Page 109 of The Unruly


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Her eyes follow me as I fumble my way out of the bed. I can feel my cum flinging all over the place. Every inch of my skin is on fire, hot with humiliation and horror. I grab my underwear off the floor, accidentally grabbing Raegan’s while I’m at it. Her eyes lock onto the girly panties in my hand and her features slowly transform from complete shock to something I’ve never seen before.

Angry rage bordering on hate.

I yank my boxers up and then pull on my jeans. I’m shaking my head, willing her to understand, but neither of us can speak. We’re caught in a strange face-off—a calm before a motherfucking hurricane.

Once I grab my shirt and pull it over my head, I feel ready to speak to our mother. I take a step toward her and she stumbles away from me like I’ve got rabies, or worse yet, like I’m a predator come to eat her children alive.

“Mom,” I choke out.

“No, no, no, no,” she chants, shaking her head harshly. “No, no, no, no, no.”

“We love each other,” I blurt out in explanation. “Please, Mom—”

“GET OUT!” she bellows, waving a finger angrily at the door. “Get the fuck out!”

I’m unable to tear my gaze from hers to see how my siblings are faring. Based on their absolute silence, I’d say not well.

“Mom—”

“You’ve ruined our family!” Her horrible accusing glare burns into me. “Get out!”

I stuff my feet into my boots and grab my coat before trying once more. “I’m sorry—”

“So help me, Ryder, get out before I beat you!”

Under normal circumstances, the idea of my tiny mother trying to beat me would be laughable. I’m not laughing now. She believes it with every part of her being, and based on how furious she is, I believe it too. I rush past her, escaping into the frigid air that smells like snow is coming.

Racing past Ronan’s cabin, I make a beeline for the gate. Mage, the little shit—literally—chases after me, barking happily. No thanks to him, he got us busted.

What does this mean for our family?

Nothing good.

Picking up speed, I run out the gate and around our property. When I make it to the cliffside stairs, I damn near fall down them as I make my descent. The whole world blurs around me and I realize it’s because I’m crying. Not from the cold, but from the bone-deep ache that won’t stop hurting.

I’m confused and upset and worried as fuck.

Does Mom hate me?

Will Dad kill me?

What happens to Ronan and Raegan?

I’m a coward running away, but I don’t know what to do. They had faith in me, but they were wrong to. I can’t protect them. I’m useless.

I make it to the last step and trip over my own feet. Hitting the ground hard on my shoulder, I let out a howl of pain. Mage pauses his running to turn around to check on me. After he licks me a few times, I manage to sit up and escape his assault. Once back on my feet, I hold my tender shoulder and start running again.

Away. Away. Away.

Soon, I find myself inside Rowdy’s gate and on his porch. My chest is heaving with exertion. I fling open his door with a frustrated growl, only to be met with the sight of his .45 that’s pointed right at me.

I raise my hands in defense, halting so he can see it’s me and not some intruder. He slowly drops the gun to his side on the bed behind him and then puts a finger to his mouth. I follow his stare to where Destiny is curled up, sleeping, a soft blanket tucked all around her. Spirit is sleeping at her feet, her head resting on Destiny’s leg.

Slowly, Rowdy eases out of the bed, fully dressed and wearing boots. He moves the gun to a table, grabs his coat, and then motions for me to follow him. Mage, having found his sister, chooses to stay inside. Once Rowdy closes the door behind him, I let out a pained groan.

“Is everyone okay?” Rowdy demands, eyes searching my face. “You look like hell.”

I swipe at my wet cheeks. “No.”

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