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a pig. “You sound exactly what you’re going to be lunch for,” I taunt him.

“I think you’ll look better with ear piercing, don’t you think?” I spot a nail on the floor. I’m sure it’s really dull, but with enough force that shit won’t matter.

I walk up behind him and slowly push the nail through his ear. “You tortured me for a month, this is nothing!” I yell.

“I am going to kill you, rape you and do so many bad things to you!” he spits out, and he stops halfway through his rant, his eyes wide, when Jackson fills the room along with his brothers in the MC.

What I mean by filling the room is his anger fills every single crevice. “Oh please continue, tell me what you had planned for my woman.” Jackson says, slowly walking towards him, then grips Gary’s throat. “Tell me!” he roars in his face.

“I was going to use her over and over until her body just gives out. She is mine and she will always be mine.” Gary taunts him, and my stomach filled with disgust.

Jackson smiles sadistically. “Good answer.” Then he turns to look at me. “Look away, sweet girl.”

I turn away, then bam, then the sound of nothing. I turn around to see brain splatting the floor behind Gary, a single hole in the center of his forehead.

Jackson reaches out and takes me, pulling me to him. “Did you really put fucking salt in his wound?” He looks to the ground at the salt spilled there.

“Kind of ironic, isn’t it? Too bad he didn’t have a dildo, huh?” I wink at Jackson.

Everyone in the room laughs. The story is a legend with the guys.

We all leave, leaving him there for the rats, bugs and the other creatures.

We never speak of what happened again, leaving the past in the past.

Another person’s crazy is another person’s normal.

Ours is a little of both.

Epilogue

Eighteen Years later

“Trixie, where is your brother?” I ask her once I get home from grocery shopping. She’s doing her homework on the dining room table.

She looks at me, both eyebrows arched. “How am I supposed to know? Keeping up with him is definitely not something I like to do.” She curls her mouth in disgust.

Dear Jesus, give me the strength. She is eleven years old but she has the attitude of someone who is much older.

Karma is a bitch.

I give her my mom glare until she relents. “Last time I saw him he was walking towards the guest house.”

“Thank you, baby.” I kiss the top of her head.

I walk out to the guest house that Matthew has pretty much moved into because he thinks he is a grown man and needs his space.

I grab the door handle and throw it open. “Matthew, I need you to help me carry this table.” I stop dead in my tracks as the image in front of me is branded deep into my mind, never leaving me.

My child, my baby boy, on the ground, his face buried between Morgan’s legs—Morgan is the daughter of our friends—and Trenton Torch’s son’s face deep in her tits.

I don’t speak.

I turn around, shut the door, and walk back into the house, forgetting the table.

What the fuck is happening?

My child walks into the house like I just didn’t witness what I just witnessed. “What did you mean, Mom?” He grins, looking so much like his father it’s sickening.

“Lock the door next time, yeah?” I grumble.

“Sorry, Mom,” he says, laughing slightly, totally unfazed. “I love youuu,” he says in a sweet tone, acting much younger than his seventeen years.

“If you come over here and touch me, I will stab you with this fork!” I scream when he gets too close to me.

He falls to the ground laughing.

How will I ever survive?

Jackson walks into the house and takes in the scene. He looks to Trixie but she’s just as confused as to what’s happening.

“What the fuck?”

Matthew laughs harder. “Mom walked in on us,” he manages to get out through his fits. I will never be the same again.

Jackson laughs and walks over, wrapping his arms around me. “My baby isn’t a baby anymore,” I cry as that fact hits me. Then Matthew starts over again and I pick up the fork.

He holds his hands up, smiling.

I close my eyes and groan into Jackson’s chest.

“You’re lucky I love you, Matty.”

He smiles happily, his dad’s smile. “I love you too, Mom. Thank you for accepting the fact…you know,” he says simply.

I jolt at what he’s