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The poor guy who faced his insane ghoul of a mother seemed to fight for control of his temper in the face of such delusion.
O stared at Rip and exclaimed, “It was all wrong! I never loved Bronson, I was supposed to be with Jacob. Can’t you see that? They all deceived me, took everything from me. I was the sister who didn’t deserve to be happy.Nooo.Bea was so precious, so wonderful! She took it all away from me.”
“She couldn’t take what was never yours, mother,” Rip countered. “You murdered your own baby sister by burning herup and my grandparents. You did the same to my father, then you killed my uncle and you hurt all the people that were my only family. Now I find out I have a brother who is as sick as you are? You raised him to be just like you! A killer with no remorse. No conscience. Don’t you see it? You robbed me of ever having a brother or ever having a dad. And all you can say is,poor me?You wrecked lives because you didn’t get a man that was not in love with you. That is what you did. Then you turned into a criminal, slave trading children for fuck’s sake, running prostitution rings, peddling drugs to people who die because of it. Using people up, raping, killing, robbing and God knows what else. Then you say it was all justified because you were jealous?”
Her face had gone white as even her scars went pallid. O stared at him and placed her hand onto her chest while looking shocked. “They brainwashed you. I’d guessed it before but I see it now!” She had tears rolling down her face.
“You are flat out insane!” He shouted. “You have done all those things, do you deny it?”
She simply stared at him.
“No, you can’t deny any of it,” he said quietly. “I see the facts, mother. You aren’t even sorry. You just keep on with this shit that you are better than all of us. You truly believe that you actually had the right to murder YOUR OWN family. You really believe that too. Next, you’ll murder me. Why not? I am your flesh and blood, so it follows that if you had a knife in your hands you would push it into my heart too!”
“No! No!” she screamed at him.
Rip refused to listen as he ranted on, “Then what? Deacon will make a mistake and you will skin him alive?” he shouted.
“No,” she denied. “I would never kill my boys. Never!”
“Why not?” He shrugged. “We might make you mad or something or maybe you think I’m rejecting you right now. I loveBea as my mom, so you maybe should off me, like you said the other day.Off somebody, what kind of human being does that and smiles? A fucking freak that’s what.” He paused as he was breathing heavily and then he whispered, “Like I bet you want to kill me right now, don’t you?”
Rip had lost it and he was about to tip O over the edge. He had a knife out and waved it at her. “Don’t you wannaoffme right now?” he asked her. “I mean I am Bronson's son, so doesn’t that make me all wrong too?”
“Stop it!” she screamed. “Stop!”
Rip looked so enraged… So furious as he couldn’t seem to stop yelling at her, “Here!” He slashed a hole in the cage wire and pushed the knife through. “Go ahead! Off me!”
“Rip!” Talon called to him as he rushed over.
“Stay back, Talon,” he warned. “She can’t be denied more family blood, this kill will make her a fucking queen, right?” Rip kept his raging gaze on her.
She kept shaking her head at him while looking lost.
He stuck the knife through the slit in the cage. “Take it. Get rid of the fact that I wasn’t Jacob’s son. Just like my dad wasn’t him. Right that wrong, Olivia Claire. Get rid of me and when you get out of here, take care of my brother the same way. If you do, then maybe you will finally be happy. You will have finally won!” Rip held the knife out to her.
“Fuck,” Talon muttered under his breath as he rushed over and tried his best to get there before she got the knife.
O looked like some kind of ghost as sadness appeared in her eyes. With tears falling down her scarred face, she took it from his grasp.
Rip pushed himself against the wire as Talon stepped over to grab his arm.
O then did something no one expected, she whispered to Rip, “I-I’m sorry, Rylan. I'm so sorry.” She turned the knife on herself.
Rip gasped as he realized what she was intending to do and he tried to reach her.
Stepping back, she raised it up and plunged it into her chest. “Jacob will not come again. No, no, he is dead. He never will come again. God a mercy on his soul.” With a gasping breath, she sank to her knees.
“Fuuuuccck!” Talon shouted as he tried to get the cage door open.
Liv and Jarret came running into the barn and others did the same. Everyone halted as if they were afraid to interfere.
Rip dropped to his knees and stared at his birth mother through the cage weave. “Tell me where Glory is. Do one right thing, mother.One good thing.”
Gasping, O spat out blood and whispered, “Behind the bridge a house…Conner.” Then she stared at him as tears ran down over her scars. “I am s-sorry, son.”.... She slumped over onto her side.
Chapter Eighteen:Quite The Crazy
Julianna
