“Does… does everyone know I’m such a headcase I’m in therapy then?”
Stunned silence followed my words, and Lissa edged forward on her seat.
“Not at all. I just mentioned that we’d already met, that’s all.”
“So I just told everyone that. Great.”
Elise smiled at me. “If it helps, I have sessions with Lissa too.”
“Me too,” Caroline said, and Tori groaned, nodding at me.
“Yes, yes, I’m in therapy too. We should probably have fucking badges or something. Look at me, I’m in therapy. Oh god.” She facepalmed as a few of the women giggled.
“You rhymed, babe.”
She glared at the pretty dark haired woman called Grace.
“Bite me.”
I sipped the red wine, and mentally calculated the fact that I hadn’t had wine in almost five years. I wasn’t about to admit that, but it’d probably go to my head pretty quickly if I wasn’t careful.
“Girl, whatever you’re going through, don’t go dissing yourself for needing help with the aftermath. Some of my sisterwives have been through the worst hells, and they’re not ashamed to need help to cope with that.”
“Sisterwives?”
Tori groaned, shaking her head and jabbing a finger at Grace.
“You started this, dammit. I was okay with just being the old ladies, but noooo, you had to make it weird.”
I darted a quick look at Caroline, who was smiling, but still hugging that cute little pup for dear life.
“Are they always like this?”
She nodded vigorously. “It was intimidating at first, but I’m getting used to it. The old ladies, sorry,” she held a hand up, “sisterwives, are amazing. It’s like a ready-made family, and they’re so supportive. This is all you need right here, although…” She glanced at the men who were gathered around the open doorway that Nate had been refusing to open for them. I guess he gave in.
“They help too,” she finished, smiling over at them, although their focus was entirely on what was in that room. Tori suddenly gasped and lunged up from the sofa.
“You’re kidding! I need to see this!” She was gone, over by the men, who parted to let her through like she was a queen.
“Wow… she really commands the space, huh?”
Caroline nodded. “She’s terrifying, but with who her dad is, I’m not surprised.”
“It’s not just that,” Elise added, leaning over the back of the sofa with us, all of us now kneeling and watching the group who were blocking our view of that room.
“It’s not?”
“No. Nobody touches Tori. It’s literally the law. Don’t touch her. Only Ryder touches her.”
Oh. The possessive man thing. I was starting to think that was universal across all beings with a damn penis.
“I get it. She’s his, so touch her and die.”
Lissa sighed, shaking her head as I leaned back to look at her.
“Trauma, babe. I can’t tell you her story, but there are bigger reasons for her being untouchable.”
“Mafia dad doesn’t hurt though,” Grace murmured. Mafia? My god. What the hell was Nate getting me into?
