“You’re – “ Luke looks at me, his eyes wide.
“Yes.”
“Yes?” He picks me up, and whirls me around in his arms, before setting me down on the ground. “Holy crap. You’re pregnant!”
“That’s good, right?” I ask. “I mean, you’re happy?”
“Are you kidding?” he asks. “That’s amazing. Insane.”
He leans close and kisses me again, amid the groans and whoops of his brothers. When he draws back, he cups my face in his hands. “I promise I’ll love this family of ours forever.”
And I know that, with more certainty than I know anything else in my life.
THE END
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ELIAS
West Bend Saints
Book One
Sabrina Paige
Copyright ? 2014 by Sabrina Paige
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This book contains mature content, including graphic sex, language, and violence. Please do not continue reading if you are under the age of 18 or if this type of content is disturbing to you.
Trigger Warning: This book contains discussion of self-mutilation by cutting, and this subject matter may be triggering for readers sensitive to the topic.
The characters' hometowns, West Bend and Golden Willow, don't really exist. They're fictional locations inspired by places that are meaningful to me.
DEDICATION
For my darling Emma, always. You are the light of my life. I love you bigger than the whole giant world.
And for my husband, who sacrifices his Saturday nights to plot with me, and has taken the toddler on too many Sunday afternoon adventures so that mommy can write.
PART ONE
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players."
~ Shakespeare, As You Like It
CHAPTER ONE
RIVER
“Are you kidding me?” My voice sounded shrill to my ears, this weird high-pitched sound that was nothing like me. I wanted to strangle the girl whose voice it was. She sounded bitchy, desperate. This was not me. This was not the person I had become.
“River,” he said. He didn’t even try to take his dick out of the girl’s mouth.
Shit, she didn’t even stop blowing him.
I couldn’t see her face. Her blonde hair spilled down her shoulders and back. She was skinny under the little dress she was wearing, the one that should have hugged her curves.
It was my dress she was wearing.
I could see her spine in the middle of her back.
She was too skinny.
I had told her a million times she needed to eat more. But she'd always deprived herself. She'd say it was her fast metabolism, but she subsisted on crackers and diet soda. It was going to kill her eventually.