Page 49 of Tangled Fates

I punched him immediately, but the psycho laughed.

“Tay says that even though her cunt is old she’s still tight as ever. He’s the lucky fucker who gets to fuck the mother and the daughter,” he said, before I punched him again. “He said the only reason we haven’t gotten the chance to run a train on her was because of the witch, but she did tell Tay to sleep with her so maybe it's a possibility for?—”

Soren snapped his neck, his body falling to the ground in a loud thump. It wasn’t the smartest idea, but he deserved to die with all the vile shit he had said. For added measure, the grumpy cat was batting at his face. Glancing behind me, Ria stared at Demitri as a single tear ran down her face. She looked devastated. It seemed she wasn’t as innocent as I thought, but I hoped it was all consensual.

Goddess, I prayed that she had said yes to him because the day we ran into Tay was the day that man would stop existing.

19

ORIA

Soren snapped his neck and I expected to feel regret or remorse, but all I could think of was, good riddance. What hurt the most was Tay’s betrayal. Did everyone know we slept together? Was it a running joke that he had taken my virginity? I couldn’t believe he had slept with me and mother.

Nausea churned in my stomach. He used me.

My heart broke thinking that he played me for a fool, but not just that, he did it because Mother had instructed him to. I knew she wasn't going to win mother of the year awards, but it felt like she had fabricated every piece of my life to keep me here.

Gray and Soren said something amongst themselves. I turned to walk back inside, not able to enjoy being outside, even though I wasn’t chained to the wall anymore. I walked up the steps when strong arms picked me up. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around them as I tried to make sense of all the information, wondering what was true and what wasn’t.

I pushed my face into their neck hoping it was Gray, but even if it was Soren, it didn't matter. I was so starved for human touch that I was willing to get it from the asshole who thought I was out to get them. A hiss from Loki eased my tension a little, even when the twin cursed at him for getting between his legs.

They walked me to the kitchen before sitting me on a bar stool, walking to the fridge. The other twin walked into the room as they worked in comfortable silence until I had a BLT with chips and a tea in front of me.

They didn’t say anything as I ate my food, wondering what was going on. They cleaned up in silence, working effortlessly together. When I thought I knew who was who, something one of them did would make me change my answer. They stood side by side as I took my last bite with mirroring stances.

I was in one of the twins' arms before I swallowed the last of my food. He held me protectively, igniting a longing in me that I had pushed so far down. Why did they feel so good? Why did it feel right?

He set me down on my bed, looking down at me as I looked up at him. The twins were both dressed all in black, tight shirts and pants that had many pockets. When they first arrived, they also had on a black vest that had many pockets too.

It made me wonder how many potions, artifacts and who knows what else was in those pockets, but if I had one, at least one pocket would be dedicated to food. I couldn’t help but smirk at the ridiculous thought I had just had.

“What’s funny, Blondie?”

Soren.

“Nothing,” I said, not wanting to divulge my chaotic mind.

“Look I know we haven’t seen eye to eye but are you being held captive here?”

His expression was flat, not giving anything away and I wondered why Gray wasn’t here.

“Captive?” I didn’t know how to answer his question because now I didn’t know.

“Yeah, are they holding you here against your will?”

Was Mother holding me captive? When I didn’t say anything, he sighed.

“Can you come and go as you please?” He squatted in front of me.

“No,” I whispered.

He nodded like he knew the answer.

“Are you the person who makes the vials of Oria?”

Yes was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t do it. Once I told him who I was, I knew it would change everything.

“I know you have no reason to trust me, but things are slowly making sense for me,” he said, grabbing my hand, easing my anxiety. “Gray is everything to me and the thought of him being taken advantage of makes me fiercely protective.”

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