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“So, if I’m understanding this. It means Tulip’s adoption wasn’t legit because both parents didn’t sign,” B announces, staring at his brother.

“Exactly,” he agrees, resting his arm on the back of Opal’s chair.

B rubs the stubble he’s started to let grow. “Now that she’s eighteen, can she leave on her own? Without being in someone’s care?” he questions thoughtfully.

“She can come home with me,” Opal chimes in quickly.

“No,” I growl evilly, pressing on the rage rising in my throat.

Brock glares across the table at her. “I want to talk to my brother, alone.”

She rolls her eyes and chuckles. “Fine, I’ll visit with my daughter,alone,” she mocks.

“Never gonna happen,” he rasps coolly, ignoring her offended sigh.

Ollie squeezes her shoulder. “It’ll just take a second. You can check on —”

“Whatever, I know when I’m not wanted.” She shoves from the table, her heels clacking loudly across the floor.

Ollie releases a deep breath once she’s gone. “Fuck, she makes our dad look like a saint,” he admits to B tiredly.

B swallows hard. “You have to stay with her. I need to know what she’s up to. I can’t keep Tulip safe if you leave,” he pleads.

Ollie glances at me and then back to B. “You need to keep your psycho on lockdown. If she —”

“Don’t fucking talk about her,” B warns harshly, pointing at him.

Ollie’s jaw drops. “She shaved a girl's head, cut out half of her tongue, and carved slut into her chest. What would you call that?”

Clearing my throat, “Actually, I only cut the tip off. She bit off the rest.Annnd, I used slut, because whore wouldn’t fit,” I explain casually, defending myself.

“Not helping, princess.” B smiles lovingly.

“I’m already dealing with crazy. I can’t handle psycho, too,” Ollie spits frantically.

B holds up a hand. “I know you’re stressed. But you owe me,” he says, and I can’t help but wonder why.

Ollie’s head drops forward. “I know, little brother. I sucked at protecting you. I’m good. I’m not going anywhere. But, please keep her under wraps, or we won’t have a chance,” he tries to reason seriously.

B nods, side-eyeing me. “On it.”

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Overload

Onyx: 2024

Is the way we handle certain situations a reflection of our mental stability? I’m wondering if I’m bursting with manic laughter because I’m crazy, or could it be the buzz?

Either way…

“I’m going to turn your dick into confetti while you sleep,” I threaten between fits of laughter, using my tied feet to kick the back of his seat.

The lying motherfucker seriously tied me up and shoved me in his backseat. I hope he jacked off earlier because I’m going to castrate his pathetic ass.

“Calm the fuck down, Onyx. You’re not running away. I told you I’d catch you,” he calls from the front seat.

“I’m gonna piss on your face!”

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