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“Sally can do whatever the fuck she wants,” Luca growls.
Even though they are annoyed with the messages, it must have been the right answer as smiles emerge, and laughter rings out.
I watch Sally fidget for the millionth time during the two-hour drive. She sits in the passenger seat beside me. Luca loungesin the back, pretending to be at ease, but I see his trepidation. He’s not worried about confronting a rabbit, but how our mate is going to deal with the outcome. Her dad lives on a small farm in the middle of nowhere. He’s been close enough that it would only take a couple hours to come see her, yet he sends her flowers, perpetuating his hatred. I can’t imagine a reason he could give to get me to think anything of him but disgust. Luca feels the same. We’ll do anything to give Sally what she wants.
When we arrived at the apartment full of women, it was trashed. Allie explained since our scent was mixed with Sally’s all over the place, our mate had a difficult time allowing her friends to sit anywhere. She’s extremely possessive. We’ll have to buy a house since we’ve fucked her everywhere in her place. I’m not sure anyone will be able to visit her again if she doesn’t get it under control. They were finally able to gather around the island since the smell wasn’t as strong. The woman found it hilarious instead of frightening.
“Maybe he won’t be home,” Sally whispers.
“We don’t have to do this,” Luca says.
“Yes, I do,” she responds.
“I can turn around. We can come back,” I offer.
“I haven’t seen the man for years. He tried to kill me the last time, so it’s a bit uncomfortable,” she says, shifting in her seat.
“He won’t hurt you,” Luca growls.
“I know. You guys would kill him before he laid a finger on me. I’m worried about the pain that isn’t physical.” She rolls down the window. “Are we almost there?”
“Yes.” I place my hand on her thigh. “He’ll smell you coming.”
“Good,” she says softly. “I want him to be afraid. He’ll sense you with me.”
“So we can’t kill him on sight?” Luca asks.
“No,” she laughs. “If any killing needs to be done, I’ll do it.”
“Fuck, your violence turns me on too,” he says.
“Good. You might see plenty of it today,” she mumbles as a small house comes into view. It’s worn down, and the lawn is full of weeds. If I didn’t know better, I would think it was abandoned. A man opens the door as we park. He squints, his face filled with anger.
“Tricks,” Luca hisses.
“It’s okay,” she whispers, trailing her hand down her dress. “How do I look?”
“Beautiful,” I say softly, emotion thickening the words. I don’t know if she did it on purpose, but the long yellow dress she wears looks exactly like the flowers. She nods and opens her door. We follow and are at her side before she steps out. Her father descends the rickety steps.
“Why are you here? I don’t want to talk to you.” As the spiteful words leave his lips, I rush him. My hand is around his throat as I slam him into the side of the deck.
“The least you can do is listen to the daughter you tried to kill,” I snarl, my fangs visible and ready to bite. My demon is ready to tear him into pieces.
“Boyfriend,” Sally says, her hand pressing against my back. “I thought it would be Luca who threatened him. Let him go, please. He’ll listen.” He nods shakily, and I push away.
I’ve never felt such rage. If he makes a move toward her, I’ll kill him.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Sally
Atlas paces away, his body filled with tension. Luca circles my waist, lifting me back five feet, gluing me to his chest. I study the man I haven’t seen since I was twelve. Shifters don’t age much, but he has. His clothes are hanging on his skinny body, and the wrinkles on his face are deep. The weeds are clinging to his ankles. The yard has gone to shit. I don’t think he cares about much. My stomach is swirling. I don’t fear him. I pity him.
“Hey, Dad,” I say.
“Why?” he asks.
“Why, what?” I cross my arms. “Why am I alive? Here? Why do I care if you are doing well?” I shake my head. “These are my mates, Atlas and Luca. I would be nice if you don’t want to die.”
