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“Age?” I shot a look at the closed doors to the library. The glass wasn’t opaqued and I could see a shadow of someone standing by the limited edition leather bound classics by the fireplace.
“I’m guessing late twenties? Maybe a bit younger?”
Fuck.
He would’ve been one of the older ones in my father’s stable then.
Did he remember living here?
Did he remember me marching into the midst of them, covered in patriarchal blood, gun in hand, and leading a trail of broken women to claim their bastards?
My hand shook a little as I shoved it into my pocket and spun on my heel. Tess appeared at the top of the stairs. The same stairs I’d stood on when Franco pushed her over my doorstep and commanded her to kneel before me.
She’d refused then and she’d refused me ever since.
Pity for both of us, her refusals got me hard and her wet and we’d become a match made in fucked-up heaven.
“You.” I pointed a finger at her. “Stay there. I need to do this on my own.” My eyes narrowed and I added a tad more gently, like a doting lover should, “We’ll finish our conversation after.”
Her lips quirked. “Conversation, huh? Very well, I very much look forward to conversing with you, husband.”
My palm itched to remind her of her place all while I fought the lust and darkly tangled love she always drowned me in. “Behave and obey, Tess. Don’t interrupt.”
Stalking to the library, I wrenched open the double doors, and came face-to-face with my half-brother.
One of many.
Hopefully, the only one who would ever know of my existence.
He was tall.
Maybe a shade taller than me.
Broad shouldered and lean waisted, with the type of physique that said he’d been in a few fights in his time and won.
He spun around as I closed the doors behind me and flicked the switch for privacy. The glass instantly went dark, blocking my nosy wife’s eyes, giving me time to assess this new threat.
Because he was a threat.
A big one.
Motherfucking huge.
I’d chosen my family.
I didn’t want any more springing from the shadows.
Especially ones with my father’s blood running in their veins.
I had firsthand knowledge of that curse.
The Mercer Curse that’d been passed down by a man who raped, mutilated, and abused. I wouldn’t will it on anyone. And I had every intention of avoiding all those who shared it because chances were very fucking high that I’d have to kill them for the very reasons I strived to deserve to live.
I hunted monsters.
I killed paedophiles and tore out the hearts of traffickers.
I made others hurt, all while the one person who should hurt the most was me.
