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Dusty steps closer. “All of us, but I picked the place. The cleaning staff here are renowned for accusations of molestation, and I offered a very generous bonus to a large janitor if he makes you come when he rapes you. He’s going to try really hard to get you off, Jack. May take him a few tries, until you learn to submit, but he came highly recommended by a friend. I have faith he’ll get you there.”
Jules steps forward too. “We know you have a real thing about men, fucking each other, but we know that comes from ignorance and a lack of experience, so we added the generous amount of anal penetration to your unofficial treatment plan to help you with that. Call itoccupational therapy. You’ll enjoy Graham the Janitor. He’s hung like a fucking horse, and he’ll loosen you right up. Just like the doctor ordered.”
They high-five each other and head out, and it’s hard not to laugh too hard at the look on our father’s face.
Atticus steps forward. “I don’t enjoy inflicting violence, but I remember your smile after the beating you gave my mother, and I’d like to limit your reasons to smile until you die. As you can see from the empty, gray walls, I’ve insisted there be no color in your life — for as long as that may last. Goodbye, Jack.”
He leaves without looking back, and Darius takes his place. “You pitted us against each other,” he says, looking at Lucius. “Two boys, born the same week to different mothers, kept separate long enough to believe your lies, and then brought together to compete. You made us think the winner would receive your love, but your love is no prize, Jack. The prize is the bond we formed, to turn on you. That’s a love that lasts forever.”
Loosh steps closer to the bed. “I play with dolls now.” He thumps Jack in the dick hard enough to make the air rush from his lungs as he folds into a fetal position. “You should have given me a doll, instead of a gun.”
Darius and Loosh leave together, and Thaddy uses the dirty end of an old mop, to push Jack’s head back, so he can look him in the face. “Thank you for teaching me hownotto be a father.” He sets the mop aside and sanitizes his hands.
“I hope you enjoy living out the rest of your days in this low-quality care facility, until you die alone. We’re not coming back to visit, and you have no friends or allies. Nobody is coming to save you. We will cease to acknowledge your existence the moment we leave. May you rest isolated in the eternal peace of no connection, father. It’s everything you deserve.” Thaddy bows his head, smiles, and then leaves.
Really panicking now, Jack calls for help, and tries to get out of the bed, but Cyrus steps forward and pins him down. He fastens the ready straps over Jack’s arms, body, and legs, pulling them tight to keep him trapped.
“Didn’t you hear him?” Cy asks, smiling. “Nobody’s coming.”
Daisy steps closer to Jack’s bedside, and our father’s wild, begging gaze fixes on her, as he pleads, “Daisy-Jane, help Daddy.”
She glances at Cyrus and winks. “Can I help you, Daddy?”
Cy bends her over the bed, flips up her skirt, and thrusts at her ass. He tugs her head back by her long, blonde hair, so she can grin at Jack’s horrified face.
“Look, Daddy. I’m a good girl,” she says.
Cy pulls her back into his arms and kisses her such tenderness, her limbs soon droop at her sides in submission. “Youarea good fucking girl. And now that Jack’s out of the way, it’s time to go home and make that baby I know you want.”
Daisy’s face lights up, and she throws herself into Cy’s arms for another kiss, before pulling back. “Just one thing before we go,” she says, turning back to Jack.
She winds up and slaps him hard, across the face. “That’s for making Cyrus think he wasn’t good enough to be loved. He’s a good boy.” She grabs Cy’s hand and guides it to the small of her back. “Take me home, so I can show you how good you are, Cyrus Montgomery.”
I watch them leave, and then it’s only me left standing in front of Jack.
He meets my gaze and groans. “Number Five. I should have known you’d stoop low enough to give a dying man a tortured send-off, you manipulative asshole.”
“I learned from the best,” I say with a shrug. “I had help, though. You have a lot of enemies, which made the string-pulling a lot easier.”
He looks me over and laughs. “You think you’ve got the last laugh. Don’t you, boy?”
I pretend to think about that a little, and then nod, unable to contain my smile. “Yup. Pretty much.”
Jack nods and smiles too. “Keep celebrating, Five, you smug little shit. You’ve been busy, haven’t you? Distracted by all the extra work I gave you, and setting up this unseemly sendoff for me. We’ll see how long you keep that smile when you check on your little girly.”
I drop my grin completely and watch his smile grow. “Kira?”
She steps out from behind the curtain. “Yeah?”
Jack’s jaw drops as far as his neck brace will let it.
Kira wiggles her fingers at him and tucks herself under my arm.
He looks between the two of us and shakes his head. “No.”
“‘Fraid so, old boy. Bested by your favorite, rebellious little lovebirds. Oh, and thanks for the holiday time with my son. He loves his new treehouse, and it gave Kira and me a head start, on making him a new little brother or sister.” I slide my hand possessively down Kira’s curves, to rest my palm against her belly. “We’ll be making more, too, I expect. We’ve got a lot of lost time, to make up for.”
“You tried to break us, but you failed,” Kira says, placing her hand over mine on her stomach. “You were such a lousy, impotent fuck, I couldn’t wait till Quin swung by each night, to wash away your breeding attempts and satisfy me with his bigger cock and fertile, high-quality sperm. You wanted us apart, but you only made us stronger. You didn’t break a fucking thing, and now you have nothing but that pretty neck brace, to show for your efforts.” She takes a step toward the door. “Right, Quin?” she asks, bending to tug the replica bracelet off her ankle.
