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“Dead serious. You know, that’s why my mom never had another kid. She was afraid.”

“Tristan,” she whimpers, but I want her softness. I don’t fucking need it.

“Fuck it, Ash. Fuck it all!” I walk over and grab Max, placing him back in his tank before storming to the bathroom. I turn the water on and wash my face, trying to control the anger in me.

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you, Tristan.” I huff a laugh and look over at her.

“After what I did to you? After what I plan on doing to you?”

“Which is?”

“Oh, now that’s a surprise, Little Nun.”

“I’m sorry your mom felt that way. It’s just … I’m not ready for a baby,” she tells me. I nod my head.

“I’ll get you the morning-after pill.”

“What is that?”

“It kills any chance you have of becoming pregnant,” I inform her.

“Isn’t that a sin?”

“Jesus, Ash. All we’ve been doing is sinning, and you’re worried about killing my fucked up sperm?” I ask her. She shrugs his shoulders as I dry my hands and walk over, pulling her into my arms. “Stop worrying so much. Just live.”

“Okay. What are we doing now?” she asks, grinning up at me still.

“What do you want?”

“You.”

“More of me?” She bites her lip, nods her head as I wrap my hand up in her hair, and tug her head back so she’s looking up at me. “You want all of me, don’t you? You want to see what it’s like to fucking own me, but you know what? It’s me who owns you.”

“I want to own you too,” she whispers.

“That’ll never happen, Ash. I’m the man. I’m the one who will own every fucking part of you, and when my time comes, and I slip into hell gracefully, I’m taking every last drop of you with me.”

Chapter 16

Ash

He’s laughing. It’s not something you hear from Tristan all the time, not a real laugh, anyway. And here he is, laughing. It’s the perfect sound as we walk down the street with his arm around me.

Tristan has been showing me more of his life, what he does, where he goes, and who he’s with. He even did something nice and stopped to get me ice cream.

For the most part, I think Tristan is misunderstood by many. Of course, he does erratic things, and sometimes they are beyond reason, but deep down inside of him, I think he has a good heart.

“So this is what you’re doing now? Does Ben know about this?” I hear Tim’s voice and stiffen in Tristan’s arms.

“Who the fuck are you?” Tristan asks him.

“I could ask you the same,” he responds, his eyes moving to me. I try to pull away from Tristan, but he doesn’t allow it.

“You really cheating on Ben? Are you some kind of whore now?” As soon as the words leave his mouth, I know it means trouble.

Tristan pulls away from me and grabs his knife so quickly that I barely have a chance to respond.

“What did you just say to her?” he asks, pressing the knife to Tim’s cheek.

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