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“This feels kind of fucked up.” I glance at Wiley, who’s shoving the knocked-out Troy back into his luxury sedan that must have had a hell of a time traversing our dirt road mountain switchback.
I muster up a shrug. It’s close enough to caring, right? “You reap what you fucking sew. We’ll drop him off at the healer’s in town, give her a warning he might be volatile when he wakes up, and be done with him.”
“What if he cuts us off?” Troy asks nervously. “How are we going to support Morgan without that income?”
I shake my head. “He doesn’t have the ability to do that. I’ve had the lawyer in town check out the papers, and Alex has zero access to our inheritance or stake in the company. Now, if the company goes belly up, we’ll have issues, but that would fuckhim over as much as it would us. Did you see the underwear he’s wearing? He’d probably eat a silver pill before he gave up his shitty life of luxury.”
Morgan is still shaken up, rightfully so, but I’m pretty sure she’s more angry than hurt. Her leaving that joke of a man was the best possible outcome that could have happened, and I just thank our lucky stars that she did so before she got pregnant or gave up any more of herself to Alex.
She’s currently sitting in a hot bubble bath, locked in so that she can relax. We have the pleasure of dealing with Alex so she won’t have to see him again.
“We’ll owe the healer for dealing with him, that’s for sure,” Wiley says as he slams the back door on Alex’s now definitely concussed head. Oh well, not like he can feel it.
I dust off my hands and move towards our truck. “He can pay his own damn medical bill. While we’re in town, I want to pick up something that will keep him off our property. The spell shop should have something that will work.”
“Can you also maybe, I don’t know, buy something to erase his entire fucking memory so he won’t even think about Morgan anymore? That would ease my mind a whole lot,” my suave baby brother Troy says.
“I like your thinking. Let us get him down there and we’ll take it from there,” I suggest.
We leave Troy home in case Morgan needs him, and I follow Jake down in our vehicle. I grin maliciously every time Jake seemingly goes out of his way to run over a pothole or scrape the side of Alex’s car against branches that need to be trimmed off the road. Poor shiny car. It’s looking kind of rough.
It really doesn’t take much convincing to get the healer to take care of Alex, especially when we gave her his watch to do with what she will as a down payment. He doesn’t need it, and I’m sure he’s got plenty more at home in his stupid mini mansion.
After our dead weight is gone, Jake takes in the town. “We really need to get our girl down here to look around. She’d have a hay day at the spell shop.”
Even the air smells magical as we cross the threshold. From the jingle bells on the door to the actual wax candle chandelier, the whole place is a vibe. Morgan would indeed love it. “As long as it doesn’t rain again tonight, that shouldn’t be too hard to do. Just want to make sure Alex is gone first so she doesn’t have to accidentally run into him. Maybe give it a few days? She looked like she was ready to cut his fucking head off. She was eyeing the kitchen knives pretty hard, and I’m not as close friends with the Sherriff as I’d like to be before we help hide a body.”
Jake grins like I just told him our mate baked a homemade apple pie. “We should have let her. I guarantee the Sherriff would have looked the other way if we explained ourselves.”
I roll my eyes and shove him away from me as I wander the narrow aisles, grabbing a few novelty things to take home for Morgan before the owner greets us and helps us find the rest of what we wanted. She only deals spells to people with causes she approves of, so we have to give her a run down and let her touch our palms to see the truth of it before she’ll agree. She is fully on board with wiping Alex’s memory, so we drop off that potion to the healer so she can administer it to Alex before we make the trek back home.
Later when we have time, all we’ll need to do is slip the hair we stole from Alex into the border brew, give it a little sprinkle sprinkle, and the potion will keep him away from our home untilwe revoke the restriction. In other words, he shouldn’t be our problem once he leaves town.
It’s nice getting back home, knowing that Morgan is happy here and that all the shit with Alex is behind us. We can focus on what we want in our future with Morgan, without that cloud of doom hanging over us.
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A few days later, things are mostly back to normal. Morgan actually insisted we leave the blood stains on the stone, claiming it ‘brought her joy’ or something. Who am I to tell my beautiful girl no? She's been helping us in the garden, learning how to build planter boxes and raised garden beds, and she's picking up the building aspects of it pretty quickly.
We're trying to build an outdoor oasis that we can relax in together at night, and she's been helping us design it. We're putting in a big fire pit, nice wood Adirondack chairs, and whatever else she thinks about.
We’ve been trying to find ways to support her every day, and I know finishing her high school diploma is important to her, so we’ve made the call to get internet installed in a few weeks so that she can be connected out here. We've never bothered because we never had much reason to connect to the outside world when everything we really needed was in Trash Haven, but we would never deny her that access. It's a pretty high cost, sure, but it's not like the money's doing anything just sitting there.
“You ready to go?”
Morgan looks down at the oversized tee she’s wearing and the baggy sweatpants that we love taking off her so much and sighs. “I guess. Honestly, you don’t have to take me shopping.”
“Wrong,” Troy says as he slides by her with a kiss to her cheek. “We’re taking care of you. End of. Now get your cute ass in the truck.”
Her cheeks flush as she slips her feet into flip flops that are both totally wrong for this time of year and completely too big for her, pulling on my sweatshirt to stay warm. It always gets cold so much earlier up here in the mountains, and I think the three of us will all relax more when our mate has an actual wardrobe to pull from.
She silently watches out the window the whole drive, making me wonder if she’s trying to search her memories for anything that looks familiar. We haven’t talked about the day she wandered onto our land again, none of us feel a need to.
“So how big is this town, anyway? I’ve never even heard of it.”
I nod as I hit the stop sign at the bottom of our dirt road, making sure there’s no oncoming traffic before I go. “It’s big enough to sustain the population, but it’s by no means a city. They pretty much have everything you’d need though. Might not have a huge selection, but they’ll have stuff.”
“I’ve never had much, so I’m warning you now it’s going to be a little tricky for me to not feel guilty about spending your money. I know the value of a dollar, and I hate to waste it.”
