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Cian

“What did I miss?”

I look from Liam to Sariah. Her mouth falls open, but nothing comes out. She gasps like a fish for breath when Liam’s huge palm flattens along the back of her head and pushes her between her knees.

“What the fuck, Liam?”

“She’s hyperventilating.” With that, he turns his device to me.

On the screen is the biggest cock I’ve ever seen… the biggest cock I’ve never wanted to see.

“The fuck.” I stare at Liam.

“Brother.” It’s a warning

He pulls the image back and right there in technicolor, in Sariah’s living room, is Renée tucked in the corner of the sofa, phone in hand, eyes blown wide.

“I…” Trying to form words escapes me, and I leave the thought hanging. Where did she get porn? How did she get it? And why? “How?”

“I have to go.” Sariah stands so quickly she nearly springs from her chair. “I have to go.” She starts running before she returns for her purse and flies from the room.

Liam looks at me, boring holes through me.

If I could clench myjaw, I would. “Go.”

He does, bending to grab her shoes by the bed, and taking off after the terrified woman.

I round the bed for my phone.

Me: Don’t let her drive.

I get a mere thumbs-up in return.

Sariah

Porn?

Porn.

Fucking porn.

My daughter understands biology. We talk plainly. But I’m not interested in her getting her education from an industry with a fucking soundtrack.

I’m at the elevator bank, slapping at the metal doors when a presence materializes at my side. That’s not exactly true, but it feels like it. I hear two loud smacks and look down to see my shoes on the ground in front of me. I hadn’t even noticed I wasn’t wearing them. Hot pink socks slide inside just as the doors open and I fly through, shooing along the visitors and whomever else dares to be here.

The clunk of boots enters with my pitter patter, and a tatted finger presses the button for the garage breezeway level.

“Keys.” Liam extends his palm and waits.

No. Why? I’m not going anywhere with him. I’m the mom. I’ve got this.

“Sariah. Keys.”

“No.”