I already know.
Cill
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I didn’t just tell Finn that I sent the info to The Ruin, I didn’t tell him shit and as far as I’m concerned, I don’t owe it to him. I don’t owe anything more to Cavanaugh Crest than I already gave. He’ll make assumptions maybe, ask questions and possibly put the pieces together. But the old man will be fine without me. Just like he was for the four years I was away. The thing about prison is that you learn to keep your mouth shut, and I did. I spent four fucking years locked away. My best friend and the love of my life lived in hell, and my father was murdered.
But that’s all over now. We’re on the other side of the country, with sunny skies and an open road. Nobody out here knows what I did. Nobody’s ever going to know, except the two people in the car with me. They’re the only ones that matter.
A club can be a family, if you let it. But when push comes to shove, you learn who your real family is. My hellcat’s mine. I’ll spend the rest of my life giving her what she needs, which is both of us.
The ocean comes into view as we pull off the freeway. “There it is, Hellcat. The Pacific Ocean.”
She leans up between the front seats to look. It’s a sight to see. Something about all those waves in the sun. This is why I’ll never tell her no.
“Is it everything you ever dreamed of?” I say, joking.
Kat turns her head and kisses my cheek. “I never dream of the ocean,” she says. “All I ever dream about is you.” She settles down, biting her bottom lip as she peeks at Reed, a blush creeping up her cheeks, “And you.”
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This “the end”
