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“Next time, clarify that.” Rowen chuckles. I look up into the review window, grinning, watching as King pouts like a big-ass baby.
Turning my eyes to the front window, I begin driving us away from our home, ready to start this journey.
Lee twists in her seat, looking at the three burly men in the backseat squashed together, saying, “You guys look ridiculous. One of you should sit in the very back.”
“How about you sit here in the middle, angel? I’ll sit in the front,” Rowen suggests.
“Nah, I’m good. I like it up here.”
“My pretty thing, if you come back here, I promise to make it fun,” Ace says, voice full of innuendo.
Instead of replying, Lee reaches forward and turns the radio on, turning it up loud enough it drowns out the laughter and sexual comments from the three in the backseat. I watch her from the side of my eye, making herself comfortable. Her feet are on the dash, and her hand is on my thigh.
The organ in my chest that I always thought was useless beats rapidly, swelling in size. Placing my hand on hers, I smile to myself, realizing that I have everything I could ever want for the first time.
I’ve got my girl by my side and my brothers in the back as we drive to serve justice.
This is what happiness feels like.
thirty-eight
LEE
Ten hours later,Eli turns off the headlights and brings the car to a stop, parking down the hill that leads to the driveway of the house of horrors that I lived in for so long. I’ve been so excited to do this since I told them I wanted to kill Sebastian, and I’ve been mentally preparing myself during the drive.
Now that we’re here and I’m seconds away from coming face-to-face with the man who hurt me for years, I’m not sure how I feel.
Eli turns toward me. “Baby, you okay?” He takes my hand, noticing the vacant look on my face.
Slowly, I force myself to nod, and without a word, I unbuckle my seat belt, open the door, and climb out of the car.
Rocks crunch under my shoes as I walk up the hill and toward the driveway. I hear my guys following behind me, but I don’t pay them any attention and walk ahead, anxious to get closer to the house where I spent so many years.
Standing in the driveway, I stare at the glass house I once had been so excited to live in with my new husband. I had fantasized about all the moments we’d share and the memories we’d make. I pictured us bringing our children home and raising them in this house and putting a treehouse in the backyard for them. I imagined us standing in the doorway, greeting our grandchildren when they’d come to visit us.
I pictured our entire lives in this house. But that fantasy ended when Sebastian decided to lay his hands on me. He ruined everything good about this place and set fire to every dream I had.
He destroyed the house I once loved so much, and staring at it now, I feel the same hatred I did two years ago when I stood in this exact spot after faking my death.
In a fucked up way, this house made me stronger. I’m no longer a victim; I’m a survivor. A survivor who will do anything to continue surviving.
My first tormentor, Greg, is dead, thanks to Rowen when we were children.
My second tormentor, Colton, is dead, thanks to Eli.
Now it’s time for my third and final tormentor to die. But this time, justice is all mine.
Staring at the house, I quietly walk around to the side where I can see inside. Sebastian has the glass clear instead of frosted, allowing me to see directly inside the main floor.
Everything is the same. Not a single fucking thing has changed décor-wise. The only difference I can see is that instead of photos of us that once hung on the walls, I now see pictures of him and Courtney.
“I can pick the lock and open the door,” King says, the strap of his black duffle bag in his right hand.
“No need. I’m willing to bet the code to the gate in the backyard is the same, and the backdoor will probably be unlocked.” I wipe my sweaty palms on my leggings, blowing out a few puffs of air to calm my nerves.
Sebastian can’t hurt me anymore, but still, that doesn’t stop me from being nervous about walking into the house that holds so many bad memories.
“Stay here,” I finally say, walking along the side of the house that leads toward the kitchen that is enclosed by four walls. The main living room and upstairs living room are the only rooms that are made of floor-to-ceiling windows, and everything else is covered.
