Felix looks at my chest, blinking rapidly as he feels my beating heart. “It’s—”
“My heart,” I finish. “And it’s yours, Felix. I love you.”
His eyes meet mine. “You do?”
“So much,” I assure him.
His eyes widen before trailing back down to the hand resting on my chest. He brings his head closer, putting his ear against my pec. “I hear it,” he whispers.
“It beats for you.”
He looks to me once more, tears streaming down his face. “Torren, I love you, too!” His arms wrap around me, and I pull him in for a hug. “I was so scared,” he cries.
“Me too, baby. Me too.”
I place my hands on either side of his face and bring his lips to mine. The kiss is sweet. Gentle. He needs me to take care of him, and I will.
Forever.
“Let’s take you home.”
Epilogue
Felix
Being psychotic for a week was no fucking joke. Thankfully, I had Torren there the whole time. He held me for what felt like 3 days straight, while I screamed about the floor turning into crickets that tried to jump into my throat and suffocate me.
After a week, the visions stopped. I was jumpy as hell, but the drugs had finally worked their way out of my system.
Torren was Torren again, and he was mine.
And I’m his.
The Hellcats made my father’s death look like a murder/suicide, complete with a letter from Robert detailing his love affair with my father, and the guilt he felt being an accomplice to my mother’s murder.
The police bought everything because the Hellcats bought them off years ago.
Belmont’s finest in cahoots with the Hellcats? Ask me if I’m surprised.
Doctor Franklin, threatened with death by Torren and Tobias, came clean about everything, telling investigators allabout the Agent BZ and confirming my father’s plot. He’s in jail, but he’s being protected by the Hellcats in exchange for secrecy.
Tobias says he has plans for Doctor Franklin after he’s released.
Cue more ominous music.
It was…such sweet revenge. My father’s sexuality was plastered all over the media—his worst nightmare.
Torren took me back to his place and told me I live here.
I guess it’s our place, now.
I still work atMaggie’s, and the media has finally stopped asking me to do an interview about my harrowing experience.
Maybe I’ll write a book someday.
But not now. All I want is to beofficialwith Torren.The friends bullshit is long gone.
Which brings me to the present moment.
