Page 2 of Unholy

“How’d it go?”

“Same as always,” I reply.

“Did he give you new meds?” I nod my head, lying to her.

“Yeah. I’ll give them a try,” I lie to her again. He didn’t give me shit, and I sure as hell aren’t going to try anything new either. I wish she would understand this, but she doesn’t.

“Good. Did you talk about the wedding?” she asks softly. I rest my hand on her shoulder and nod.

“I’m fine, Mom. As long as he treats you well, that’s all I’m concerned about.”

“You know he does, Tristan.”

“Then I’m happy for you. Let’s go. I’m starving.” She smiles and we both climb in the car before she takes off.

“I did tell you that Ash is moving in with us too, right?”

“Yeah. I’m thinking about moving into the warehouse anyway. It’s almost ready.” I have a warehouse. My dad left it to me when he died a long ass time ago, and I converted it into a livable space. That’s where I spend a lot of my time.

“You don’t have to do that. I think it’ll be nice having us all under one roof, at least for a little while. Will you at least think about it?” she asks, pulling into the restaurant parking lot.

“Yeah, of course. Maybe just a few months until I finish upgrading the warehouse,” I tell her, just to make her happy. I highly doubt I’m going to stay at my mom’s any longer than I already have, considering I’m twenty-five fucking years old.

“Good. Let’s go eat. Ash will be here tonight, so you’ll finally get to meet her,” she says excitedly. I’m not as thrilled as she is, but for her I can do this.

We climb out of the car and head inside, where she leads me over to the table.

“Ted.” She bends down, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He doesn’t even greet her like a normal person should, and that makes me sick to my fucking stomach and ready to gut the bastard with my knife.

“Amy. Tristan.”

“What’s up, Ted?”

“This is Ash,” he announces, motioning across the table to his daughter. My eyes move to meet hers, and that’s where I’m lost. Big brown eyes gaze back at me with a mix of fear and intrigue.

Not that I would give her the time of day aside from playing with her a little. She’s a fucking bible thumper, just like her dad. And my mom, apparently.

“Take a seat,” Ted says, causing me to pull my gaze away from his precious little daughter. I drop down into the seat next to her, sliding a little closer than I need to. Ted orders for everyone, annoying me further as conversation picks up between him and my mom. I turn to Ash and start to stare at her, making her uncomfortable.

“I’ll be-” I don’t let her finish her sentence. I lower my hand under the table and rest it on her thigh. Her breath instantly hitches as she slowly turns her head to look at me.

“What are you doing?” she whispers.

“What do you mean? I’m getting to know my new sister.”

“Move your hand,” she hisses at me.

“Nah, I like it there.”

“I’ll tell.”

“Oh no. Not a tattletale. What will I do?” I ask her in a condescending tone.

“Move your hand,” she demands, and I squeeze her leg a little tighter. She moves her hand under the table, trying to pry my hand off her, but it does no good. I’m not moving it until I’m damn good and ready.

“What is wrong with you?”

“Me? You’re the one being a little bitch,” I tell her. Her mouth parts, her cheeks turn pink, and I realize she has never been called that before. I smirk, knowing I’m the first.

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