She spoke to Mum as if she owned her. Papa and Uncle Kirian were there, and they kicked her out. Mum cried so much that night, and she told me that my estranged grandmother reminded her of her painful past.
Mum nods. “Yeah, so I know exactly what it means to be a victim, and if you push that energy inward, it’ll only lead to self-destruction, Cecy. You’re our little miracle, the one Xan and I had after a long journey of healing, and I know we can be very overprotective, but it’s only because we love you so much and don’t want you to go through what we did. So please don’t blame it on yourself. Take this as if I’m begging you. Blame it on us being horrible parents who didn’t see the signs.”
“No, Mum.” I jump up from my seat. “I didn’t let you see the signs. I dealt with them on my own because I thought the wound would eventually heal, but it only festered. This is not your fault.”
“It’s not yours either, Cecy.”
“I know.”
Hope blossoms between the tears like a newly planted flower. “You do?”
I nod. “It’s why I can talk about it now, you know. It took me a long time to come to terms with it, but I’ve met someone who convinced me not to deflect the blame inward. Ever since then, my own head doesn’t torture me as much and I’ve started to feel safe. I no longer have panic attacks and the instances of sleep paralysis have become few and far between.”
Mum’s hand falls from my cheek to my shoulder, and a warm smile peeks through. “Is that someone the American boy?”
I rub the side of my nose and nod. “His name is Jeremy.”
“Oh, look at you being so embarrassed at the mere mention of him.”
“Am not.”
“You just stroked your nose, which is an obvious habit you do whenever you’re embarrassed. I wonder what this Jeremy looks like. Is he handsome? Does he treat you well?”
“Yes to both.”
“Aw, why didn’t you bring him home with you?”
“He wanted to come, but I said no.”
She retrieves a tissue and wipes my tears, then frowns. “Why?”
“Remember Annika?”
“Your cute new friend?”
“Yeah, the one who’s a mafia princess.”
“Of course I do. She was so well-mannered.”
“Jeremy is her older brother.”
I pause, waiting for her to connect the links together.
“And what about it? Oh. Is Annika against this?”
“No. She doesn’t know yet. It’s…their background. Russian mafia. He’s the heir to his father’s empire. The same father who nearly killed Creigh for being with Annika?”
“I see.”
“Finally. But why do you sound so casual about it, Mum?”
“Well, to be honest, I still can’t find anything off with that. Your father certainly would, but I want to hug this Jeremy for being there for you during a difficult time and even convincing you not to think like a victim.”
“But his family is dangerous.”
“The world is dangerous, hon. But we don’t hide from it. We don’t bury our heads in the sand and pretend all is well. If you want something, either you fight for it, or you let it go so someone else can.”
“I don’t want to let him go.”
“Why not?”
“Because I love him.”
Mum smiles and I pause at the words that left my mouth so easily, so naturally, without my even having to think about it.
It’s true. I love Jeremy.
If I wasn’t sure before, all the time we’ve spent together recently has made me certain.
“There you have it, your answer.” Mum kisses the top of my head.
“But…but what if he doesn’t love me?”
“Who wouldn’t love my beautiful baby?”
“The world isn’t you and Papa, Mum.”
“All your friends, aunts and uncles, and grandfathers love you to death. You’re a sweetheart.”
“They…they don’t count either.”
She raises a brow. “Is Jeremy the only one who does?”
“No…I mean, it’s not like that…”
Mum smiles and glides her fingers through my hair. “Believe it or not, a long time ago, I also thought your father didn’t love me.”
“No way.” He basically worships the ground she walks on.
“I know. He was a real wanker when we were young, which is why he’s making it up to me for the rest of our lives.” She smiles nostalgically. “Those times feel so distant now. Guess how I knew he loved me.”
“How?”
“He fought for me. He slaughtered his demons to be with me, and that’s when I knew he didn’t only love me, but I was also the love of his life.”
My heart squeezes with both awe and admiration.
I’ve always had a huge crush on the way my parents love, appreciate, and respect one other. I’ve felt blessed to be the product of their love, despite their overprotectiveness. Now, I’m even more certain I have the best parents in the world.
“Thanks, Mum.” I hug her, and she wraps her arms around me, letting me bask in her warmth.
“No, thank you for trusting me with what happened, Cecy. I’m so proud of your strength.”
I could cry right now, but I don’t, because she’d start crying, too, and Papa might start drama if he finds out I made his wife cry.
As if sensing I’m thinking of him, Papa’s voice comes from the entrance.
“Kim, love, where’s my grandfather’s hunting shotgun? I found some bastard on our doorstep who claims to be our daughter’s boyfriend… Oh, here it is. Be right back. I’ll shoot him and come back in time for dinner.”
Mum and I pull apart to stare at each other.
Holy shit.
Please don’t tell me Jeremy followed me here.
Most importantly, did Papa say he’s going to shoot him?
36
XANDER
There’s some lizard in front of my house.
One with a repulsive look in his eyes, an unwelcome presence, and presumptuous words coming out of his mouth. He has no business being here, so I’ll hastily get rid of him, throw him in the nearest ditch, then join my beautiful wife and daughter.
It’s only taken me a minute to grab my grandfather’s hunting shotgun, and when I storm back to the door, the lizard has let himself in and even locked the door behind him.
He stands by the entry table, tall, disgustingly well-built, and well-dressed in black trousers and a matching button-down. Some tattoos peek out from the collar of his shirt as if he’s some fucking gangster.
The late afternoon sun slips through the tall French windows, casting a shadow on his dark features, hair, and expression. He looks like a brutish version of my friend Aiden, which says something, considering he’s the epitome of savage fuckery among us.
I point the gun in his direction. “Get off my property before I paint the walls with your brains.”
He doesn’t even flinch, blink, or move. His expression remains the same—blank, unreadable, definitely what a bloody lizard would look like.
“I can’t leave without doing what I came here for, sir.” He speaks with ease, too comfortable in his own skin for someone who looks no older than twenty-five. Oh, and he’s definitely assertive.