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“Either way, these are my gifts to you, so pick whichever one you wan—.”
“That sleek black baby is mine.”
“Calling dibs on the Candy Apple Red, sorry auntie.”
I laugh along with Moonlight as she kisses her teeth while letting me go. “I love the Gold one, though.”
“Also, they’re all hybrids,” I say to Moonlight and then signal the guy to bring their key fobs to them. I grab the extra key for Moonlight and hand her a pair of keys. “This is your place. What you did for me when I had my first episode and, in the kitchen, I will never forget. Whatever it was you made gave me blissful dreams for life, so I figured others would want that too. People like me. It’s your place to do as you want. The budget is unlimited.”
Rowe whistles. “Zombie dad’s sugar mama is now our sugar mama, guys.”
This causes all of us to laugh and before they could deny their gifts, I convince them to come to the after party with me.
There, more drinks are consumed, and I dance the night away with my new friends. Rager keeps me in his sight all night and he’s the only one that dances with me. Rowe takes videos and pictures; some I pose for and others I don’t. Each time, he laughs as if he’s doing something mischievous.
“What are you doing?” I ask Rowe because my curiosity gets the best of me.
“Showing Zombie Dad what his old ass is missing and also reminding him of someone.” He answers as we dance near each other.
“Who?”
“Walton Cambridge.”
Whitney Houston’s Dance with Somebody comes on and Rowe takes my hand, spinning me, then he spins me out and back to him. We sing our heads off to the song.
The night is fun, and it is now over as we ride back home with a sleeping Sparrow, who is resting her head on Rowe’s shoulder and Moonlight is resting her head in my lap.
Rowe and I are the only ones awake. The ride was taking a bit long since it was the next town over. My mind is lost in thought about my entire life and how I wish I had good people around me.
“My mother sucked.” I say out of nowhere.
“What?” Rowe asks.
“My mother, after Hunter, my brother found me, she blames me for my father's passing away. She hated me then, and she hates me now. I don’t know what I ever did to her, but she seriously hated me for taking away her chance to be with my father longer in this world.” I laugh even though it hurts to laugh at it. “It’s fucked, isn’t it?”
We’re quiet in the limo for a while and then Rowe sighs. I thought he fell asleep.
“My mo—, no, the incubator hated me too. I just didn’t realize it until later. But I had my dads with me, so I didn’t miss out on much. I thought I’d feel the emptiness when that bitch went to jail, but I didn’t. Along with everyone else in the house, I feel free. I say good riddance to your bitch of a mother and mine. They don’t deserve us. Look at us, we’re fucking amazing. They missed out. If you ask me, they’re irrelevant.”
“Both of them?” I ask.
“Yep. Now, say it with me, Everie, Fuck those bitches.”
“Fuck those bitches.” I say and then repeat it with a smile on my face.
“Liberating, isn’t it?” Rowe asks.
“Yep!” I answer and I can’t ask anything else as we pull up to the mansion.
We wake Moonlight and Sparrow, then exit the limo. I’m feeling okay going back to the house knowing that I’ve already said bye to Tucker, Tennesse and Rager, along with Tini.
The second we enter the house, passing the foyer and into the kitchen, both Walt and Whit have matching frowns on their faces while they cross their arms, glaring at all of us as they sit on the stools. Thinking back at what Rowe said, I lift my shades up and glare right back at Walt. I have a bone to pick with him too. I storm my way to him, and he takes in my outfit and I almost buck at the look he gives me, but I won’t give in. Walking in between Walt’s legs, I grab his jaw in my hand and pull his face closer to mine as I lean in as well. “What aren’t you telling me, Walton Cambridge?” I ask with all the attitude dripping in my tone.
I’m not as drunk or high as I was before, but there’s still a kick there.
Walt chuckles caught off guard. “What?” His brows furrows, causing a line in between his eyes. His dimples make an appearance.
“Don’t sucker me in with your dimples today, Mr. Cambridge. What are you hiding from me?” I use the same tone and mimic his deep voice.
