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“Course, ya do, you're my old lady,” Dev reminds me with a smile before he kisses me, and I decide not to ask him what he knows about my father. We can save that for another day.

Three Weeks Later

“You know I’m going to be the size of this clubhouse if you keep feeding me like this.” Alicia smiles up at Greaser after he hands her a fresh pretzel.

“I rode past the beach front and saw that cart you like, so I stopped off to get you one.” He makes out that it’s no big deal before he walks away, but we can all see how much he enjoys taking care of her.

“Vike looks like he’s about to blow a vein over there,” Lettie points out, nodding her head over to the table where Vike is sitting with Saint and Sasquatch. “Jealousy looks hot on him.” She laughs.

“Vike isn’t jealous, he just isn’t Greaser’s biggest fan, that's all.” Alicia rests back and picks off some of her pretzel.

“Come on, you're not stupid, Vike is obviously jealous,” Peyton tells her.

“I can guarantee you that's not the case.” Alicia refuses to believe it.

“And how can you be so sure?” I ask. It turns out that hanging out with the girls these past few weeks has been just the therapy I’ve needed. I spoke to them a few days after everything happened. I cried and let them comfort me, then I asked that they treat me no differently. I want to move on and forget. Dev hasn’t spoken to me about what he did to the men who hurt me, but I know they would have suffered.

“Because I may have accidentally kissed him a little while ago.” Alicia's confession interrupts my thoughts as her cheeks flush pink, and she refuses to look anyone in the eye.

“You didwhat?” Freya gasps,

“Relax, it was no big deal. I got a little swept up in the moment and kissed him, but he made it very clear that what we have is nothing more than friendship.” She pouts sadly and continues to eat.

“I don’t know…I see the way he looks at you, and this whole Greaser thing is clearly pissing him off,” Eden adds her thoughts. “Maybe the kiss just took him by surprise.”

“It petrified him. It was mortifying.” Alicia hides her face in her hands.

“Do you not feel anything for Greaser?” I ask her.

“He’s been very sweet, and I’m getting to see a different side of him.” She looks over to the bar where he’s standing, talking to Polly.

“You need a ride home?” We all look at Vike when he joins us at the table.

“I just got here.” Alicia looks surprised.

“Yeah, well, you look tired. Maybe you should go home, get some rest.” His eyes keep flicking over to Greaser, and I can’t believe that Alicia doesn’t see what's happening right under her nose.

“Well, thank you for the concern, but me and the girls have an afternoon on the beach planned.” She stands up and takes her pretzel with her as she moves out onto the balcony.

“Where's Dev today?” Peyton asks as we all get up to follow her out.

“He said he had something to take care of at the warehouse…” I answer her. “Come on, little man, you're coming with me. Momma needs to concentrate.”

Lettie smiles gratefully as I lift up little Rory and carry him outside with us. Leaving her to finish filling out her job application form. We all agreed to help her out if she gets a job; I can easily fit some time around my college schedule when I start in the fall.

“You think you and Dev will ever have kids?” Peyton asks, stroking Rory’s hair as we head down the stairs to join the others.

“I don’t know if kids are part of Dev’s plan. I’d like to think they are,” I admit, I’ve never really thought about it up to now, but the more I do, the more I smile. Dev would make a good dad. Despite what he believes, he did a good job of raising Corey.

“I’m sure you could convince him.” Peyton laughs, leaving me wondering as she takes Rory from my arms and rushes him across the sand to creep up on Freya.

I smile to myself before I join them, because despite all that's happened over the past few months, I can’t help feeling excited about what the future holds with my new, crazy, fucked up-family.

Ilook at the cunt that raped my girl and smile as I drop the baseball bat from my hand. The handle is dripping with blood from where I inserted it into his ass, and he’s got no more tears left to cry. His soul belongs to me now, and I get to decide how long I torture it. He’s willing for death to come so that his pain will be over, but I plan on keeping this fucker alive for as long as I possibly can.

“It fuckin’ stinks in here.” Sinner steps through the door, looking at the man on the floor, who's curled up like a fetus, and recoiling. “Is he even alive? The fucker smells like he’s already dead.”

I’ve kept him alive for three weeks, feeding him just the bare minimum and only bringing him out of his closet prison to torture him.

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