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All three of us walk into a barely lit room. The contrast from the bright hallway is making it difficult for our eyes to focus in the dark.
The door slams behind us, and I blink a few times to try to get my eyes to adjust.
And that’s when I see him.
My sperm donor.
“Son! You made it!” He stands up from the metal folding chair he was sitting on. “So glad you did.”
“What the fuck is all this? I thought this place was dumped like the rest of the shit from the MC?” I ask through gritted teeth.
He drawls, “Oh, well, it was. But we worked our magic to get it back.” He shrugs. “Business stuff or whatever. I mean, what do I know? I was in prison.” His eyes gleam.
“Dad?” Xayden whispers beside me as Aaron comes walking out of the shadows.
“Oh, Xayden. I’m so glad you are okay.” Aaron places a hand over his chest and lets out a long breath.
“What are you doing here? Where’s June?” Xayden takes a step toward his father.
“Well, son, she’s sleeping,” my father answers for Aaron as he points to a figure of a person against the wall.
And my blood runs cold.
That’s June.
“June!” Xayden screams.
“Ah, Xay. She can’t hear you.” Aaron laughs.
“She’s as dead a door nail.” My father slaps his knee.
“She’s dead?” Seven’s voice is pained.
“Oh yeah. Completely. The minute I fired the bullet into her head. Pop! Lights out.” My father holds up his hand like he’s holding a gun and pretends to fire it.
“You killed her? Dad?” Xayden shakes his head, trying to process everything.
“Ah, so much to share with you, Xay. Look, she was a nice woman, but we got what we wanted from her.” Aaron claps and rubs his hands together.
“And what the fuck did you want from her?” Xayden growls at his father. I can hear it in his voice he is ready for an all-out war with his father.
“Xayden!” an angelic voice cries out, and all three of us turn toward it.
“Rory!” all three of us call out in unison as we start to move toward her on instinct.
The cocking of a gun stops us dead in our tracks as the barrel is pressed to her head. My eyes meet the person who’s about to meet his maker and everything in me comes to a screeching halt.
A gun is held to her head by the last person I was ever expecting to be here. And by the gasps next to me, the other two with me are just as surprised.
I narrow my eyes, and I see blood. “Damien.”
“Hello, boys. Any last words to say to Rory before we put bullets in your heads?”
Chapter Thirty-Five
AURORA
“Xayden!”Oh my God. I must be dreaming.