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After he fucked me, he demanded I drop to my knees beside his desk, to be patted and stroked, like I was his prized pet.

For the rest of my shift.

Chapter Fifty

Borden

This BBQ shit was a real hit. All his men and their families and their dogs and probably their fucking taxmen were here. Kids ran around, getting sprayed at by water guns. Mal, a Lost Boy that had gotten quite close to Borden’s men, was behind the bbq. Emma was serving out plates, and Darlene was sitting peacefully on a patio chair, watching with a soft smile on her face.Yeah, this was better than those stuffy charity events.

A hand tugged at Borden’s pants. He looked down at a head full of blonde hair. Green eyes stared up at him. “What’s a good hiding spot?” Stasia asked, swallowing her giggles as she peered at Lincoln whose head was buried in his hands. He was counting to thirty in front of the hedges.

He fucking sucked at counting to thirty.

Borden picked her up quickly and set her down on a patio chair. He grabbed the extra picnic blankets from the table and guests’ jackets from an outdoor coat hook and buried her under them. She laughed so hard, the fabric shook. “You gotta be still,” Borden murmured, smirking as he turned away just in time for Link to shout, “15, 19, 16, 20! Ready or not, here I come.”

Borden took a seat nearby, next to Darlene. He pulled out his zippo, flicked it open and shut, watching Link run past a vibrating mountain of fabric. He heard Emma laugh with Hector. Hector was shovelling a burger down his throat, cracking jokes. A group of wives were gossiping at a table, talking shit about how men took forever to change a fucking kitchen tap. The husbands were talking sports and cars, casually drinking beers, oblivious of the utter shit talking happening feet from them.

Meanwhile, Borden and Darlene sat there, outside of the noise. They never fit in. They did well blending into the background. They liked it.

“This isn’t so bad,” Borden muttered.

“Hmm,” Darlene grunted. She was gripping her cane. It was new. She’d only just started using it.

Borden eyed it for several moments, feeling unusually drawn to the fact that she was slowing down noticeably. “You ever thought of moving in?”

He felt her eyes on him. He refused to look back. “I have a home.”

“You can keep your home. Noone’s trying to take that off you. You spend an awful lot of time here, that’s all. Some would even say that in the last six months you practically live here.”

She grunted again. “Then I’d have to see your face all the damn time.”

Borden smirked. “It’s a big house.”

“I don’t want to see death and blood and mutilated body parts.”

“I’m disgusted you think I would ever do such things on my property. I’m sophisticated, Darlene.”

Darlene chuckled, and it was genuine. “Indeed you are. All those secrets—”

“Come on, you must have a secret yourself.”

She thought of that. “I do.”

“Care to share one?”

“Since you cleaned up New Raven, I find you far less detestable,” she admitted. “I’m also very happy a certain man has died and that his daughter is thriving in your home. I appreciate your full disclosure about what truly happened.”

Borden blew out a breath. “That’s a big secret.”

She eyed Emma. “Don’t let my granddaughter know that.”

Borden mulled on that. “You don’t think it should have ended differently?”

“Theo’s demons would have latched onto her.” She frowned. “I didn’t trust that boy.”

“You think he was forced to mule in those early days?”

“I don’t think it makes a difference. Not in my eyes. All I know is he was no good for my granddaughter. Tell me, has she had a single nightmare in the last six months?”

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