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She’d had this nightmare before. It had always woken her up. I felt incredibly guilty for a second. But I reminded myself that I was here right now.
I was here to hold her and tell her the world felt dark at times, but she’d always have someone to turn the switch back on.
There was me.
Could there be someone else?
Maybe it was too soon to think that.
But oh, it was such a tempting thought. The heart and her treacherous ministrations, pushing me ever so tantalizingly close to hope.
Rory and her long hair.
Rory in a red dress, swaying her hips like New York at night.
An uneasy thought grasped the back of my mind, nudging and poking at it.
We needed to keep her safe. But Rory seemed like the kind of girl who would abhor anyone who tried to reign in her free spirit.
She didn’t know how dangerous East Harbor could be, or anything about the monster living within its walls.
The monster who had propelled me to work my ass off until I got my appointment letter. He’d given me a purpose I did not want.
Not just me, though. He’d done worse with Benji. And Noah? Noah had lost his chance at a future because of him.
That was what had tied us into an inseparable bunch. And now, Rory stood in front of us, breathing hope into the shabbiness we’d come to expect as routine.
We were living for revenge and to make sure Sally grew up with a happy heart. We’d just given up on the idea of happiness for ourselves.
Until Rory.
There was no way we’d lose our second chance at happiness. None.
21
Emory
Iliked my women curvy.
And Aurora Sullivan was a stunning specimen of youth and womanhood. She made me want to do things to her over and again.
She awoke carnal desires in me, a lust for youth and beauty and the things my wife could never bring to the table.
I ran my hands over her pictures. I had downloaded them from her social media profile. Some could call me a pervert—but my logic was simple. If you didn’t want the world to see you, why make a public profile?
Why show off in short clothes and sway your hips in bars, knowing you were surrounded by lecherous strangers?
Anyway, I was not intending to be a stranger to her. Oh, I’d get to know her intimately before I ravaged her.
Another perk of having close friends and relatives in the Board of Directors. Until and unless something catastrophic happened to Natasha Finch, I was safe.
People prayed to gods. I prayed to my holy aunt, Board president and devil extraordinaire. Even I was tame compared to her cougarish ways, her lust for youth, and her sheer venomous spirit.
Many people did evil things out of necessity. I didn’t care for them. They were wimps, honestly, boring idiots acting out of compulsion or some need for social justice.
In my experience, the scales would never be even.
So, when I came across the rare person who indulged in evil for the thrill of it, it did things to my heart. I’d claim loyalty to them in seconds.
