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When she’s the one who experienced the miscarriage. A miscarriage caused by her father, by his men, at his order.

“I wouldn’t tell him who the father was…that’s why he told them to hurt me, and you know I’ve never meant a fucking thing to him. But since I was a female, he could have married me off for power. I was of absolutely no value to him without my virginity intact. You know, the fucking virginity I gaveyouwhen I was seventeen?” She’s back to yelling again.

My balls still ache, I still feel as though I’m going to puke, but now I’m no longer sure whether the nausea is from the pain or her words.

She hadn’t run from us. She hadn’t aborted our child.

She’d been beaten nearly to death. She’d lost our child because of her father.

And we’ve hated her for four fucking years. We’ve treated her like absolute shit for the past two days.

Okay. Two days. I can make up for two days.

Problem is the absolute fire, the hate and anger burning in her eyes as she glares down at me.

I have a feeling it’s going to take a whole lot more than buying her pretty shit or even apologizing to earn her trust back.

Chapter 15

Everest

My breath saws in and out of my lungs as the adrenaline and rage burns through my veins. I’m still recovering from my emotional purge with Brixton, my body both satisfied and achy from the amazing sex and the crying.

I’ve always been one to hold my emotions in my muscles, clenching my jaw until it aches instead of simply releasing the poison.

So to rip open my chest and let Brix take a peek inside was painful enough. Then this asshole thinks he’ll come in here and continue to mistreat me?

Hell no.

I want to believe Kato would never truly hurt me, not physically or out of anger, but every time I try to explain, every time I try to warn him, he grabs my throat to keep me from talking or fucking breathing.

Bet he won’t do that shit again. And if he does? I’ll make sure to get his entire package next time instead of just his balls.

Brix and Maddox burst into the room, shoving each other out of the way until they’re both standing on either side of me staring down at Kato then looking at me.

“What did I miss?” Maddox asks, his brows raised and an amused smirk on his lips.

He hasn’t exactly been nice to me, but at least I haven’t felt like he’s moments away from choking me out every other second.

All Madd has done thus far is put me in that ridiculous dress and heels yesterday and fondle me a little. His touch used to set me on fire. His kiss still makes my blood heat and my core wet and tingly.

Brix at least brought me here and let me talk. Then spent hours holding me, making love to me…fucking me until I barely remembered my name or why I was so mad at him.

Kato finally sits up, groaning softly, but he doesn’t push to his feet and he’s no longer cupping his junk.

“Are you going to be civil, or do I need to smash your balls again?” I ask, crossing my arms under my breasts.

In another situation, I might not have been so brave standing here in literally nothing but Brix’s gigantic t-shirt. All it would take is for Kato to crawl forward and he could look under the shirt and see my pussy or ass. Not exactly a look that screams badass.

Kato sits on his ass, his knees bent, and rests his forearms over them, dropping his head as though it’s too heavy for his neck.

I suppose finding all that out in such a short period of time after having his sac rocked is probably exhausting. But so is carrying all this shit alone for so long.

“Four years, Kato. For four years all I could think about was you, all three of you. Of us. What we had. What we could have had. All those years, I struggled to survive while praying youthree had moved on, found someone to love, maybe even started a family.”

He huffs a sound, but I have no desire nor energy to attempt to translate it.

“Yeah, I stripped. I sucked dick and fucked strangers for money. Because I had to eat, needed a roof over my head, but couldn’t risk anyone running off and telling my father I was still alive. You really think he would have just let me go if word had gotten back? You really think once your announcement about ourengagement…” I nearly spit the word at him, “gets out, he’ll just send us a gift to congratulate us? Buy you a box of cigars? No. He’ll somehow turn this around and blame you. Or worse, he’ll send people to take out all four of us. So, all those years of living a life no one should have to endure, you not only threw me right back in the limelight but made all that suffering for fuckingnothing!”