Page 32 of Unholy

“They’re not fully grown yet. They’re basically babies.”

“That’s a baby?” I ask, not sure I heard him right. There’s no way. Those things are huge.

“Yeah.”

“Aren’t they dangerous?”

“If not handled correctly, they are, but I know what I’m doing.”

I shrug as he tugs my arms around him and then revs his bike. We take off down the road, and I smile behind the helmet. I love this. I know it’s only the second time I’ve been on his bike, but this is perfect.

He stops the bike at the same place I hid in his trunk. When the helmet is off, Tristan grabs my hand and leads me down the steps and inside the place once again. This time, he crosses the room with me in tow and drops down into the chair, pulling me into his lap.

“Well, look who decided to come see us,” one of the guys sitting there says as he eyes me and Tristan.

“You miss me, fuckers?” Tristan asks.

“Thought you were locked up,” the other says.

“They released me after seventy-two hours.”

“I take it you’re not on the meds?” Tristan shakes his head as if they should have already known that and then orders a few beers and a shot. I watch him take down the shot and then the beer like it’s nothing before he offers it to me. I shake my head. I’m not a drinker and never have been.

“You wanted to see what it was like,” he tells me. He goes on and introduces me to his friends as I sip on the beer, even though it’s nasty.

“So you’re the stepsister, huh?” Andy asks.

“That’s me.”

“He said you were a bible thumper,” Rod inserts himself into the conversation now.

“I am. I was. I honestly don’t know what I am anymore,” I admit to them.

“Nothing wrong with that. Fuck, we don’t know who we are most days. The thing is, you should never let anyone tell you what or who you should be, right? You’re your own person. There shouldn’t be any fucking judgment from anyone.” He’s right. I shouldn’t be judged for who I want to be, but I don’t know who that is anymore.

Tristan has shown me a side of myself I didn’t know I had, and now I want to explore that more. But if my dad finds out, he’ll surely lock me away so I can never see Tristan again.

“I’m just enjoying feeling free. I don’t think I’ve felt that in a long time,” I tell them. Tristan’s hand clamps down on my thigh, giving it a little squeeze when another girl comes walking over.

“What’s this?”

“What’s what?” Andy asks her.

“Who the hell is she?”

“She’s my girl,” Tristan tells her. I can see the anger in her gaze and by the way she looks at me, she isn’t happy I’m here.

“Since when?”

“Since I fucked her senseless, that’s when.” I tense a little, not knowing he was going to tell her that, but then again, Tristan isn’t one to hold back.

“Was that before or after I sucked you off?” she asks. Now, I move off Tristan’s lap and rush toward the stairs as quickly as I can.

I hear him laughing behind me, but when I rush up the steps, he’s already there, wrapping his arm around my waist and dragging me back into him.

“Let me go.”

“You wanted this, Little Nun.”

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