Page 58 of Deadliest Throne

“You’re due soon, right?” Dynika takes a seat on the chair next to the window as I adjust myself on the bench.

“I’m due next month.”

“That’s exciting.” Her eyes light up. “Are you nervous about being a new mom?”

We talked a little bit yesterday, but I didn’t feel like going deep into my life story, seeing how I just found out I had a sister. After having some time to process, I feel like I can trust her.

I might not have revealed much about my life, but Dynika told me every little detail about hers.

Each new thing I learned broke my heart. Like the fact that she grew up on her grandparent’s farm. They passed away before Dynika was born, and it was left to her mom in the will.

Her mom sold everything worth any money to feed her addiction and was too high to take care of the place properly, so by the time Dynika was old enough to understand what was going on, the house was run down and being foreclosed on.

She said they lived far away from any town, so she never left the farm. Her mom would get rides with random guys, leaving her alone for hours and then coming back with a little bit of food. It was only ever enough to just keep them alive. My heart fucking broke. She lived like that until she was sixteen.

Until our monster of a father came and took her. No wonder she didn’t put up a fight.

“I’m not exactly a new mom,” I let her know. “I have a son, Andrew. He’s a few months old.” Tears fill my eyes as I think about my sweet boy. I know he’s well taken care of, I just miss him so damn much.

“A few months.” Her brows furrow. “I might not know much about the real world, but I know from Gray's Anatomy that you can’t have more than one baby at a time. And it takes nine months to grow one. Something is not adding up.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Andrew is adopted. My boyfriend, Quinton, his sister is his birth mother. She...” I sigh. “She was like your mom.”

“Oh.” Her eyes widen. “And she gave you her son?”

“No,” I say, feeling a little defensive. “She sold me her son.”

“Oh.” She gives me a sad smile. “I’m glad you got him. I’m glad he’ll never have to live with the hurt and pain like I did.”

“Dynika,” I say softly. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” She brightens up. “It’s fine. It’s kind of all I knew, you know? I didn’t expect anything else. So, tell me more about your guys.”

“They were my best friends before they became more.” I smile, leaning back onto the bench. “I knew as soon as I met them, they were mine. And as I got older, those feelings grew. I was in love with them for years before anything happened. And I knew they wanted me too. But they never tried anything.”

“Why not?” she asks. “If you love each other, why not just be together.”

"You would think that." I laugh. "But I didn't know about the darker side of their lives. To me, they were my best guy friends, my everything. I thought they worked at a car garage. Little did I know, they were the leaders of the crew that ran our little town."

“Bad boys.” She nods, smiling. “I like them too.”

“Something we have in common, then.” I grin and her whole face lights up like I gave her amazing news.

“Yes! I bet we have more in common.”

We spend the rest of the morning talking about little things like TV shows, songs, and movies. It’s nice not to focus on the heavy stuff, and it’s what I needed as a distraction.

That is until someone barges into my room.

Dynika jumps to her feet, standing in front of me. “What do you want?” she growls.

“I’m not here for you,” the tall, bald guy in a black suit says. “He wants to see her.” He points to me, and my stomach drops.

I don’t want to see him. I’ve been more than okay with the fact that no one but Dynika has been by.

“I’m coming too.” She juts her chin out.

“No. You're not. He wants her, alone,” he says, storming over to us.

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