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Felicia has been non-stop mumbling shit under the duct tape that covers her mouth. Even as she's carried over Jett's shoulder, she's still going on. She's more pissed at us for holding Chris than she is being captured herself, which I find kind of weird. I've always taken the Saint's President as being self-absorbed. I guess I was wrong.
“How did it go with Dani?” Fynn asks as we walk a bit slower than the others.
“It actually went better than I thought. She still wants to be friends,” I tell him, “She doesn't have anyone else...”
“Do you think you can return to being friends with her?” he asks.
“Honestly, I don't know. A lot of it will have to do with whether she accepts the three annoying douchebags I have in my life,” I grin without looking at him.
“Yeah, that's got to be a deal breaker,” Fynn states, “I hear they're very possessive of what's theirs and can be total asshats.”
Nodding, “That's a very true story,” I say and bite my lip.
Fynn stops and pulls me into his embrace, “Admit it, Little Saint, you love those asshats in your life...” His voice trails off when he realizes that he's said that one word that none of us have yet to reveal.
My own smile drops as I stare into his soft brown eyes. Maybe it's time that one of us admits to it, and what better time than now, “I can't argue with you there...” I say in a breathless whisper.
After gazing into each other's eyes, Fynn snakes his hand around my nape and pulls me in until his lips crash against mine. The kiss is needy and all-consuming. I can feel Fynn's emotions within it, and I kiss him back with all the passion I can muster.
“Can't that wait until after the interrogation?” Oakley calls out.
Fynn and I slowly part, staring at each other, knowing that we both want the same thing...for Fynn to push me against the nearest tree and take what he wants, just like that time on the cliff. A throat clearing is the only thing that snaps our attention back to the present, and we look over to see Oakly still standing in the doorway, a knowing grin on his face.
“The sooner we get the shit done, the sooner you two can fuck,” he calls out, then turns and disappears inside the cabin.
“Asshole,” Fynn mutters under his breath as he takes my hand once more.
I chuckle and squeeze his hand, “Yes, but he's still your best friend, and you love him like a brother,” I remind him.
He smirks, “That's the only reason I haven't beat his ass all these years.” He slaps my ass when we get to the door, pushing me inside as he follows.
“Well, are you goingto tell us what we want to know, or will we have to take it out on poor Chris, who you swear is innocent?” I ask Felicia as I trace the knife's blade down the front of Chris's shirt.
I have no plans on hurting the guy just yet, but I will do whatever I need to in order to get her to talk. It's up to the Saint's President whether Chris gets hurt.
“I already told you that he doesn't know anything!” Felicia growls as she watches her boy toy swing from his wrists right in front of her.
“That's not what I asked,” I remind her, “I want to know why you are doing what you are doing and why you are not going after him?” I stop Chris's swaying body and place the blade under his chin.
After a little glaring match with her, Felicia rolls her eyes, “I wanted your fathers to admit to the wrongdoing because my own mother was also a victim in the assault. She killed herself over the guilt of what she had to do...”
My laugh is cynical, “Did you even watch the video before sending it off to Dani?”
“Kaden made a copy and sent it to her since he's the one that found it among our father's things he left behind when he left Kaden's mom. I could only stomach watching some of it before I told him to turn it off,” she informs us.
“Did you even watch where your mother took part?” Jett sneers as he leans against a nearby table.
“T-That's when I had him turn it off. I didn't want to see what they made my mother do.” Felicia closes her eyes and swallows.
“Oh? So you never saw the enjoyment she got out of it,” I state, “Baby,” I glance at Oakley, “Can you play the video?”
We wait for Oakley to return with his laptop and pull up the video, “Watch it,” I glare at Felicia.
I don't have to look at the screen to know what's happening. The whole assault is burned into my memory from watching it the first time. Instead, I focus on Felicia and Chris to see their reactions. It doesn't take long to see that Chris really is clueless, at least about the video.
Felicia's face screws up when the parts of her mother's hand in the assault play out. Disbelief shrouds her face as she watches the despicable things Julia does to Simone. She closes her eyes, so she doesn't have to watch it any longer.
I walk over and yank her head back by her hair, and clenching my jaw, I say, “Tell us again how your mother was a victim, Felicia!”
