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“Yeah, but it looks like you got him back,” he smirks.I sit up in Cameron’s lap and he hugs me tightly.This has nothing to do with our love and everything to do with us losing our father, or the monster who pretended to be our father.
“I killed him,” I say.“Am I in trouble?”
“You also broke his dick,” Andrea says.“And no.You are not in trouble.The jet has a camera.”
“Just out here, right?”I ask, and Cameron laughs.
“Not in the bedroom,” Clay says as he pulls me up.He hugs me tightly and kisses my temple before Remy gets me.Remy kisses me before scooping me up to take me off the plane.
“Don’t forget Tris!”I say.
“I got her,” Cameron laughs.
“How did I break his dick?”I ask.
“You kneed the shit out of him,” Remy says.“Did you not hear it?”
“I was just focused on him not getting that knife.”
Remy carries me off the plane and the place is swarming with cops.We get into Andrea’s SUV, and I stay in Remy’s arms.Clay and Cam get in with us and I stretch my legs across their lap as I lay my head on his chest.
“I love you, guys,” I say.
“We love you too,” Remy says, kissing the top of my head.
“Aww.Me too?”Clay asks teasingly.
“It’s new, but I want you in my life permanently,” I say honestly.
“We have a lot to talk about, but a lot to settle first,” Cam says.
“The media will love this,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“We already released that it was Ted,” Andrea says.“You all shouldn’t have to deal with the media much.They might bother you for a few days, but they’ll move on.”
“I just want to go home and sleep,” I say as I close my eyes.“Super glad I didn’t get nutted in by my father.”
“You’re so crude,” Remy laughs.
“It’s trauma, baby,” I sing, but break out into laughter.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Lorelei
Myeyesflutteropenand I gasp when I see Clay’s face inches from mine.“Morning,” he says with a grin.I frown deeply at him and he kisses the tip of my nose.
“I don’t wanna be awake,” I mutter.
“Well, you’ve been asleep since yesterday when we were in the car, so… you have to get up,” he says, smacking my ass.
“Ow!Asshole,” I say but squeal when he grabs my ankles and drags me to the end of the bed.I laugh when he nearly pulls me off the bed, but I manage to stand.“You’re persistent.”
“You need to eat,” he says.
“Where are Cameron and Remington?”I ask as I go to the dresser and get a pair of leggings to put on.
“Making breakfast.Andrea and Ross are here.Your mom, I believe, should be here too,” he says, watching me get dressed.
