Beautiful Devils (Filthy Wicked Psychos, #2)

by Eva Ashwood

“Everything I ever did was for you. Everything I did was to try to keep a roof over our heads and food in the fridge. I don’t know why you hate me so much for that. For trying to take care of you.” It’s the same song and dance, and I try to harden my heart against it. Every time I get close to cutting her off or telling her we’re done, she comes up with some way to keep me here. To keep me thinking that she cares about me and she’s done all of this for me instead of her own selfish ends. “Stop lying!” I shout. “Just for once, stop lying to me. Olivia offered to pay for your rehab. What about that? What about how you said you were going to get clean?” She rolls her eyes, resting her hands on her hips. “I told her no. I don’t need some hoity toity bitch who doesn’t know the first thing about me telling me what I have to do. She could’ve just given me the money and I would have used it to get clean. But I’m not going to be treated like a child.” My hands curl into fists at my sides, and I can hear the blood rushing in my head. “You always have an excuse, don’t you?” I whisper, my eyes burning. “So many fucking excuses. So much bullshit. People try to help you, and you throw it back in their faces.” “Don’t talk to me like that.” Misty scowls. “I’m still your mother.” “God, stop! Just stop it. I’ve given you so many chances. Even after everything you’ve done! You’ve lied to me, you’ve stolen from me, you’ve let me get hurt. But I’m always fucking there for you! When you’re pass...