Defining Darkness - K E Osborn Page 0,61
would put yourselves and the club in danger, or you’d want to spend all your time with her. Either option wasn’t okay with him. All he wanted was you.”
Letting that sink in, I exhale. “While I guess it is kind of sweet, it’s also fucking selfish. He let me continue to think Ivy was out there being hurt. He knew I was struggling. The thoughts of Ivy being hurt were killing me constantly.”
“Trust me, Nycto was struggling. He wanted to tell you. Time and time again, but the further it went on, the harder it got. He adores you, Eva.”
“He made Ivy lie to me.”
Trixie exhales. “Ivy thought it was for the best, too. Everyone shares equal blame here.”
Her eyes aren’t deceitful as I look at her. I can tell she’s being honest with me.
“Did everyone at the club know what was going on? That Nycto was hiding me, and Ivy was downstairs?”
“Yes… we knew because by having you both at the clubhouse puts us all in danger. Nycto stole you from prominent and manipulative buyers, Eva. They needed to be compensated for the loss of their goods. If Nycto couldn’t compensate them for you both, then he would most definitely have been in trouble... that burden weighs heavily on him. He won’t only be in deep shit with all the brothers here, but the rest of the Royal Bastards will come after him for putting issues back on the club. He’ll be in… for a world of hurt, Eva, if this gets found out.” She grimaces. “I honestly don’t think you’re truly gripping the seriousness of the situation.”
A knot forms in my stomach. “W-Would they k-kill him? For taking us?”
Trixie raises her brow. “Depends on who we’re talking about. The club? Possibly, but they’re more likely to keep their punishments in-house. Your buyers? They are the wildcards. They’re the type to not only kill him but everyone in the clubhouse as well. Then take you and Ivy back just for funsies. Then God only knows what they’d do to you both.”
“So, Nycto took us both with the understanding this was the possible outcome?”
She licks her lips. “Nycto took you knowing this was the outcome. Then you changed the benchmark by demanding your sister go, too. He had no idea what he was doing when he took you, so when your sister was included, there were no plans in place. He winged it every step of the way.”
“I still don’t understand why he kept us apart.”
Trixie sighs. “He may not have gone about it the right way, but Eva, Nycto likes you. This was his way of showing you that.”
“Keeping me from my family is showing me he likes me? Yeah, right!”
“He wanted to spend as much time with you before you found yourself so occupied with Ivy you had no time for him. He wanted a chance with you…” she pauses then continues, “I mean, you have to know him a little bit by now, right? He doesn’t do things in the ‘normal’ way. He has a weird way of doing things because of the way he was brought up. You have to find it somewhere inside of you to understand that in his own fucked-up way, everything he’s done, he’s done so he could spend more time with you.”
Something flows through me. I’m not sure what it is. Sadness for Nycto that he was raised in such a fucked-up way, that the only way he shows true emotion is by doing it so incredibly wrong. Or is it an underlying feeling that I should forgive him because he’s so damaged, and he thought he was doing the right thing?
I shouldn’t roll over, of that I am sure.
He hurt me, whether he was trying to spend time with me in the only fucked-up way he knew how or not. It doesn’t excuse the fact he hid my sister from me and down and out lied about her to my face.
How can I believe anything he says to me?
“I don’t know how to trust him. How can I believe anything he says?”
Trixie shrugs. “Let him show you in his actions. Let him, Eva. In all my time here, I’ve never seen the president behave with anyone the way he does with you. The way his face lights up when he says your name. You’ve woken something inside of him that I’m not sure any of us even knew was there. So, thank you… thank you for turning him into someone