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"So, you're saying my mother was part of the club."

Oh, god, please just kill me.I had a hard enough time with all that without imagining my fucking mother skipping from bed to bed.

"Is," he corrects. "She is part of the club. I can assume you'll be discreet about all this, if only for her sake."

I'm hurt he thinks otherwise. At the same time, I get it. It's not his secret. He shares it with an entire community. I think back to Aryan's pool party, and consider the all-out orgy that must have happened after I left.

"Jesus." A horrific thought crosses my mind. "Have you…with my mother?"

Camden's usually a good driver, but he swerves as his eyes widened. He immediately corrects his course, but if anyone was following, they'd assume he was drunk. "What the fuck, Chase? No way."

Thank god."What am I supposed to think? You just told me you're part of the same kink club as my fucking mother."

He shakes his head. "We hang out by age bracket. You really think I'd fuck around in the same room as my parents?"

He makes a fair point.

I nod, somewhat reassured, though it's still a hell of a bomb he just dropped on me.

Yet, I start to understand a lot of things.

"That's why all the Heritage folk look at me all the time."

He nods. "You're a legacy. The club invited the Thorns and the Archers when we first settled in Thorn Falls. Some of the Thorns joined, your mother's family among them. She was raised like me. The Archers didn't. Your grandad was completely monogamist when his wife was alive. He joined recently, but only after her death. Your dad didn't grow up like our parents, and when he was invited in his college days, he declined." Camden shoots me a cautious look, as if to gauge how I'm taking all of that. "My parents told me you were conceived when Xavier attended the club for the first time. He fucked around a little, but he didn't want a repeat. Then your parents got married and your mother stayed in the club."

While my father chose to stick to one woman at a time.We have more in common than I ever knew.

"I told my parents the club wasn't for you ages ago."

"You did?"

He smirks. "It's not like you aren't generous. You are. But your favorite toys? You're not one to share, Archer."

I can't deny that. The very thought of letting anyone touch Erica makes me want to destroy something.

"I'll tell Rom to shut up about your mother," Cam offers. "But I figured it was past time we had this chat. I'm sure the rest of the club is going to stay on your ass for a while, especially after they take a look at your pretty girlfriend. They want the Archer family."

"Why?"

"Take your pick. Business, prestige, diversity. It's easier to negotiate stuff when you regularly shove your cock into your partner's ass, but after a while, we're all more or less related. We always need fresh blood."

"They can keep dreaming." I'm categorical.

"I know." Camden doesn't try to convince me, and I appreciate it.

We pass a sign indicating LA is mere miles away. "Are you driving somewhere specific?"

"Nah. I just figured I should get you out of the building before you killed Rom."

Rom's fate is yet to be determined, depending on whether he can keep his mouth shut.

"Let's go into the city if you don’t mind, then."

I have some shopping to do.

ChapterTwenty-Nine

Chase isn't in calculus,and I don't care. I don't care so much that I don't even notice it. I don't look for him at lunch, glancing at his table repetitively. And I sure as hell don't consider asking his friends if everything is all right with him in PE.

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