Page 70 of Disturbed Lucidity

“I don’t know how to be what Luc needs,” I whispered.

“Sweetie, he doesn’t want you to be anything but yourself.”

“I’m mentally sick, Remi. I have something called D.I.D.”

She nodded. “Dissociative Identity Disorder. I’ve heard of it, and so what? Solomon has autism. Daphne has Asperger’s, and my husband is fucking stupid. We all have our vices, Ivy.”

I chuckled at that.

“Look, what I am trying to say is don’t worry about what you can’t control. Just be yourself, and fuck those who think they know any better. Only you know what is best for you.”

“Remi, how can I be myself if I don’t know who I am?”

“What do you mean?”

“I grew up in a BDSM club in Miami, Florida. All I know is sex. My father trained me from the moment I could walk in how to pleasure a man. Men have used my body for their perversions for so long, it’s all I know. I’ve never even had a real kiss.”

“Luc hasn’t kissed you?”

I shrugged. “No.”

“That son of a bitch,” she groused. “Fuckers have no problem sticking their dicks in our holes, but God fucking forbid they show any kind of affection first. Oh no, all they care about is nutting and how fast they can fall asleep.”

“It’s different with Luc and me. We prefer the harder side of sex. There really isn’t room for all the emotional shit.”

“Sweetie, I don’t give a damn if he ties you to a fucking tree and pisses on your leg. If he can’t take the time to show you how much he cares for you before he sticks his dick in you, then he is no better than a fucking dog humping a bitch in heat.”

“Remi, can I talk with Ivy for a minute?” Solomon said, stepping up behind us, making himself known.

“Yep.” The sweet woman smiled, getting to her feet. “Gotta go check on Jesse anyway. I’m sure he’s found some trouble to get into by now.”

“He’s with Massacre over by the bikes,” Solomon quickly said.

“Thanks, and, Ivy, if you ever need to talk, just reach out. I’m always available for a sister.”

“Thank you, Remi,” I muttered while the woman walked off.

Looking up at Solomon, I said nothing as he frowned, before sitting on the ground next to me.

Neither of us spoke for the longest time. I guess we really didn’t need to. We’d both seen each other at our worst, and because of him, I was alive today. I often thought about the day he saved me and what I would say if I ever saw him again. I wanted to tell him back at the clubhouse but didn’t because there were too many people around.

“Thank you, Solomon.”

“For what?”

“You know what for.”

He grumbled, shrugging his shoulders as his brows furrowed.

“Didn’t come over here to talk about that.”

“Okay,” I whispered, unsure what to say next.

“How is he treating you?”

“Luc?” I asked, as Solomon glared at him. “Good, I guess. Why?”

“You happy with him?”

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