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“That’s good,” she murmurs, sniffling on the other side of the call. “Your friends told me Frank has a wife.”
I nod even though she can’t see me. My jaw clenches unconsciously as I wait for the blame or recriminations.
“Yeah, I’m sorry, Mom.”
“No, I’m sorry. I should have believed you.” She sighs, and I can almost see her shaking her head in guilt and disappointment. “I should have done a lot of things, Gia, and I didn’t. I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry too, Mom.”
I don’t want things to be the way they are with her forever. She’s my only family, and I’m hers.
“I’ll do better, and I’m going to get a job and get my own place. I promise.”
She doesn’t need to know that it won’t be in Angel Harbor. That’s a conversation for another day.
“We both have to do better, baby girl. We’re all we have in this world.”
“Love you, Mom.”
“Love you too, Gia. Be safe. Preacher seems like a nice guy.”
Don’t they all seem like good guys in the beginning?
“I don’t know about that, but I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”
“You’ll be home soon?”
“I will,” I assure her before ending the call and falling back against the bed. What a confusing fucking day, hell few days, really. All of it topped off by tonight with Preacher.
The most amazing sex I have ever had in my entire life, given to me by a man who sells human beings on an open market to freaks, weirdos, criminals, pedophiles, and evil motherfuckers.
Another sigh escapes as I close my eyes and think about Ro. It feels like ages have passed since I last spoke to her, so I whip out my phone and message her.“Miss you, bitch.”
She responds quickly.“Miss you back, hooker. How are you holding up?”
I send a thumbs up.“Being safe. Lots of hot, kinky sex with a biker who may or may not be into some shady shit.”
And it was that shady shit that gives me pause even as my body still hums from all the dirty things he did to it. And to me.
“Doesn’t shady shit kind of go hand in hand with being a biker?”
She has a point.“But this is super shady shit, the kind I won’t talk about over electronic devices.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. I really do miss you.”
“You know where I am. Pry yourself from the biker dick, and let’s meet up.”
That’s exactly what I need.“I’ll text you tomorrow. Love you, babe.”
“Love you back, gorgeous. Enjoy the biker.”
I laugh and drop the phone onto the bed, wondering to myself when my life had become so interesting. And so fucked up.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Preacher
