I’ll kill that bitch that seduced me and her son. Just take me back and I’ll make them disappear.
It can be like how it was before. You loved me, didn’t you?
I’ll kill you and our son if you don’t fucking answer me!
You are the singular reason I do what I do, Melinda.
Don’t get on my bad side.
I’m sorry. I was upset. I’d never hurt you or Slater.
Call me back, please.
Harry Hemlock
Slater, you’re my golden son.
You’re everything that bastard isn’t.
Why can’t you just talk to your father?
You know I had a part in making you, right? Don’t be disrespectful to that.
I’ll rid myself of my family so I can be with you guys and show you the attention I should’ve shown you all along.
Bram’s hands trembled. “These messages aren’t all of them. There are voicemails I don’t have. Oh, and I found another full bottle of whiskey in the room.”
My lips parted in surprise. As if his father wasn’t worrisome enough, there was more alcohol in the room? None of us would have brought alcohol in here. Especially not when Bram was doing everything he could to stay sober.
So, where the Fates did it come from?
“I’ve been a fucking mess, but…I wrote this for you.” He handed me a poem. “It helped calm my mind. I hope you like it.”
He wrote me a poem to calm himself down? My heart swelled with love for him in a way it always did with my mates.
“Thank you,” I murmured, glancing down to read it.
Fumbled words in a shot glass, I wobbled on droplets of bitter rum.
Each whisper mocking.
But your crimson eyes cut through the fog.
In your gaze, I saw a man.
Not the ghost I’d been for so long.
The poison in my veins tried to kill me,
but your soul lit up my recklessness and guided me to you.
Every sip I denied became a promise to you,
Every tremor of my hands became a chain broken.
No longer chasing numbness in the whiskey’s lies,
I found where true love resides.
