Page 92 of Jezebel's Liberation

“Holy shit,” Phantom growls as his release hits.

Don’t get me wrong, the sex is great, but this is just a tiny fraction of what I love about them and our relationship. The biggest reason, the most important reason, is that, without them, my demons wouldn’t have vanished.

Jez

Four hours later…

“Are you sure there’s nothing else we can help with, Mrs. Graham?”

Soul and the rest of the club showed up to help move Phantom’s parents into their new home, a couple of miles away from us. There aren’t many of us who had stable families growing up, and those of us who did, love having their families close by. The Grahams instantly hit it off with Abyss’s parents and are already making plans to go to the country club to golf.

“Please, call me Pauline,” Mrs. Graham insists. “And call him Norman. We’re practically family, right?”

Soul tips his head. “Yes, ma’am.”

My heart swells hearing Soul’s confirmation. He and Malice ripped us apart once Demon and I had time to recover from our ordeal. There were a lot of threats, cussing, and crying. We get where Soul and Malice are coming from, but they now also understand why we did what we did. It was an exhausting battle, but with a little mediation from Cece and Mel, they finally listened.

Phantom is taking the helm with SPMC in my place as lead hacker while I focus on my Hellfire Hackers. I compromised with Soul after I met with my team, and we decided that if purging a sinner was in order, I’d let him know, and weallwould decide the best steps to handle the situation. Anything else was totally at my discretion. Soul still worries about my safety, and I don’t think that will ever change, but at least he trusts me and is trying.

I’m truly liberated from the double life I was living. Everyone gets what they want, and I’m no longer cast aside like I’m not useful or capable of dealing with the same shit my twin and the club deals with.

“We’ll get out of your hair, Pauline,” I announce. “I’m so glad you and Norman are here.”

She wraps her arm around my shoulder. “I’m so glad our son found people who can love him for who he is. Take care of my boy.”

Demon steps up beside me, kissing Pauline’s cheek. “We will,” he promises.

“Bye, Mom.” Phantom pulls her in for a hug before turning to his dad. “Bye, Dad.”

“Bye, son,” Norman replies.

“Remember, dinner next Sunday,” Pauling singsongs. “I expect everyone to be here.” She narrows her eyes at Soul. “Everyone.I want to see those grandbabies. I have to havesomeoneto spoil until I get my own.”

When Pauline and Norman first arrived to meet me and the club, they proclaimed Jack and Harper to be their grandbabies in addition to any other future children I might give birth to.

Phantom rubs his hand down his face. “Mom,” he chastises. “We’re not ready for kids yet.”

Pauline smiles and pats his cheek. “I can wait but not long.”

Norman’s laughter follows us outside the house.

Ping.

I take my cell phone out of my pocket and grin at the message from Diabla.

Diabla: Got a rapist who was released on a technicality.

Me: Send me everything. I’ll let the guys know.

Diabla: You got it, boss.

Demon peers over my shoulder as I type the last message and hit send. “What’s going on?”

I smirk. “We got a live one, boys.”

They grin evilly and rub their hands together. “Let’s ride,” Soul calls out.

Phantom scoops me up in his arms and drops his mouth to mine. “You riding with me?” he asks after we pull apart.

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