Page 128 of Her Daddies' Everything

And he knew it would hurt him to find out the truth.

“Because you need to tell someone. Because something is going on with you. You’re so obsessed with fame that you’re forgetting about the rest of us.”

“Forgetting about you? How can I forget all of you when this is for all of you!”

“What the hell does that mean?” Sampson barked.

“Forget it. It doesn’t matter.” Jenner waved his hand weakly through the air. Then he stood. “I’m going to bed.”

“Nope.” Sampson put his hand on Jenner’s chest. “You’re not going to bed until you talk to me.”

Jenner narrowed his gaze at him. “I’m not that pimply, skinny teenage boy anymore and I won’t let you or anyone else push me around!”

“What the fuck are you talking about? I’ve never pushed you around.”

Jenner gave him a skeptical look. “If I do something you don’t approve of, then you do your best to make me stop. You always think you’re in charge.”

Sampson crossed his arms over his wide chest. “I am.”

“Of my safety. Nothing else.” Jenner moved past him.

“You’re hurting her.”

Sampson’s voice held no accusation. No anger. It was said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Jenner closed his eyes. The pain hit him hard and deep. “Fuck. Fuck! That’s the last thing I want. I . . . I didn’t mean to hurt her. I would never deliberately hurt her.”

Sampson sighed. “No. I didn’t think you would. Why don’t you think you’re good enough for her?”

Fuck. “When I was younger I thought she was so sweet and cute and fun. She was my safe place.”

Sampson nodded. “I know you used to sneak into her bedroom and sleep next to her bed when you wanted to escape our father. I was always worried he’d find out where you were and blame Immy or her parents. But I also knew it had to be bad for you to go there. That you were scared.”

Jenner shook his head. “I was scared. But not for me. For her.”

“What do you mean, for her?”

“He wanted her,” he whispered, feeling sick again.

Enough.

He had to be stronger than this. He placed his hand on his flat stomach. His jeans were getting loose. Jenner knew he was losing weight. He was stressed constantly and it was starting to show.

“Who? The Deity?” Sampson snapped. “He wanted her and Cat? That sick fucking bastard.”

Jenner swallowed heavily. “You might need a drink for this.”

Sampson poured himself a glass of Scotch and they both sat again.

“Not the Deity,” Jenner told him, staring down at his hands. “Our father.”

“Our father wanted Immy?” Sampson asked. “You’re fucking with me.”

“You think I would make this stuff up?” Jenner glanced to see Sampson was pale and shocked.

Sampson shook his head. “No.”

“No, because you couldn’t make this shit up.” Jenner took a sip of his drink, grimacing at the burn. “He noticed everything, didn’t he? But he noticed how close I was to Immy. How much we all tried to shelter her, to help her keep her sweetness, her innocence.”

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