could’ve had a different life. Christiane would’ve been different. I would’ve had good parents.
