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I stare at her, horrified. I’ll need to make sure that never happens.

We all walk down the hall and Alto opens the locked French doors at the very end.

“I thought this was just storage or something,” she states. “I didn’t know you were hiding an entire room.”

“Well, no one was allowed to see it until you.” Alto pushes the doors open and Harlow holds her hands over her mouth as she gasps.

It’s huge. It’s probably the size of half the house. The bed goes from one wall to the other. It could easily fit ten people. We really wanted space. Each of us has a walk-in closet, one empty for the special woman we found who would accept all of us.

Well, the issue was me. No one could look at me.

The bathroom has a soaking tub and a large walk-in shower with a bench that I could see myself lying her down on and fucking her right there in the steam.

“Wow.” She tilts her head up to look at the inverted ceilings. “It’s gorgeous. It’s everything. This is what you want? Me? The baby? This is a lot—”

“Yes,” we all blurt at the same time.

“More than anything,” Alto adds.

“Whew, okay, good, because I have a few things in the car. Nothing I can’t handle, so I’ll be right back because I’m going to start moving in.” She kisses all of us quickly and we watch her go, smiling at her as she looks over her shoulder.

“Holy hell. I never thought today would end like this.”

“Me neither,” I say, my gut turning—she just went outside by herself.

I run through the house, fear unlike anything I have ever felt gripping me as I fling the door open and take the emergency stairway down.

I hear the guys behind me, our boots hitting the ground and reverberating in the stairwell. I push the door to the outside open to see her car there, it’s parked right next to our bikes.

But not her.

Her keys are in the middle of the road.

I bend down and end up falling on my knees when I pick them up.

Everything I’ve ever wanted, I’ve ever dreamed, was just taken from me.

I’m going to enjoy cutting scars down every inch of exposed skin this fucker has.

And it still won’t be enough to show him how marred this moment has made me.

23

HARLOW

“Wake up!”

A slap across the face has me waking up with a jolt. My head is killing me and I feel something warm dripping down the side of my neck. I try to lift my hand to see what it is, but my hands are tied. It’s probably blood. I groan when my vision blurs and I sway.

“You’ll be worth a lot,” a familiar voice says. “We’ve been waiting for this moment until you were here.”

I manage to open my eyes and see someone in front of me. It’s been years, but I recognize the man. Unfortunately, he looks a lot like Daddy.

My uncle.

But I won’t call him that. It’s a title he doesn’t deserve.

“There you are. Hey, Harlow.” He squats down to get on my level, elbows on his knees as he tilts his head at me. “Oh, jeez. You’re bleeding. Let me get that.” He whips out a cloth from his back pocket and I jerk back when he tries to touch me.

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