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They’d loved him for me, had encouraged it untilI’dwanted him.

Which was bullshit.

I understood Brandon’s concern even though I refused to agree, but I wasn’t so sure about my mother. I wouldn’t dare discount her alarm over the ring of thorns on his bicep since I’d had the same suspicions not that long ago.

But that flipped switch?

Thatwas weird.

So weird that the discomfort over the whole situation had driven me to the silly, risky decision of coming here, instead of staying put inPredatorterritory. Which… now that I was thinking about it with a clearer mind… I wasn’t that sure why Brandon let that slide.

Even if he didn’t give a fuck what happened to Onyx, his concern aboutmysafety was without question.

Maybe I was overthinking it and too focused on the negative.

Keira liked Onyx, and so did Maite.

And really, so did everybody else whose opinion I cared about.

ThePredatorshad embraced him, which one of the biggest checkmarks a person could get. Notably, damn near everyone had been a little iffy about Kev.

Tali would’ve hated him, I thought, then smiled over the visual.

And myfather?

Man… Kev was the kind ofwannabehe couldn’t stand.

Onyx, though?

Tali would’ve had a crush.

Even though she likely would’ve been married, assuming her and Brandon had stayed together, which there was no doubt in my mind they would’ve.

And my father?

All his concerns abouta sturdy nigga my ass won’t run into the groundwould’ve been more than alleviated.

Shit.

Now I was missing them again.

I left Onyx in my bed, snoring, heading to the room that would be my studio eventually. I hadn’t brought over any of the tools and stuff yet, so for now it was a catchall.

I hunted through the marked boxes until I found one that I’d never actually unpacked at my old house either, full of albums.

I wasn’t the most sentimental girl, but… I just wanted to see my people.

I sat down on the floor, flipping through the albums.

One of just Tali, one of just me, which I skipped, and then one featuring thePredatorsover the years.

I laughed my ass off at one of Ozias posing with his bike,waybefore the gray and the ponytail. I setthatone aside, so I could snap a picture of the picture to show him next time I saw him. Then I picked up an album I hadn’t seen in forever, one of me and Tali as kids.

Pretty quickly, I realized I’d actuallyneverseen this one; it just had the same cover as the one I was expecting. This one was grainy ass pictures of me as a baby, that made me chuckle.

I was juicy back then, too.

Tears sprang to my eyes as I came across one of me and my father when I couldn’t have been more than a year or two old. It was obviously old, but not as grainy as the others.

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