Page 64 of Vicious Hearts


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I nod.

“Show me.”

I sneer, opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out.

“Happ—”

I sputter as he sticks a piece of cheese and uses his hand to close my jaw.

It’s infuriating. Infantilizing. Demeaning.

…And oddly sensual.

I don’t really know what to think or feel as I sit there naked on his lap and he feeds me. We fall into silence, and in a weird way it’s actually almost comforting.

“Do you know what your father was?”

That comfortable, sensual feeling shatters like glass. I stiffen, pulse thudding.

“I asked you a question.”

I turn and glare at him. “Just what the fuck would you like me to say?”

“I think it was a fairly straightforward question. What. Was. He?”

My teeth grind.

“A killer,” I hiss. “An abusive, manipulative monster. A psychopath.” My lips purse as I glare at him. “You know,you.”

A deadly tension hovers between us as his eyes flicker darkly. Cillian just smiles back.

“Your father did terrible—”

“Yeah, trust me, I know—ah!”

I gasp as Cillian’s hand swats my inner thigh, hard, making me squirm and shift on his lap.

“Don’t interrupt. Were you aware that fifteen years ago, your father kidnapped my niece, Neve?”

Oh my God.

There’s a lot that I know about my father—things that have kept me up or woken me from nightmares my entire life. His cruelty. His inhumaneness. The way he made it abundantly clear to both Finn and I that we were his tools of destruction before we were his children.

I knew he did bad things. I knew he killed people, and sometimes even read about it in the newspapers, even during that time we were going to see him at Coal Creek every two weeks.

But I didn’t knowthat, and my face pales when he says it.

There’s fury in his eyes and vicious anger in his voice. “She was nine.”

My face falls in horror.

“He drove her to a hunting cabin, trussed her up to a fuckingcrucifix, and had every intention of bleeding her out until she died.”

My stomach twists poisonously, my very soul shuddering.

“I—” I swallow, my mouth dry as I shiver. What do you say to that? “I’m sorry,” I mumble quietly. “Ihatedmy father—”

The world explodes, and the words are choked in my mouth as Cillian suddenly grabs my jaw tightly.

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