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I had a tendency to go blind and do shit I probably shouldn’t do. Things like punch Bruno Sloane in his fucking face just to get to her.
“I’m fine,” Sloane said to Bru, and that was when Wolf stepped in. He hadn’t left her but had snapped the door shut quickly behind her. With him being there, I really got to look at them both beside each other, and how the fuck I hadn’t seen their twin connection until now, I didn’t know. Maybe I hadn’t wanted to see it or was just too blind to, but they definitely shared some distinct features.
She looks so much like Brielle.
I hadn’t seen that either. She was like the younger, taller version of her from her hair to her golden skin. The height thing obviously came from Ramses.
How is this possible?
I knew the facts, but still this was fucking crazy.
And I couldn’t move.
My buddies weren’t even holding me now, but I was stiff as a rod in Sloane’s presence. I hadn’t seen her in so long, and with me not moving, I noticed Thatcher approach her. He had his hands in his ripped jeans, his shoulders shrugging.
“You good?” he asked her, taking her by surprise when she jumped. She’d been talking to Bru, and Thatch obviously surprised her. He rubbed his neck. “I mean, are you okay? Are you all right?”
She noticed she had an audience in that second.
She noticed me.
Her dark eyes fell on me, sweeping over me. She did that a lot when we were together, and I used to fuck with her for it.
Not today.
Today, we were looking at each other just as much. That jacket did nothing for her, but it couldn’t hide the shape and curve of her legs. Nor how it caught on the shelf of her large tits and gave me sight of those fucking legs. She may have been stressed. She may have been tired…
But she was still fucking beautiful.
The girl took my goddamn breath away as cliche as it sounded, and I physically wavered when she stopped looking at me to pay attention to Thatcher. It was like I’d been caught in the force field of her, trapped and suddenly let go.
“I’m okay,” she said to him, her attention shifting between me and him again. She was giving herself away and obviously finding it hard to focus too. She scrubbed into her hair. “I’m sorry I ran off. Really sorry. I shouldn’t have done that to you. We had a deal, and I messed it up.” She sighed. “It was fucked before that. I took advantage and probably shouldn’t have had you keep the secret in the first place. It was wrong, and I’m sorry for that too.”
I was surprised she was saying this. I think we all were, and especially Thatcher. He’d gotten in some real hot water for that shit, and that was just with us.
The parents didn’t even know yet.
Ramses and Brielle didn’t know, and once Thatcher’s own parents found out he’d been keeping secrets… from all of us, I was sure he’d hear it just as much as I had from mine when I’d kept things to myself. My god dad Knight was fucking scary and none of us were trying to do shit to piss him off.
This was obviously a consequence Thatcher had been willing to make for her. He gripped his arms. “Nah, you shouldn’t have, but I’m glad you’re okay.”
The two stood there, then out of nowhere, Thatcher leaned forward and swallowed Sloane’s little body up in a hug. More awkward than shit, the hug was stiff, my buddy not the best at fucking hugs, and Sloane hadn’t been expecting it. She had her arms out, and I think we all held our breath that Thatcher had, well, just grabbed her. I mean, she’d been running from the world, running from us.
But then, she laughed.
Her arms came around him slow, her laughter soft, vibrant. I’d forgotten about that too, her laughter. She didn’t do it a lot, and I had a habit of pissing her the hell off half the fucking time. Her expressing her joy was extremely rare, so when I did get it, I made note of it.
I relished in it.
Her hugging Thatcher ended up being just as awkward as him hugging her, and my buddy kept that shit quick. My buddy was as allergic to his emotions as I was. He crossed his arms after. “Just happy she’s here, and I don’t have to keep that shit quiet anymore,” he said to the room, apparently feeling he needed to make a vocal announcement. He edged out of the circle when Wells approached, and Wells shook his head at him.
“Forgive him,” Wells said, his eyes lifting. “What he means is he’s glad you’re here, and that’s it.”
Behind him, Thatcher’s expression fell. “I said that.”
“Yeah, in your own douchey way.” Wells lifted his hands before tucking them under his arms. He faced Sloane. “I’m glad you’re back too, and that you’re safe.” He smiled a little, glancing between her and Wolf. “I just can’t believe it. Can’t believe you two. This is crazy.”
He didn’t have to elaborate. Seeing them here, together, was crazy. Wolf had just been looking for her for so long.
