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I stare at the door Rage just walked out. He left me alone with two of his kids and didn’t even say something about it. Kara, his little girl comes bouncing over and smiles at me. This is the first time I haven’t gotten glares or kicks to the shins. They all seem to be happy.
“Jenny, can you do my hair, please?” Kara asks handing me a brush and a ponytail piece before turning her back to me.
“Want do you want, baby?” I ask her and start brushing her hair.
“Just a low ponytail; my mom doesn’t know how to do hair and daddy isn’t much better.” She giggles.
I make quick work of getting all her hair into my hand and putting it in a low ponytail. “There, all done.” I declare, proud of myself for accomplishing this without hurting her head. I’m rough on my own, so I was worried about knots and things.
“You’re the best!” she says, turning around and throwing herself at me to give me a hug. My body stiffens and I hesitantly hug her back.
She takes off running after letting me go and I notice Rage’s son Weston, whom I just realized is named after his father, staring at me. I swallow thickly, he’s made it known before what he thinks of me, so I wonder how this is going to go.
“I want to apologize,” he starts, stepping into the room. “Never hated you, just hated that you didn’t seem to want my dad when he has been obsessed with you for as long as I’ve been alive.”
Those words shock me to my core. Yes, I’ve been with Rage for years, sort of. Whenever he came through town—the first time was fifteen years ago. Weston is now fourteen, so wow. Rage has really wanted me that long?
Now that he has me, will those feelings change?
I give Weston a tentative smile. “That’s good to know, would hate to be somewhere I’m not wanted,” I say honestly.
He gives me a grin. “You’re wanted here, trust me. We all want you to be part of the family. We just have a shitty way of showing it.”
“Aren’t you a little young to be swearing?”
Weston laughs. “Do you know who my dad is? If you knew my mom, you’d realize it’s just about the same, too.” He’s right I suppose. “Why don’t you head up to your room and get a shower, food should be here in a bit, but you look dead on your feet.” He’s right, I’ve had a long-ass day, but I loved every bit of it.
I nod and head on upstairs to where I woke up, assuming this is my room. Once I strip naked, I turn on the shower and look at myself in the mirror. Hangman’s doctor worked miracles to fix most of the scarring that Trinity and Killer did to my body, but some lines still are noticeable. I feel broken, beaten down. Life has a surefire way of making sure anything that could make me happy, makes me miserable.
I thought I’d found happiness with Hush, he was my dream, but when he found out I was planted at his club he didn’t hesitate to get rid of me. And now he’s playing happy family with someone else. I could be more upset that he cheated on me, but at the same time, wasn’t that what I was doing to him? Technically, it’s not cheating if you aren’t actually together, but Hush and I could have been something more.
Now I have Rage, and I still don’t know what that quite means. He’s seen my scars, even made sure Ink did a bang-up job covering the scarring on my chest. But when he gets a good look at me, and not in darkness will he still like what he sees? Or will I be too damaged for him.