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And if she does?
Even worse.
Senior would abandon me for weeks at the hotel. Before I was old enough to get wise, I fell asleep wishing he’d come home. Nine times out of ten, he crawled back to ream my tutors and kick my ass.
But that tenth time?
He’d bring a signed game ball. Custom-molded Italian loafers. Mirabelle plum jam, straight off the plane from Northeast France.
Treats to keep me dumb and tame.
I’d wait. And wait. When his briefcase hit marble, I’d vomit out my lungs, wondering if he was dishing out a present or another ass-ripping over my latest failure to perfectly rep the Barrington family name.
I’m a fucking sucker for treats.
If this omega reaches out, asks for help, gives me so much as half a smile…
I’ll let her hurt me ten out of ten times and never complain.
Fuck.
I drain the beans.
Tacos will make her love us.
Right?
Dany’s room is chaotic comfort. It reminds me of Lilah’s cozy closet at the OCC, just slightly bigger—an overflowing nest of bookshelves, notebooks, and K-pop posters.
Smells fresh and floral.
She’s beta for sure, because my skin doesn’t crawl.
I’ve never met Dutch’s sister, but I heard about her all the time after she was born. He showed off her baby pics like he was earning commission on views.
She must be a teenager now?
Or not.
When I flick through the closet Dany emptied when she and Lisa ran, her leftover clothes are all a little short.
I’d rather wear a moist potato sack than the cursed, itchy gown that’s sticky with sparkling peach after a drive-by with Bishop.
Sending Dany my undying thanks, I grab a pair of sweats, a T-shirt, and the neon pink track jacket with a lip logo that I wish weren’t a crop-top because it’s the only thing that’ll zip to hide my throat.
Then I check the window.
Barred.
In this neighborhood, it has to be. I’ll have to steal a screwdriver or sneak out the front.
But, shower first. I need to kill time. Wait for the guys to lower their guard. On my way out, I spot the City Cryptids cap hanging behind Dany’s door.
It’s embroidered with Reese’s number nine.
Totally stealing it when I bolt.
First, I steal into the bathroom and make deadly sure it’s locked.
