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“Derek, if you take one more step in that direction, so help me, I will tackle your ass to the ground,” Roark roars.
I freeze, because I know he’ll do just that if I don’t. Turning slowly, I spread my arms out as I stare at them.
“What?” I ask, so many things are left unspoken in just that word.
What did I do now? What more can I do?
“We want to tell you that no matter what you tell us, we do not blame you for what happened to Lennon,” Turner says.
Shaking my head, I decide fuck pretenses and who may be on the other side of that wall.
“We kicked everyone out for a little bit, so we could have a moment with you,” Turner continues.
“I don’t know how you can say this to me,” I sniff as the tears flow. “If I hadn’t kept secrets from Lennon, and to some extent, you all, she wouldn’t have run outside. Lennon’s mother wouldn’t have come back from the dead and been able to kidnap her,” I continue, vaguely aware this won’t make sense to them. “Carrie drugged her using something Lennon regularly eats, and used the distraction I helped create to take her. That’s on me,” I growl.
“Woah, did you hit your head?” Roark asks, concerned.
“No!” I yell. “I didn’t fucking hit my damn head. I told you it was unbelievable. Whose fucking mother pretends to be dead for ten years and then comes back to fuck with their daughter? The woman needs to be put down and stay down. Larsen stood there and watched as Lennon crashed onto the ground because of the drugs—”
“Wait, you said it was in something she eats all the time?” Turner interrupts and I blink.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp. “The gummy bears. Roark and I watched her eat them in her dressing room before she came out to talk to me. I didn’t think about that,” I confess.
“It’s not your job to figure everything out,” Roark soothes with a shrug. “We’ll figure this shit out together.”
Nodding, I see they aren’t going to let me go back to the bathroom to change and pull the shirt on over my head. It’s a touch large, but it’s nice to wear something that smells like Roark. His spicy scent envelops me, and somehow helps to ground me. Dropping the towel, I pull the pants on and tie them off. Glancing up, I see they’re both staring at me appreciatively and smirk half-heartedly.
Standing as one, they stalk towards me. Roark grabs my neck, pulling my forehead to touch his. Turner wraps his arms around both of us, and I bite my lip to hold in my emotions. Even then, my lips tremble and I shudder.
“Not your fault, no matter what happened. There’s a woman in the cameras we can’t identify that’s Lenny’s build, but we can’t see her face in any of them. If you see a photo, would you be able to identify her?” Turner asks
Feeling fragile, I forget to curb my tongue as I bark out a laugh. “Carrie O’Reilly haunts my dreams, of course I’ll be able to fucking identify her.”
Roark pulls away a bit to stare me in the eyes. “And why would she be haunting your dreams, if she’s supposedly been dead for ten years?” he asks, his accent weighing in every word.
I want to close my eyes from the intensity of his gaze but I can’t. It was always going to come out at some point, and the most important person in the world already knows I slept with her mother. “Because Carrie O’Reilly took my virginity when I was sixteen,” I reveal.
“Fuck,” Turner gasps.
“It’s part of why I bullied Lennon in high school. My mind was all twisted around, and Carrie wouldn’t let me go. She’s also why I can’t handle being, ah, tied down,” I explain, finally breaking Roark’s eye contact.
“Hey,” Roark says harshly, his hand grabbing my chin and lifting it up so my eyes will meet his again. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, but it explains a lot.”
Turner’s phone rings, and he frowns, digging it out of his pocket. Leaving an arm around me, he answers.
“Hey Greg, are you here already?” Turner smirks as he listens, his fingers gathering my shirt between his to pull it up, searching for skin. He licks his lips once he finds it and my eyes are drawn to his tongue ring the way they always are. “Yeah, we’re in room ten-o-three, man. I’ll see you in a bit.”
Turner hangs up, shaking his head. “I swear, that man must have broken every speed limit there was between the airport and here. Let’s go talk to everyone, shall we?” Turner starts to turn away from me and then grunts, grabbing my hair.
My lips part in surprise as I stare at him. “Don’t run away from us again, understood? Lennon brought you in, and you’re stuck with us now. If you fuck up at some point, then we figure it out together. And when we have her back, nothing changes.”
“I thought the only reason we were all possibly a thing is because of Len,” I whisper, afraid to say it any louder.
“No,” Roark growls, kissing my neck, and then gently biting it. My eyes half close because it feels good. “I love Lenny, but we wouldn’t bring you into our relationship just for her. That’s unfair. We need to talk later because you have a few things twisted, babe. For now, let’s work on finding our girl.”
Turner bares his teeth at me in agreement and then kisses my forehead before walking out of the room. I stand there watching after them in disbelief. “Wow,” I say softly. I honestly never expected to come clean to them about my history with Carrie and have them react this way. I know deep down that she used me for her own reasons and took advantage of me, but how do you get taken advantage of when you put your dick in crazy?
Blowing out a breath, I decide to think about that later. For now, I need to make sure I remember every little detail of what happened so I can relay it to the people waiting in the next room.
