“Who?” I snap.
“Me…my sister?”
My brother has had a tracker on her for years, and she’s concerned about me screwing someone else? “Are you serious?” I snort.
“Don’t do that.” She shakes her head. “Make me sound crazy.”
“The fact that you think I’d cheat on you is crazy,” I shout.
“You thought she was me,” she screams, slamming her hands into my chest. “You buried her thinking it was me. You almost committed suicide because you thought I died.” Angry tears fill her pretty green eyes. “So…did you fuck her thinking it was me?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Adam did.” She crosses her arms over her chest.
“I’m not fucking Adam,” I growl, but I couldn’t be happier that he has never fucked my girl.
The door opens behind me, and Devin enters, cutting off our argument.
I stand in our office behind Saint’s desk with my hands shoved into the pockets of my jeans, staring out the wall of windows.
The sound of the door opening has me stiffening. I’m really not in the mood right now to deal with anyone. After Devin removed Eve’s tracker, I had to be alone. This is where I found myself.
“Adam left,” comes a woman’s voice that makes my skin crawl. It furthers my point that I’m in a sour mood.
Looking down over the circle drive, I see Adam walking down the steps with the brunette from the motel. Missy was her name? I snort. I’m sure it’s fake, along with everything else that has to do with him.
“When will he be back?” she goes on.
“If we’re lucky, never.”
“Kash,” she sighs, “he’s your brother.”
“That means nothing to me,” I say honestly. He’s gone too far this time. I can’t forgive him. If that makes me a horrible person, then so be it.
“It should,” she argues.
I turn around and look at Ashtyn. She’s been crying. I can see the streaks down her face, and it annoys me even more. “Tell that to Eve.”
“Hmm?” She frowns. “Tell her what?”
“Go and tell her that she should forgive Garrett because he’s her father.”
Her frown deepens. She wanted to talk to me. I’ll talk.
“He raped her.”
Her face pales, and she drops her eyes to the floor.
“Your father raped her. Mine raped her. Saint’s raped her. For years, her father let all of them rape her. A child. So, again…go tell my wife that she should forgive her father because he’s her dad and see what her response is.”
Wrapping her arms around herself, she remains silent.
“That’s why she tried to commit suicide…the one that ended up costing her the baby. In case you were wondering.” She looks up at me through her lashes. “Because there was a possibility that she was pregnant by her father. The same man who told her if it was a girl, he would allow them all to rape her too. If it was a boy, he’d force him to rape his own mother.”
She sniffs, and I want to roll my eyes but refrain. I don’t think she feels bad for Everett. Or hell, maybe I’m just a piece of shit and she does, but I don’t care. I know what she said to my wife. About killing her child and no longer being able to have kids. Funny enough, it was Saint who told me. He was worried about Eve’s mental state after what his wife said to mine.
I’m usually not this heartless, but I’ve reached my limit.
