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The internet was full of things. Helpful things. Terrifying things. So many inventions I didn’t know existed.
Smart gloves that help hearing-impaired people speak.
Vibration bracelets to alert you to different sounds around you.
Robotic translators.
Transcription apps for phone calls.
Even a cinema app that tells you about films playing in your area with subtitles and audio descriptions.
I was floored. The options were infinite, and all of them could help me in my journey as a hearing-impaired person. I wondered if Mama knew about all these things. If so, why didn’t she say anything?
The only constant in my life, the sole thing keeping me grounded, was the knowledge that Mama would always do the right thing for me.
Now, I wasn’t so sure anymore.
A quick search showed me so many options and shortcuts to make my life more enjoyable. And yet, I was never made aware of them. Moreover, Mama actively forbade me from using the internet.Why?
It only further fed the flame of my rising anger.
Funny, how I used to think I was content. Safe in my little bubble of security.
The last eighteen years felt like a lie, a sham.
A cage my own mother shoved me into, then locked the door, and threw the key into the ocean.
The bubble had burst, the bars melted, and I could now see clearly into the future.
Either I showed people who I was and demanded to be treated with respect.
Or I’d end up exactly like my mother.
Invisible, inconsequential, and bitter.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
TIERNAN
Tierney: She ate everything. You need to pay her some attention. It’s not her fault her parents are assholes and her husband is psychotic.
I stared at the text message my sister sent me.
I never cared what women put in their mouths unless it was my cock, and my wife was no exception. Until now.
Lila had been losing weight. A lot of it.
Now, I wasn’t an expert, but I was pretty sure she was supposed to gain, not lose, weight in her condition. Infuriatingly enough, her beauty didn’t diminish along with the rest of her frame. She remained too delectable for her own good.
Her beauty wasn’t here nor there for me. What I needed was to make sure this woman didn’t drop dead from malnutrition. The Ferrantes’ army was crucial for my plans against the Rasputins.
If I wanted my siblings safe, I needed to finish them off.
I knew the solution to my predicament. Namely, to stop vying for every World’s Worst Husband Guinness record. I could do that. In theory, anyway. My chief problem was that her absolute dryshite of a mother refused to send over any of her staff to keep my wife company.
I didn’t have time to play house with little girls. Figured the best course of action was to assign her someone she knew and trusted.
I’d called Luca and asked him which of the staff Lila would like with her. He said she’d want Imma.
