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We just need to take these cunts down. Then, Reid can return home. Luciana can go back to… well, wherever she lives, and our lives can return to normal.
Normal. What a fucking joke.
There’s nothing normal about us, about the way we live our lives.
Here I am, planning this future for the two of us, and once Evie is a free woman, she might turn her back on all of this. On me.
It might be too much for her.
No.
No, it’s not.
She’s strong. Just as strong as the others. Maybe she’s not as quick with her fists as Stella and Emmie or has the experience like Calli. But she’s got Jodie and Brianna’s strength and resistance. And they don’t have an issue being on this ride with us.
She fits in. I’ve already seen that. The others accepted her into our group and have treated her as if she’s always been a part of our lives. It’s something I’m never going to be able to thank them enough for. The way Emmie and Stella in particular, have been there for her, showing her what our world is about. I fucking love them for it. Even if they allowed her to dance on a tabletop at a Wolves party. But then I guess I should really expect that kind of thing from them. I can only hope she develops a closer bond with Calli. She’s less likely to get into trouble with our baby C.
Warmth spreads through me as I think about my family. About their friendship, their loyalty, their… well, everything.
D and I, our real family, are… a weird mix of amazing and awful and everything in between.
Mum is incredible. She’s our rock, always has been. Her parents too.
But Dad…
As a little boy, I remember looking up to him like he was the most amazing man in the world. He was my hero. My idol. But then, as the years passed and our grandfather started showing his hand, my opinion began to change.
He knew what was going on, that much was obvious. Although, to this day I’m not sure to what extent.
Our grandfather was training us to be the soldiers he believed we were bred for. He’d done the same to our father. But he never talked about what that looked like for him, and we’ve never talked about what we were experiencing either.
D and I barely even touched on it. We knew we were being trained differently, but I think both of us were too terrified to dive into the details.
I’ve seen what he went through. For years, he kept his body hidden, kept his secrets to himself.
Sure, our grandfather raised his hand or belt to me a time or two, but not the extent he did Daemon.
He was training him to be this brutal, terrifying monster, and I had no idea.
I’ve never felt like a worse brother than when all the truth started unravelling.
And while he was getting tortured, I was treated to the opposite.
Our grandfather didn’t want us both to kill and maim. He wanted one lover and one fighter.
The things he had me watching—doing—at such a young and innocent age make me cringe.
I think about Atlas and Zayden, and I can’t imagine anything worse than submitting them to the kinds of things we were forced to endure. They’re still kids. Although there will always be some kind of training of our young soldiers, it won’t be to the extent we received.
With Evie and the possibility of a different future ahead of me, I figure it might just be time that we sat down with our father and finally laid all our cards on the table. Especially with the real possibility of D and Calli’s baby being a boy. There is no fucking way any nephew of mine is being treated like that. I might love my father despite everything, but if he ever even mentions putting another kid through that, I’ll put a bullet through his skull myself.
My thoughts turn to ones of Daemon with a baby in his arms.
He can be so cold, detached, and quite frankly, terrifying. But that’s just one part of him. The other part… well, I’m pretty sure only Calli and I know it exists. Us and their future baby.
He’s going to be the most incredible dad, I have no doubt. He might hate hard, but he loves even harder. He’s proven that time and time again with Calli. Even when he was pushing her away and trying to do what he thought was right, it was all because he loved her. He always has, and I’m so fucking glad he finally got to discover that she loved him back just as hard.
A contented sigh for both of them slips from my chest and a smile forms on my lips.
