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“Fine,” I tell him. “Now, cut the bullshit. What did you want to talk about?”
“Your mother.”
“What about her?”
“I heard from her. She wants to see you,” he says.
I snort. “Yeah? I want to live in a world where my parents don’t kidnap and torture my wife, but here we are.”
“I didn’t say you should see her. I just said she’s asking to see you,” Uncle C says.
“Did you know?” I ask him. Surely if his sister was pregnant, he would have known about it.
“Know what?”
“That my parents adopted a kid out before they had me?”
“Not your parents. Your father,” he tells me. “That child was not your mam’s.”
“Her name’s on the birth certificate.”
“Your father made sure it was. He had an affair. The kid never would have been accepted. There was no choice but to give it up.”
“Did she know? My mother?”
“No,” he says. “She still doesn’t.”
“Right, well, this has been fun and all, but I do have a million other things to do.” I turn and walk away, closing the door behind me and heading back to the car without another word.
The relief on Patty’s face when I jump into the passenger seat is weird.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I ask him.
“I really didn’t want to have to deal with your wife if you didn’t come out of there,” he replies as he pulls the car out onto the road.
A proud smile crosses my lips. I fucking love that woman. I don’t blame him, though. I wouldn’t want to deal with her either.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Excitement courses through me. We’re going out to a pub. We’re doing something normal eighteen-year-old couples do. I really need this. More than that, though, Connor needs this. He hasn’t said it, but I know he’s stressed out. The burden of running his family’s organization is taking its toll on him.
We really thought a long-lost sibling was going to be Connor’s way out. Now, I’m not so sure. Especially when he’s adamant he doesn’t want to meet his brother.
I couldn’t imagine life without my brothers. They’re pains in my ass and way overbearing, but I wouldn’t want to have grown up without them. I need to call Dante and check in.
I’ve been meaning to ask Connor how long he thinks we have to be here. I haven’t though. Because I don’t want him to have to deal with the added pressure of me being homesick. Besides, he is my home now. Wherever he is, is where I’ll be. I’m sure this feeling will wear off soon. I just have to stick it out.
I pick up my phone, find YouTube, and put on a playlist. I need the distraction while I get ready for tonight. I want to wow Connor. I want him to see me like he used to see me. Put together and not the mess I’ve let myself become lately.
The song “Pretty Little Psycho” by Porcelain Black comes on and I smile. This is definitely my vibe. After applying a face full of makeup, I pull my hair out of the bun on top of my head and brush it out. I then add some serum through the strands, tip my head upside down, and then flip it back up.
“Perfect.” The loose waves hang down over my shoulders. My lips are painted a bright red and my eyes are done in golden hues. When I look at my reflection, I finally feel a little bit like my old self.
I’m wearing a black leather miniskirt and a shimmery halter top that’s backless besides a piece of string that secures the fabric to my body, paired with a pair of knee-high Louboutin boots. I do a little spin, stopping to admire the outfit. I might have gone a little overboard with some online shopping. But, as soon as Connor agreed to go out, I knew I wanted to look good for him.
My phone rings, interrupting the music I was swaying my hips to, and I look down and see Dante’s name flash across thescreen. “Hey,” I answer, hearing a cheeriness to my own voice that hasn’t been there for a while.
“Hey… Oh god, please tell me you did not just have sex,” Dante groans.
