Page 109 of Ramsay

The pretense makes my stomach roll but with these fuckers, it’s the only way to find answers. The only one who seems resistant to the sham is Oliver who stands stiffly beside me. Diem still has a weird as fuck grin on his face.

Tilting my head, I stare at Ramsay through the veil of my hair as he says, “We tried to do what’s right, but you wouldn’t listen. Now we’re going to take what we want.”

“You…want…me?” I say slowly. Am I being punked? Idly I search his hands for his phone, but I see no evidence that this is being recorded.

With a sigh, Ramsay grabs my chin and says, “Yes.”

Okay now I’m really confused. What kind of diabolical shit is this? I guess they took my comment about dicks and blow a little too seriously.

“All of you?” I chuff, shaking my head.

With a chuckle, Ramsay tightens his grip but his eyes light up with fire when he rasps, “The only one fucking you will be me.”

Okay. My insides liquify at the heat in his tone and I resist the urge to squirm. Focus. Play the game.

Exhaling slowly to regain my damn dignity, I say, “So, everything before? It was what?”

Diem coughs into his hand as Ramsay leans back with a weird grunt. He runs his hands through his hair, leaving the strands on end. The disheveled look is so at odds with his usual demeanor that I’m taken aback.

Is he? This isn’t real, right?

“Willow,” he says. “Our life isn’t for you but it’s too late now. We can’t go back. You’re here and you’re stubborn fucking soul refuses to back down. It’s time to move forward…with you.”

My heart’s beating so hard I think I might have an attack of some kind. I'm confused, exhilarated, suspicious, and it’s all swirling through me in an unending loop of dizzying emotions.

However, I’ve been burned too many times to take this lightly.

“How do I know this is the truth?” I ask and Ramsay smiles.

“We share a secret, and in return, you share one of yours.”

“You first,” I mutter. Yeah, right, fuckers.

“Of course,” Ramsay says with a sardonic smirk. “Oliver?”

With a grimace, Oliver looks at me and says, “My dad fucked a student and impregnated her. I have a half-sibling who goes to school with us.”

Holy shit. That’s…? Wow.

“Who?” I breathe, my jaw at my knees.

“Hailey.”

“What?” I exclaim. “Wait, her parents are older.”

“Her grandparents are raising her,” he says simply.

“Does she know?”

He shakes his head and I glance at Ramsay with wide eyes. No fucking way. Hailey? Mr. G really is a creeper. Gross.

“You see,” Ramsay says, cutting into my thoughts, “we share, and now you do.”

Uneasily I glance between them. They’ve given me information I never could have guessed but to what end? Do I trust? If this is another scheme to break me, it would be the biggest mistake ever but what if this is real?

Can I give them enough to appease them while I consider the shit ton dropped on my head?

“You know all of my secrets,” I say.

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