Page 212 of Restless
Neither does Outlaw.
He’s gone.
Dad’s here.
Outlaw isn’t.
Mom, mom, mom.
Mompraybloodpraymomblood.
The words jumbled in Rule’s brain.
Stop, please! Go away!
Blood. Pray. Mom. Blood. Mom. Pray.
At least the words had separated and were distinct. In a fog, he watched everyone stand. Dad placed an arm around Mom’s shoulder and guided her toward the door. Everyone followed.
Rule remained seated, his heart pounding and an abundance of warmth swirling through him. Overheated and dizzy, he prayed for silence.
“Brother?”
She loves you.
She hates you.
She placed a hand on his shoulder. “Come on,” she said softly.
Tears settled into his eyes. “They won’t stop, Reb.”
“I love you anyway.”
“You hit me.”
“And I’ll hit you again, if you fuck with me.”
Pussy! You stabbed Bash. Kill her!
“I love you, Reb. I never want to hurt you. I…you made me cry and I don’t feel much pain anymore.”
“Either I have a killer punch or our connection as twins makes you more vulnerable to me.” She tugged his arm. “Come on. I want to dance with you and Diesel.”
Standing, Rule sighed.
She’s a selfish cunt, Rule.
“Dad will kill him, Rebel. Think carefully.”
“What are you talking about?” she asked, the picture of innocence. “I’m over Diesel.”
She’s lying.
“Do you swear, Rebel?”
Don’t believe her.
“Yes.”
