Parker
Some cultures want virgins.
My father’s cult sure did. I looked at my phone, not even daring to believe it. The missed call and the text message were both from the same number.
Unknown Number:Parker. This is your father. I’d like to meet you. I have things to discuss. Call me.
I pressed my teeth together so hard I thought my molars would crack.
What. The. Fuck. Why was he calling me?
I took the steps downstairs three at a time, quickly crossing the parking lot to my car. I sat in it, staring blankly out the window. I looked at the message again.
This cannot be happening.
My father, who had abused not just me but all of my brothers, wanted to see me. Why? And what the hell was I going to do about it?
What if he wants Sadie?
I forced myself to relax. There was no way he knew about Sadie. She was his type though—blond,a virgin. I punched the dashboard.
“Stop it. You’re being paranoid and crazy,” I growled to my reflection in the rearview mirror.
But what if I wasn’t? I needed to meet my father and see what exactly he wanted.
You should tell Garrett.
I would tell Garrett after I got my own information. Garrett would probably spook my father. Leif had never liked Garrett. After Greg, Hunter, and Remy had been kicked out with my older brothers and half brothers, my father would go on rants about the end of the world and how he was a prophet and the chosen one. He would always say that Garrett had the devil in him and that he should have fed him to the coyotes when he was a baby.
When I walked into the estate after driving around for several hours, trying to calm my thoughts, I was almost inclined to believe my father. Garrett was sitting in the dark, his gray eyes almost a glowing silver.
“Did Dad contact you?”
“No,” I lied.
Garrett steepled his hands. “You locked me out of your phone.”
“Of course I blocked you from my phone,” I retorted, the very picture of calm as I removed my jacket. “I don’t need you snooping and trying to dictate my life. I’m not Archer; I’m not stupid. I can encrypt my phone.”
“You better tell me if Dad contacts you.”
“Why are you on my case?”
“Because I know our father thinks he can easily manipulate you. You’re a liability.”
“Fuck off.”
* * *
Later that evening,I paced in my room, unable to sleep. Was my father manipulating me like he did my mom and all her sister wives? I sighed. I wished Sadie was here.
My phone lit up with a text message. I opened it and tamped down a groan. It was a picture of Sadie, her tongue barely licking a green-and-silver dildo.
Sadie:It’s extra large. Ida left it as a sample. Should I try it out?
Parker:You can’t lose your virginity to a dildo.
Sadie:It’s just a little warm-up for the main event.
