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“So, take me back. Bring me back to Finn’s, and I’ll call her. I’ll tell her that we all need to sit down and talk about everything. We can fix this, can’t we?” I ask, trying to force a smile.

He looks from me to the door and back again. I’ve never felt such a desperate need to have someone listen to me before. If I can just get back to Finn’s, I know they will find me, and I won’t need to handle this on my own.

He stares at me, and I believe I may have broken through.

Unfortunately, the door opens, and he snaps his eyes to whoever walks in.

“What the fuck did I say about interrupting me?” he growls.

“Sorry, Prez, but we’ve got a problem.”

Jim shakes his head and steps behind me. I want to turn my head, but I think it’s safer to act as if I’m not paying attention.

“We got a call that Shattered Souls are coming. They’re a lot smarter than we gave them credit for,” the man says.

My stomach swims with butterflies knowing that help is on the way.

Jim lets out a hollow laugh, and I feel his hand rest on my chair. My body stiffens, and I try not to move.

“Good, I’d much rather kill them all at once,” he says.

They both laugh, and I feel the bile rising in my throat.

“Any word on my Victoria?”

I need to clamp my mouth closed tightly as I feel like I am going to vomit. This sick infatuation he has with my mom is disgusting. I realize I don’t know everything about the relationship they’ve had over the years, but even if it had been good, after this, she would never even look at him again. He’s even crazier than I thought if he thinks otherwise.

“She’s coming too,” he says.

I can’t hold it back anymore, and I vomit onto the floor in front of me. The fear of what is going to happen is too much for me to handle.

“Christ, go grab a damn mop,” Jim says.

He pulls my chair away from the vomit and stands in front of me. “Once your mom is here, we’ll sit down and have that talk.”

He’s fucking insane, and even though it’s probably the worst time to question him, I still do.

“You’ve lied to me my entire life about everything, it seems. Why?” I ask.

“Your mother and I are meant to be. I’ve provided a life for both of you that kept you happy. It doesn’t matter why your mom and I ended up together. We live a very happy life because of it,” he says.

“Why did she leave Porter for you?” I push.

“It’s not important. The important thing is she did.”

I’m getting pissed, and I shake my head. “You really think after this she’s just going to crawl back to you? I’m tied to a fucking chair,” I whisper.

He grabs my hair and pulls my head back to look up at him. My eyes begin to water as he pulls harder, searching my face. “She belongs to me,” he hisses.

“I don’t even know you,” I say as my salty tears wet my lips.

“Be a good girl like you always have, and I’ll make sure you get out of this unharmed,” he says, grinning.

I give a humorless laugh and try to pull my head out of his hold. “I’m not the girl you think I am.”

He lets go of my hair and grabs my face, much like earlier, and stands above me. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

I lift an eyebrow, unable to respond with his hold on me. He lets go, and I lick the blood off my bottom lip. “I have friends and a man who I love. You thought keeping me sheltered my entire life would give you control, but it didn’t, did it? The only thing it got you was what was coming to you. Losing Mom and me.”