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He went back to being silent, and I looked back through the window to see Church had moved Sirena to the couch and was between her legs, Stitches’s dick buried in her throat while Sin and Ashes watched.

Someday, I’d be in there with them.

I breathed in, vowing it would be sooner rather than later.

It was time I claimed her.

Maybe Mirage was right.

I just needed to do it.

STITCHES

It was a long two weeks.

Mostly because the doc didn’t make it to check on Cady, so we had to listen as Church stormed around.

Sirena still wasn’t home living with us, but I figured that had more to do with her trying to spend as much time as possible with Bryce.

Or Shadow.

The guy was growing on me as much as I hated to admit it.

They came over for dinner a few times a week. Sometimes I’d take Sirena into my room and fuck her. Sometimes Ashes or Church would join me.

It hadn’t gone unnoticed by any of us that she and Sin hadn’t been together. They were close and talked. They kissed. But he didn’t fuck her.

It was concerning.

But if it bothered her, she didn’t seem to want to talk about it.

And I would know because my sign language was getting really good, but it was mostly because Church banned speaking in the house unless it was sign language. I had no choice but to get my head wrapped around learning it.

Church had thrown a whole ass potato at me last week and nailed me in the balls with it when I’d asked where the butter was while he and Ashes were peeling potatoes in the kitchen.

“Where’s Church?” I asked, coming into the living room to see Ashes and Sin playing video games.

“Upstairs,” Ashes said, his focus not breaking as his character shot Sin’s character.

I turned and went upstairs and stopped outside Church’s door when I heard voices. I pressed my ear to the wood and listened as Cady’s soft voice came out.

I frowned. Church hated Cady. The fact that he had her in his room with the door closed made me nervous.

“I don’t like that dress,” Church said.

“Why?”

“Because it’s fucking ugly. You’re pregnant. Have some damn class.”

“What isn’t classy about it?”

“That fact your tits are half hanging out? Or that if you bend too far over I’ll see your ass.”

She sighed. “I just feel gross. This dress makes me feel…pretty.”

Church was quiet for a moment.

“Then do whatever makes you happy.”

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