Sins That Find Us, page 19
Phoenix takes a breath. “Are you safe?”
My heart warms as much as it’s able, and I feel another surge of desperation to pull him into my arms. “I’m safe. He knows better than to come for me now.” I pass the city, and in the distance, there are only mountains and clouds. “I just wanted to call to let you know that I’m on my way. And when I get there, I want you in my bed…with her.”
“All of us?” Phoenix asks.
“Your choice,” I tell him, because it’s always their choice. Mostly. “But today starts our new reality, and it’s time we show Alice what it means to be part of this family. How do you feel about that, my queen?”
I hear her huff, and then her sweet voice says, “I’m not your queen.”
“Not yet,” I promise her. I glance in the mirror and see an SUV coming up fast on me. I’m in a hurry, but not enough to bother playing racing games with petty strangers, so I pull into the other lane and tap the screen. I just want to see them one time.
Phoenix and Alice’s image flashes—grainy and black and white, but there. Phoenix has her in his lap, and I can’t see below her pert breasts, but I know he’s inside her.
“I can’t wait to get there. Believe me, both of you, I plan to—”
I don’t get to finish my sentence. I’m only vaguely aware of something bumping my car, and I look up in time to see a smiling face in my rearview mirror before my tires lose traction, and I start to spin.
And then, there’s only darkness.
To Be Continued
Sins That Bind Us
Rolling onto my back, I let my hand travel from my chest to my stomach where it rests against my lower belly. I try to imagine myself full with a child, though the idea still terrifies me because what kind of person would bring a child into this life? And what the hell kind of mother would I make?
Yet, I can picture it. God help me.
I can picture James carrying his child around with a proud look in his eye, and bragging about every shitty diaper wet burp. I can picture Ari cautiously handling the baby, and teaching it terrifying things as they got older. I can picture Phoenix reading to the child every night, and I can even see Kane imparting his dark wisdom.
And I can see myself giving that child everything that I was denied.
They would have one mother who would die for them, and four fathers who would burn the world down if anyone so much as looked at them wrong.
It doesn’t take long to realize my decision is absolutely made. There’s no more tiptoeing around it. I want to give myself over completely, even if they can’t give me the love I crave.
I want James to fuck me deep and spill inside me and hold his come inside my womb until it takes root. I want him to chase me like a beast through the compound woods, pinning me to the mossy floor and forcing me to take it until I was thick with his seed.
And after the first one, I want him to do it again.
I want to fill these halls with more than just revenge and murder.
“Don’t you dare die on me,” I whisper into the dark of Ari’s room. The words are for my missing men, though there’s no doubt Phoenix can hear them because I know he’s listening. “And don’t you fucking dare let him die,” I add.
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