Page 179 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

Elizabeth huffs and takes a seat next to her mother.

Now that everyone is here, we all look to Brennan since he is our designated spokesperson for this little situation.

“Thank you for coming. We need you all to please not ask any questions until we are done. What we have to tell you will probably shock you.”

“I don’t know, brother, shock is a bit much,” Boston says as he enters the room, followed by Case, Laughn, Davis, and Marlow.

The gasps are audible, and Mrs Myers is on her feet in an instant, rushing to Boston’s side. Everyone has questions which they try to voice at the same time, the murmurs increasing in volume. Brennan waits for everyone to look back at him.

“Son, you need to explain. Right now!” Blake Myers demands.

Brennan sighs and describes what they had to do and why they didn’t tell anyone. I think they somewhat understand why it needed to be done, but Mr Myers is livid, and rightfully so.

“There’s more,” Kai says cheekily. “Jolie is pregnant.”

All eyes fall on me. “I told you she was a gold-digging whore! Who’s bastard child is it?”

Chester flies across the room to where his mother has stood from her chair, his hand wrapping around her throat before we can blink. Elizabeth’s eyes go wide before she smirks.

“Talk about her like that again, I dare you,” he seethes between clenched teeth. “Sit your ass down and keep your mouth fucking shut, so we can explain to the decent people inthe room what is going on. You’re here by default, so know your place.”

He releases his mother, and she stumbles back into her seat, her lips pulled tight.

Brennan gives them the quick explanation, and the room is stunned silent. Once he has finished, everyone besides Elizabeth gets up to hug us, and it’s nice to see how relieved they are.

After watching quietly for ten minutes, Elizabeth must get bored—or she realises she hasn’t caused enough drama.

“Who gets Olympia now that Zacari is six feet under?”

I quietly turn to face her, and beside me Chester is again looking about ready to murder his mother. Everyone else just appears annoyed she is even here. “I do, I’m his daughter.”

She literally snarls at me. “So, I was right. It just wasn’t our children’s money you were after.”

“That’s enough, Elizabeth. You have worn out your welcome, and I think that it’s time for you to leave. Your son is back from the dead, and all you’re worried about is money. I think you need to take a long, hard look at yourself in the mirror.” Annabella unleashes her fury with a grace we all hope we could possess at times like this.

Elizabeth gets up and straightens her dress, looking at Chester, but he just shakes his head at her. Why she thought he would help her is beyond me. She looks at her mother to see if she will back her up.

“People in glass houses...” is all Betty says, causing Elizabeth to stomp from the room. The slam of the front door signals her departure.

I excuse myself from the room with Laughn and Creed hot on my heels. They didn’t have anyone here for them today, and I want to ask why. What happened to their parents and family? I won’t push right now, though; I’m exhausted and need to rest.

“Tenshi, are you okay?” Creed asks as his phone starts to ring.

“I’m fine, just a little overwhelmed. Answer that. Laughn can come and have a nap with me.”

His forest-green eyes hold a sadness, and I know he can feel what I’m feeling. He looks at Laughn who nods at him, and that unspoken moment is enough for him to answer his phone. Laughn takes my hand and leads me up to my room. He locks the door behind us; it’s something they have each started to do to stop the others from sneaking in. Creed is extremely stealthy and has no shame when it comes to watching.

We lay down on the bed. Laughn pulls me into his arms, and we face each other, our legs tangled together. I run my finger down the side of his face. So many times I wished I could just see himone more time, so I could commit him to memory. A scar near his ear catches my attention. It’s only small and faded, but I didn’t know it was there.

“Creed,” he says with a smile. “He was practising his knife throwing skills, and I still think he missed on purpose.”

“I don’t want to forget,” I whisper, moving my finger along his jaw.

“You don’t want to forget what?”

“You... your face. I would close my eyes, and I didn’t see that scar or this small freckle.”

His hand comes up and takes mine. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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