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Clean and crisp.
Beautiful.
Peaceful.
She was fucking lucky to be here, to berighthere with this man. Living her life. Loving him.
“What is it, baby?”
She turned into him, touching his jaw, his beard tickling her palm. “I am so lucky to have you.”
“Sweet girl,” he murmured, palm covering hers. “Mysweet girl.” He bent, brushed his lips over hers, tone going the slightest bit wicked. “My sweet girl who likes to be fucked against walls and will poison me without the slightest hesitation.”
She flashed him a beatific smile. “Damn right.”
A smirk. Another brush of his mouth over hers. “Let’s go home, baby.”
“Okay—”
“Hey, bitch!”
She froze, ice sliding down her spine.
But the ice was chased by anger, by frustration, by fury at the fuckinggallof this woman.
Connor didn’t have any issues with freezing.
“Don’t talk to her like that,” he growled then wrapped his arm more tightly around her, turned them both then started for the entrance to the department. “Inside, sweetheart,” he ordered softly. “Straight inside. Let security take care of her.”
“Yo!Bitch!” The voice was closer now. “I pushed you out of my vagina,” Sylvia Montergo snapped. “The least you could do is stop, show some fucking respect, andlistento me!”
Listen to her.
Stop and show some respect.
Respect.
Connor had gotten them almost to the ambulance entrance. But…respect.
She whipped around, saw that her mother was just as ugly as usual—not on the outside, though her facewasscrewed up, her eyes cold, her lips curved into a deep scowl, making it hard to see that she was an attractive, older woman. Albeit a drug addict.
Albeit a psychopathic narcissist.
Albeit—
An abuser.
Who was ugly inside.
Who was continuing that abuse because she’d seen Raven’s name and where she worked on the news and was taking her shot at getting what she perceived was owed to her.
It was bullshit.
Totalfuckingbullshit.
Raven had carried the baggage of her past long enough. She was unwilling to lug it into her future.
A rough hand shoving at her shoulder, nails digging in. “I’m talking to you, you little bitch.”
