over Central California to stay out of his sight.”
“I’m not afraid of him.”
“Yes, you are. But you think you can hide from him if he’s six feet under.”
“Don’t tell me the thought doesn’t excite you.”
“Sure, it does.” Max crossed his arms. “But I was the one he beat on for twenty-seven years. I’m the one he abandoned when I started to limp. I’m the one who deals in blood to prove I’m still a Bennett. So yeah, the thought excites me . But, baby, revenge doesn’t look good on you. Leave it to the ones who are already damned.”
“I didn’t start this war, but I’ll end it,” I said. “And if that means murdering a man who has no right to exist outside of hell, then I’ll do it for myself and for my child.”
His child.
Nicholas’s child. It had to be. They’d have to believe it was.
Max stepped inside the room. I tucked the pillow closer to me, but he didn’t speak. His hand brushed aside my hair, and I swore he saw where the deepest bruise had lingered on my cheek.
“What happened to you, Sarah?”
I said nothing.
“For two months, you ran from us. No calls. No emails. No nothing.”
“Contrary to what the Bennetts believe, I’m no prisoner. I can do as I please.”
“No, you can’t, but it’s cute when you get defiant.”
“You guys don’t control me.”
“Now we do. More than ever. And we don’t even need a leash to do it.” Max grinned. “You should have kept running, baby. Run and never looked back. But you didn’t. Why? The kid?”
“I couldn’t run forever while pregnant.”
“You shouldn’t have run at all.” Max leaned close. “Nick came to visit you. You and him had some magical sex and made a little miracle baby…and then you ran .”
I swallowed. “Yes.”
“Why?”
“Don’t you insult me for panicking. I found out I was pregnant , Max.”
“You knew that instant?” His words were heavy, like he jammed the pillow over my face himself. “As soon as Nick rolled off of you?”
I said nothing. Max expected it. His voice lowered.
“The only difference between a secret and a lie is the work you put into keeping it.”
“And you would know?” I whispered.
“Far better than you, sweetheart.”
“That’s comforting.”
Max laughed. “I’ve never been the one to comfort you. I’m not the one you love, and I’m not the fucking puppy dog wagging his tail and chasing after you.”
“Then what are you?”
“Not someone you should ever trust.”
“I don’t want to play games, Max. Just say what you want to say and let me sleep.”
He frowned. “You’re pregnant. Finding that shit out should have pissed you off. Shocked you. But it shouldn’t scare the fuck out of you.”
“I’m not scared.”
“No. You’re devastated .”
“Max—”
“You ran the instant Nick left, and it was only once you split that you realized he knocked you up. So what happened, Sarah? Did you try to escape from us? Did you really think you could hide from the Bennetts and we wouldn’t capture you? Find you?” he snorted. “ Hurt you?”
I had enough. “You have no idea how much I’ve been hurt, Max Bennett.”
“Then explain this shit to me, Sarah, because none of it makes sense.”
“Get the hell out of my room.”
“You gonna make me?”
I moved faster than Max anticipated. The smack centered hard on his cheek.
“Haven’t you done enough? Your family bred me. What else do you want? Blood? Pain?”
“Forgiveness.” Max gripped my hand and pushed me down on the bed.
For a moment, I feared he’d follow. The cold terror leeched through me. Even his familiar weight would tangle me in darkness.
But he didn’t. Only his voice hardened, a shield from the mournful shadow in his words.
“But you’re never gonna forgive us, are you, baby? You’re already looking for vengeance. You’re beyond mercy, aren’t you?”
“How can you ask me that? If you knew what happened—”
“A lot of bad shit happens to good
“I’m not afraid of him.”
“Yes, you are. But you think you can hide from him if he’s six feet under.”
“Don’t tell me the thought doesn’t excite you.”
“Sure, it does.” Max crossed his arms. “But I was the one he beat on for twenty-seven years. I’m the one he abandoned when I started to limp. I’m the one who deals in blood to prove I’m still a Bennett. So yeah, the thought excites me . But, baby, revenge doesn’t look good on you. Leave it to the ones who are already damned.”
“I didn’t start this war, but I’ll end it,” I said. “And if that means murdering a man who has no right to exist outside of hell, then I’ll do it for myself and for my child.”
His child.
Nicholas’s child. It had to be. They’d have to believe it was.
Max stepped inside the room. I tucked the pillow closer to me, but he didn’t speak. His hand brushed aside my hair, and I swore he saw where the deepest bruise had lingered on my cheek.
“What happened to you, Sarah?”
I said nothing.
“For two months, you ran from us. No calls. No emails. No nothing.”
“Contrary to what the Bennetts believe, I’m no prisoner. I can do as I please.”
“No, you can’t, but it’s cute when you get defiant.”
“You guys don’t control me.”
“Now we do. More than ever. And we don’t even need a leash to do it.” Max grinned. “You should have kept running, baby. Run and never looked back. But you didn’t. Why? The kid?”
“I couldn’t run forever while pregnant.”
“You shouldn’t have run at all.” Max leaned close. “Nick came to visit you. You and him had some magical sex and made a little miracle baby…and then you ran .”
I swallowed. “Yes.”
“Why?”
“Don’t you insult me for panicking. I found out I was pregnant , Max.”
“You knew that instant?” His words were heavy, like he jammed the pillow over my face himself. “As soon as Nick rolled off of you?”
I said nothing. Max expected it. His voice lowered.
“The only difference between a secret and a lie is the work you put into keeping it.”
“And you would know?” I whispered.
“Far better than you, sweetheart.”
“That’s comforting.”
Max laughed. “I’ve never been the one to comfort you. I’m not the one you love, and I’m not the fucking puppy dog wagging his tail and chasing after you.”
“Then what are you?”
“Not someone you should ever trust.”
“I don’t want to play games, Max. Just say what you want to say and let me sleep.”
He frowned. “You’re pregnant. Finding that shit out should have pissed you off. Shocked you. But it shouldn’t scare the fuck out of you.”
“I’m not scared.”
“No. You’re devastated .”
“Max—”
“You ran the instant Nick left, and it was only once you split that you realized he knocked you up. So what happened, Sarah? Did you try to escape from us? Did you really think you could hide from the Bennetts and we wouldn’t capture you? Find you?” he snorted. “ Hurt you?”
I had enough. “You have no idea how much I’ve been hurt, Max Bennett.”
“Then explain this shit to me, Sarah, because none of it makes sense.”
“Get the hell out of my room.”
“You gonna make me?”
I moved faster than Max anticipated. The smack centered hard on his cheek.
“Haven’t you done enough? Your family bred me. What else do you want? Blood? Pain?”
“Forgiveness.” Max gripped my hand and pushed me down on the bed.
For a moment, I feared he’d follow. The cold terror leeched through me. Even his familiar weight would tangle me in darkness.
But he didn’t. Only his voice hardened, a shield from the mournful shadow in his words.
“But you’re never gonna forgive us, are you, baby? You’re already looking for vengeance. You’re beyond mercy, aren’t you?”
“How can you ask me that? If you knew what happened—”
“A lot of bad shit happens to good
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