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“It’s time, Jordan,” I say, pushing back tears. The breath I take lies heavy on me, and for a moment, I can’t find the strength to hold myself. “Goodbye.”
Jordan and Ivy leave. Ever the polite boys of the family, Alex and Fylox insist on helping me bring the dishes back to the kitchen. I let them help while Kamila sits by Kendrick’s stroller, observing him while he sleeps.
She’s exhausted, and she’s more than ready for this baby inside of her to pop out.
I… I understand. Valentina was quite the troublemaker in my belly. At the time, Ryan was the easy baby, quiet and full of smiles. Thinking of him makes me choke up. My firstborn doesn’t deserve any caring thoughts.
We gave our all to our children, Travis and me.
Valentina has brought us more joy than we could have ever imagined. Penelope Jade is a precious child that I wouldn’t change for the world. Ryan, on the other hand… Well, my son tried to rape his sister. He hurt her with his obsession with the Wraith family.
He hurt us.
He’s being fucked to death in one of the sex punishment houses, and I don’t feel an ounce of empathy for him. His death will be slow and full of agony like he deserves it.
I go feral when my children are in danger, and it doesn’t matter who’s hurting who.
Eventually, Kamila, Alex, and Fylox leave with the baby. I drag myself up the stairs, my aching heart messing with my ability to focus.
I open the door to my bedroom, but I’m confounded when I set eyes on what I refer to as my bedroom.
“What did you do?” I ask, choking on air.
“I’m making you mine, min lycka.” With a grin of utter satisfaction, Måns stands in the middle of chaos. I quiver by the doorframe, overwhelmed by Måns. He pulls me toward him without a touch. “Crawl over to me on your pretty knees and show me your gratitude for taking away your pain.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
IVY
We’reon top of the palace, overlooking the breathtaking beauty of Katantia.
Nearby, the borders to the mainland are as intimidating as ever. Bright lights shape the tall fences and concrete buildings. If the peninsula’s border was intimidating before Jordan’s time as a security advisor, now, you avoid it all cost. It resembles a detention center with its claustrophobic tunnels that lead outside of Katantia.
It’s past midnight, and Kamila has gone to sleep already. Otherwise, she’d be up here with Jordan, Fylox, and me. They share a joint while I lean against the rooftop’s railing.
Jordan brought me here, and as if he senses our presence, Fylox joined us a little later.
From up here, I hear the ocean waves as they hit the shore. The wind blows my hair into my face, tossing it in whichever direction it wishes.
“Are you sure?” Fylox asks me, gesturing at the joint between his fingers.
I nod. “I’m okay, thank you.”
This is my rite of passage into the Wraith family. Jordan and I survived dinner together. Alex wasn’t as mean as I expected him to be. How could he be when Kamila kept him busy with Kendrick? Whoever held that little baby was bound to behave.
Felicita was kind, as always. Jordan told me that his sister had prepared a meal with coffee flavors in every dish last time. Since we currently obtain from coffee and sex, the dinner had a Mexican flavor to it instead, spicy, wholesome, and less experimental.
The rest of the family retreated to their respective bedrooms when the clock struck eight. Kendrick’s time to sleep ushered another section of the evening in.
It was time for Fylox to vet me.
Here we are now, on top of the palace.
My teenage prejudice about weed would have Jordan and Fylox giggling and cracking jokes while high. Instead, the men are somber, faintly relaxed.
“Tell me, Ivy. What are your intentions with Jordan?” Fylox asks. He puffs out smoke, staring into the night sky.
“I want him,” I reveal, goosebumps tingling my skin. I put on another dress for the occasion tonight. Silky and smooth, my dress hugs my body that feels alive after a couple of days in Jordan’s care. He doesn’t want to be my daddy, but he takes better care of me than any daddy I ever knew did. Sure, he deprives me of coffee and his sex, but… “He’s mine.”
