Page 58 of Quiet Confessions: Part Two

Lifting my feet off the other end of the couch, he sits and starts to rub my feet. I moan and Ki gives me a look that has my panties ruined.

“Get moving, love birds,” Cal smirks. “We have some spying to do. It’s time to find out what Sharon’s agenda is. I have a feeling the woman is a dirty, money-grabbing asshole.”

I hate to say it, but I think he’s right. Sighing, I pull my feet away from Nate.

“Raincheck on the foot rub, please?” I grumble. It’s hard to be an adult. I don’t like it.

Nate simply chuckles as I shove my feet into a pair of shoes as he agrees.

We end up back in the basement of my home and I make sure all the fucking lights are on. This place gives me the creeps. My mom always kept me away from here, but she’s still on vacation so she will never know.

“What are we looking for?” I ask, and Ki sighs. He looks exhausted and I know I’m partly to blame. I haven’t been sleeping well. I guess you can call it PTSD or something, but it sucks and nightmares wake me up.

Even though I try to keep the screaming to a minimum, I still think about how close I was to never coming home. Some of my nightmares are still alive and walking around free, and one day soon I’m going to need to deal with that. I don’t have time for therapy right now, so I’m going to keep moving for now.

“Anything with Sharon’s name. I know there was a folder here somewhere, but I didn’t open it,” he mutters and I nod.

Cal is next door at his house, going through his dad’s office while he’s out of town, and Rooke is upstairs in my room with Nate, packing me some more clothes. I was running out of bras and Ki’s washer likes to eat them.

I think a shopping trip is in order soon. Maybe I can get Hana to come with me. I really need a girls’ day. I love my guys, but sometimes the testosterone is so thick I could choke on it.

Cal returns, and he looks ill. He hands Ki a folder and walks out of the room. “What is it?” I ask, and Ki shakes his head.

“I don’t know, but by the look on his face I’m going to say nothing good."

We walk up the basement steps and head toward my room. It’s late and we all have school tomorrow. I didn’t really find anything while I was in the basement, and I’m tired. “Let’s just grab the others and head home. I could use a drink,” I mumble and Ki pulls me into his arms and kisses my head.

“We will figure this out, Pay. We all love you and won’t let Nixen get his hands on you again. Last time was a fucking fluke. I will kill him with my bare hands if I have to,” he swears and I shiver.

“Unless you want me to fuck you here in this kitchen, Ki, we better go.”

Rooke chooses that moment to walk into the room and his eyes are wide. “Fuck, Pay, just the thought of you bent over another counter has me dripping.” I roll my eyes and walk toward the back door.

“Make sure all the lights are off, I’ll be in the car.”

“It looks like Cal found something, and he wasn’t very happy about it.” Ki sighs. “Let’s wait till we get home to look at it all.”

Ugh, it’s going to be a long, uncomfortable ride home. I’m right, and Cal fumes silently as we drive home. I can’t handle it anymore, turning as we walk into the apartment.

“Someone spill. What’s going on with Sharon?” I ask.

Ki opens the folder, grimacing at the first photo and handing it to me. Oh, that’s something I could have lived the rest of my life without seeing.

Sharon Gatem is blindfolded and naked, tied up on a bed. She’s facing the headboard, and the photo shows the woman in all of her glory. I can see a cock in the frame of the photo, and a hand that looks remarkably like Nixen stroking it.

“Oh, my God,” I mutter, horrified. “Who isn’t your father fucking? I’m sorry, but he needs his dick cut off.”

Nate looks sick as he peeks over my shoulder at the photo. “Fuck, that’s just… special.”

“How long has she been sleeping with our father? Was it before the fire?” Cal is livid, and I can’t blame him. Every step we take to finding out a hint of truth just has our list of questions increasing.

“I am so sick of this shit!” Nate snaps, and I lean closer to him to rest my head on his shoulder. Rooke is digging through all the papers and I could kiss him. He has nothing to do with all this drama, but because he loves us he’s willing to help us dig for the truth.

“Wait. Yes, your father is a piece of shit who can’t keep it in his pants, but think about everything she might know,” I murmur. I want to be the voice of reason right now, despite how much this is hurting them.

Nixen Reynolds has made hurting his sons into an art form. It’s amazing how much our parents have managed to fuck us up. We all have attachment issues, irrational fears when it comes to relationships, and most of all, trust issues.

Maybe we can bring both my grandfather and Nixen down once and for all. We deserve some happiness after all of the bullshit that they’ve put us through.

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