tighten. “Five years ago...”
She holds my eyes. “It’s how I found them, the house.”
Five years ago... in the dark...
“It’s how I found out about you. Who you were and what you were worth. Clearly, much more than me since the knowledge of your existence is what earned him his rag doll. Me.”
“Vee...” I croak, my hand flying to my stomach.
“I sat in the front seat of his car, parked outside your trailer the night he came for you.” Her eyes grow cloudy, her scowl never breaking. “I watched your mother walk out, saw the light go off. I listened to you scream, and I was glad, for once, it was someone else instead of me.”
“Enough,” Bass snaps, trying to step between us, but I hold my hand up, keeping him away.
“Mero Malcari,” she says.
Malcari.
I shake my head.
“Rolland’s biological brother, Maddoc’s biological uncle. Remember the story I told you, about how the night their dads died, one man died on the scene? That’s how Rolland remembers it, when really his brother was the one he chose to leave behind, assuming he wouldn’t make it, and tried to save Captain and Royce’s dads instead, who died anyway.”
I groan, my body jolting forward.
“I said enough!” Bass screams, his hand coming down on my back, a strain taking over the corners of his eyes as he stares at me.
She keeps going. “The man who wanted revenge on Brayshaw and Graven and used us both to get it. The man your mother paid to rape you, to ruin you so Rolland couldn’t trade you, and so a Graven wouldn’t come for you themselves.”
My knees give, my body falling into Bass’.
Leave it to Ravina to do the most twisted thing imaginable to her own daughter in her own fucked up way of revenge. The sickest part, I’d bet she was convinced she was somehow saving me, while also reminding herself I didn’t deserve it.
But revenge for what exactly?
“Get the fuck out of here—”
I cut Bass off with a shake of my head.
He growls but snaps his mouth shut.
There’s no time to stop and think on this right now, but one thing is clear with her words. My mom wanted to fuck Graven over, and I need to find out why.
I take a deep breath to steady myself then walk straight toward her.
She stands tall.
“What else did he tell you?”
“Not enough before he stopped breathing.” She gives my words back to me.
Her tone, words, and everything in the middle should be cause for concern, yet looking at her, for some reason I have none.
She cuts a quick glance to Bass. “Raven...” She trails off. “I’ve never had anyone, ever,” she admits quietly, her next words even more hesitant, embarrassed even. “I don’t wanna lose this.”
My airway constricts, my glare growing stronger.
Her eyes fall. “I told you not to trust me,” she says.
I lick my lips and look away. “Well, I do.”
Her head snaps up.
“Come with me.” I frown.
She presses her lips together a moment before asking, “Where?”
“If you have to ask, you don’t know me as well as I think you do.”
Her forehead tightens. “Without them?”
“I don’t have much of a choice right now.”
She gives a curt nod and takes off toward Bass’s car, ahead of me.
“You sure this is a good idea?” Bass steps beside me
“No, which makes it no different than anything else I’ve done here.”
He scoffs a small laugh.
My eyes constrict. “I want my sides back, Bass.”
He’s quiet a moment, then moves to stand in front of me. He crosses his arms, regarding me with a meaningful glare. “You want it back?”
“I want them all back. I want it all back.”
He shrugs. “So take it.”
Not having expected his response, an instant frown hits.
Bass stretches to his full height and steps closer. “You’re Brayshaw, Raven.” He pushes a finger in my chest and I glare at him. “You. Not Rolland, not the boys. Nobody... but you. Your mom is dead. You’re all that’s left. You’re strong, make them see. They think they can control you, decide for you, show them they can’t.” He gets in my face. “You want this world? You take it.”
A chill runs down my body, and I step into his space as he stepped into mine.
“You got my back?”
“I got your all. My life belongs to Brayshaw,” he promises. “You say jump. I fucking fly.”
Not a hint of uncertainty.
He’s all in.
“Give me your phone.”
He hands it over without a second thought, moving closer to me so he can see the screen.
I