Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
“Answer me, honey,” Dom demanded. I could see pain in his eyes, and it made me reach out to him when I still didn’t want to leave the safety of Ringo’s embrace.
I moved from Ringo’s lap -- which I’d probably be mortified about later -- and crossed to my dad. “We were living on the streets. Mom couldn’t get a job and I wasn’t old enough. We both took odd jobs that paid cash so we had enough money to eat, but it was a struggle. Then she met Borris Illivitch.” I tried to keep the bitterness out of my voice but wasn’t sure how well I managed. “He seemed like a Godsend, though there were red flags from the beginning.”
“Did he hurt either of you?”
I took a deep breath, then let it out. “Not… directly. He was always kind to my mother, on the surface at least. There was always something that was a little bit off about him.”
“What does ‘not directly’ mean?” Any tenderness Dom might have had was turned off now. It was clear he had an issue with the way I’d phrased my answer.
“Well, once they became involved, he wouldn’t let my mother work. Or me. And he kept us both practically on lockdown. I was homeschooled. He said by the best educators money could buy.”
“He said?”
“Yeah. I tested out for my GED when I turned sixteen and that was the end of my education. After that, everything I learned was about social niceties. What was expected of me in the company of anyone Borris wanted to introduce to me. And neither me nor my mother had any friends Borris didn’t approve of. Which is to say no one outside his circle.” I knew I sounded bitter, but I could also hear the fear in my voice I tried so hard to hide. “He’s not going to just let me go, Dom.”
There was a long silence where I wasn’t sure anyone was even breathing. I could see Dom working things out in his head. I even saw the exact moment he realized what Illivitch had done to my mother and me and shook his head to deny those conclusions. Ringo, however, wasn’t as restrained.
“Oh, hell no! He was grooming you? He was selling you to someone?”
I winced. “When you put it like that…”
“Did he mention anything like this before your mother died?” Dom ignored Ringo’s outburst, which was probably a good thing at the moment.
“No. But she knew. Or suspected. She tried to get us out of there. Even had plans in place to make our escape. That’s when she got sick.”
“Imma kill that motherfucker,” Ringo said at the same time Dom said, “He’s a dead sumbitch.”
I thought I should protest. It’s what any decent person would do. I must not have been a decent person because I nodded my head. “He’s a bad person.”
Dom took a breath. “Tell me what happened next.”
“Most of it I already told you. She thought she was being poisoned so she refused to see anyone but me. She even refused to see Borris.”
“He didn’t insist on being with her?” Dom looked thunderous, but also… pained? This hurt him. He really did feel something for my mother.
“I left her side one evening and when I came back the next morning, she was dead. Borris was standing over her. She had her eyes open in death and Borris had a satisfied look on his face. I imagined he was thinking it was about fucking time.”
“Did he hurt you then?” Dom’s voice was hard, but his expression was tightly controlled.
“No. He never hurt me or mom physically. I mean, unless he actually did poison her or something. I just got the feeling that it was more because we were beneath his notice than any desire to not hurt us.”
“If he didn’t hurt you, why did you take off running through the forest in the middle of the night, hmm?” Dom reached out and cupped the side of my face gently. He smiled down at me with genuine affection, but there was also a desire to really fucking hurt someone shining just as brightly. While I was filled with overwhelming relief that my father wanted me and wasn’t angry that I had probably brought danger straight to his door… Well, at least he wasn’t angry yet. Instead, he had a strong desire to avenge me in whatever way. To protect me from whatever had terrified me so much I’d risk death to find him.
“I overheard him… selling me. Like I was a prostitute. He told the guy he could do whatever he wanted to me. That since I was…” I stopped, clearing my throat. I was acutely aware of Ringo still sitting on the couch behind me. I wanted to look at him, but it was impossible. My back was to him, and I figured it would be a bad move to take my attention away from my father at the moment.