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When I feel his dick poking at my core, I cry I cry so hard that I knowinto tiny little pieces that’ll be iether I cry untilout just like the blood that’s steadily flowing from my face and into the white porcelain of the sink

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Luca

I CLENCH MY JAW AND wait for Dad to finish showingto rebuild My patience is wearing thin, but I’d hate to burst his excited bubble He’s been wanting a bike for years

We’re in the garage, which means we’re not in the backyard where I can keep an eye on Jules and Theo When I saw Jules talking to Aria and the expression on their faces, I knew soo to them, but Jules’s small headshake told me she had it under control and she didn’t need me I still kept my eyes on them, so I saw the shift in their mood and was relieved when they both went into the house with smiles on their faces

My eyes i sure his ass stayed outside and nowhere near the house I’ve seen the way theher Like he wants to hurt her just as much as he wants to fuck her And he says I went off o when I attacked Jules Thattoward us both seriouslyface into the concrete patio, but I’ve kept my cool for the sake of everyone here

The air has been tense, and I knowwent down between Jules and Theo, just not what that so was Ella has more of a clue than the others, but none of the yet I’ve kept my distance from Jules as much as possible to not alert anyone, but fuck, it’s been hard I can feel the anxious vibes co able to reassure her

“Dad,” I call, interrupting his spill about the engine he plans to buy next “I’o check to see if Mom needs any help The turkey should be done soon”

“Yeah, yeah I guess you’re right,” he mumbles, then covers the bike back with a tarp

When alk back through the gate leading to the backyard,with Ella and Vicki, but don’t see her When I don’t find Theo either, warning bells start screa in my head and my blood runs cold

“Where’s Theo?” I bark to Mom as she puts a roll of paper towels down on the patio table

“He went inside a few o to check on the turkey” She frowns “Why? What’s wrong?”

I don’t answer her because I’ up the steps to the back door He’s not in the kitchen or the living room when I look, and neither is Jules I jerk my head around when I hear a noise in the back of the house My feet are noring him, I pound down the hallway to the bathroo from beneath the door I try the knob, but it’s locked I’rowl

Rage, pure and unencumbered, fillsGod knows fucking what I step back, and without warning, raainst the door It splinters open and what I see hashot with a violent need to murder my own brother

He has Jules pinned to the sink, her ar down her pale face so fast that she can barely keep upright, while he has his sick fucking dick in his hand trying to push it inside her The mirror in front of her is shattered, and I see specks of blood on the jagged pieces