I'm not sure I'm even breathing right now.
"Your father figured out it was me who orchestrated everything, so he tried to kill me. I let him kidnap me and lock me in his basement, which I found funny that he would do the same as his friend."
Bile rises in my throat. The thought of my father touching Sebastian is a nightmare I never knew could exist, yet it's a nightmare that came true.
"I didn't let him hurt me. Well, not a lot. I tried to kill him, but he got away because he had friends whom I needed to take down first. The next two years I spent hunting down your father and doing my best to block his every attempt to contact you and tell you the truth."
It feels like all the air has left my lungs.
Fuck the lies, manipulation, the supposed cheating, and all the pain I went through.
Just the knowledge that my boy was in my father's hands makes me want to destroy the whole damn world.
"Did you kill him?" I ask.
"Yes," he says without remorse. "The second I killed him, I came back to you."
"Good."
And just like that, something snaps inside me. Sebastian, my boy, decided I'm his years ago. He manipulated, stalked, lied, orchestrated, patiently waited, and killed, till he could claim what was always his. And deep down, every part of me knows I've always been meant to be his. Just like he's always been meant to be mine.
Not only that, but he killed my father, the man whom I despised with every cell of my body.
My vision goes black as I'm overwhelmed by emotions. Madness, lust, need, possessiveness, obsession, and devotion. The last thread holding the beast inside me snaps.
This is the first time I face our darkness head on.
Sebastian's love is feral devotion dressed in sunshine. It's both, not one or the other. He'll giggle in my lap and also plan the logistics of keeping me if I try to leave. Or plan the murder of someone who pissed me off or hurt me.
My love is a sanctuary with teeth. I'm a protector, owner, and worshipper. My love comes with gentle and rough touches, structure, rules, but also possession, a need to be my boy's only focus, and darkness that loves to dance with Sebastian's.
With this clarity in mind, I grab my keys and head to the door.
"Where are you?" I say.
"In my apartment," my boy whispers.
"Wait for me there," I command, and I hung up the phone.
I need to get to my boy, show him he's mine, unleash this beast under my skin, and all the love I'm feeling. But first, there's something I need to grab before claiming my boy forever.
Chapter thirty-nine
Sebastian
Ifeel numb.
Numb is good. Yes. It's good.
Ryker and Malakai brought me home. They offered to stay the night, but I refused and threatened bodily damage when they kept insisting. Eventually, they accepted they wouldn't win and left.
When I saw Daddy's name flash on my phone, my heart almost stopped. When I heard him call memy boy, I was ready to sob until my lungs gave out. But I held myself together and told him everything.
The truths are out now. All of them.
There's a tiny hope inside me that Daddy will still choose me. The bigger part of me… knows he won't. And it hurts in a way nothing ever has.
I wait for my Daddy, sitting on the bed and staring at the wall. Time blurs. I don't know how long has passed before the doorbell rings. I run, fling the door open, and freeze.
