Page 95 of His Good Girl
“Serena.” The sound of her voice sends a chill down my spine. I don’t know why I suddenly feel such resentment toward her.
“Why didn’t you tell me Quentin was my biological dad?” I ask, getting to the point of hurrying this shitshow along. I have no need for the drawn-out heart to hearts. I want to know what I want to know right now. Maybe in a week or a month, or a year, I’ll want to know more.
“Oh,” she says, “You know.”
“Yup.”
“How?”
“I have his fucking face,” I snarl, but Logan shakes his head and takes my hand to calm me down. It works like a charm. “Sorry,” I murmur.
“Good girl,” he whispers.
It fires up my engines and now I want to quit this call and ride his cock until I can’t come anymore.
“Okay, I understand your anger, but Quen is involved in some things—"
“I know all about the things,” I interrupt.
“So it should then come as no surprise to you that he did it to keep you safe.” Her very blunt, very solid statement hits home, and I clench my jaw.
“That’s it? That’s all you’ve got?”
“That’s all I’ve got.”
“Do you even love me?” I ask, choking back the sob.
“Oh, Rena. Don’t be silly. You know your father, and I adore you,” she says, her voice softening. “I’ve wanted to tell you for so many years, but he forbade it, and I understood why. It doesn’t make it a secret any easier to keep. I’m sorry.”
Her apology throws me. I was ready to cut her out of my life and hate her, but she was as much a toy in this game Quen was playing as me.
“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?” she asks quietly.
“I wasn’t…okay, I was. It’s been a lot.”
“I know. Please don’t think that we don’t love you. We do so much. You areours. I don’t care that Quen is your biological father.”
Exchanging a glance with Logan, he raises an eyebrow. I guess Secret Society hits remain precisely that…a secret. She has no idea her brother was murdered.
“Who is my biological mother?”
The pause seems to go on forever.
“A woman called Anne Gardner. She died in childbirth.”
“Ooh.” That hits me harder than I expected as tears prick my eyes. “I killed her.”
“Oh, no, Rena. Don’t say that. This isn’t your fault.”
“But probably why Quen gave me up.”
“I think so.”
“So you did know more.”
“That is all I know, I swear. I’m sorry, Reenie. I know this must hurt.”
“I’m okay.” Now I get it. Now I understand why killing Kelly doesn’t bother me so much. I’m a killer and always have been.
