Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“I already called a locksmith earlier, when Tia was having her dinner,” I explain. “Dad won’t be able to get back in the house because his key won’t work. I’m also having a security system installed. We’ll know if he decides to come back.”
Stroking her fingers, I add, “I doubt he will. Because I think he knows next time, I won’t stop until his breathing stops.”
“Then I really hope he never comes back, because I don’t want to see you put yourself in that position.” Even now, she’s worried about me. She has every right to want him dead and buried, but she cares more about what it would do to me.
“I’ll be just fine,” I tell her with a grin. It seems to help a little. There’s not so much concern written across her creased forehead. “Don’t worry about me.”
“I am worried about you.” Her voice shakes a little, but she pushes through. “What is happening now? With us? I’m worried about you. I’m worried you’re going to change your mind on me all of a sudden. I don’t know how to feel or what to think or anything. What are we doing?”
That’s not so easy to answer, but I guess she knows that. She doesn’t look away, like she’s silently forcing me to answer.
I knew this had to be coming eventually. Of course, she would want to know. I wish I knew what to say. “Can I get back to you later?”
She snickers softly, but never breaks eye contact. “Seriously. We went from you hurting me and torturing me to whatever this is. What is this?”
I have to choose my words carefully. Not only because I don’t want to hurt her. She deserves honesty after everything she’s been through—because of me and other people. “Right. I went from hating you to… I’m not sure,” I admit. “I don’t know what to call it. I know I want to protect you. I know I would’ve killed that bastard today if you hadn’t stopped me. And I did stop, and not just for Tia, but for you. I didn’t want you to see it happen. You’ve already seen too much. I’m so sorry it went that far, and I’m not just sorry for what my father did. I’m sorry for what I did to you, how I treated you and what I made you do. I was punishing you for something that wasn’t your fault and I’m so sorry for that.”
“Well, thank you for that.”
But it’s not enough. I can tell. She sounds disappointed. “All I’m asking is that you trust me now. I can’t promise I’ll be able to give you everything you want or need, but I swear I will never hurt you again and I’ll do anything I can to keep you safe, no matter what happens between us in the future.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means… if you’re looking for love, I don’t know if I have any to give. Not just to you. It’s not easy for me. But I can tell you one thing for sure. I’m not letting you go,” I warn as my grip tightens around her hand. “You’re stuck with me from now on.”
Weeks ago, she would have made a smartass comment or at least scoffed at my choice of words.
Not now. Now, she smiles.
EPILOGUE
Wren
Two Months Later
Everything has changed. My whole life has been turned upside down, but I wouldn’t change anything about it.
Ever since Briggs openly claimed me as his, no one has dared to do much as look at me wrong, and with the threats disappearing along with Robert, there is nothing to worry about anymore.
Briggs and I have been spending every day together. Even after he nursed me back to health. We’re basically attached by the hip, or at least that’s what Carter keeps teasing us about.
I still have my dorm room, but I spend most of the time at Briggs’s house with him and Tia. Briggs had to take temporary custody of his sister so she wouldn’t have to go into foster care since Robert has been MIA for the last two months. Not much has changed for Tia since Briggs already took care of her most of the time.
After a meeting with the five families, they told Briggs he can take over his father’s territory as soon as he finishes school. Until then, the remaining four families will manage it for him. I had asked Briggs if he was worried about the responsibility of being the head of the family and managing the territory, but he assured me that this is what he was raised to do. It just happened a little earlier now.
I’m curled up on the large comfy sectional with one of my romance novels when Briggs walks into the living room.
“Hey, little bird,” he greets me, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.