Epilogue

Me and Dad lay breathing heavy and Mason between us, mum a little farther off on her own, not really knowing what to say to either of us. This fight has been nothing but a massive loss for me. It's left me feeling worse, mostly because my father couldn't say anything. It was painfully obvious he didn't know what to say, even though, to be completely honest, I never gave him the chance to.

I align my collars and tug down my sleeves, adjusting my jaw as I walk away, my eyes fixed on him.

Mason does not say a thing but just lowers his head when I look at him. I thought he just hated me because I had most of the things he didn't but now I realize how wrong I was.

My family hurt him.

Now all I want is to be as far as I could from this mess of a family as I possibly can.

The door opens and a trembling Ryela walks in. I stare at Mason who smiles lightly at me. He knows I need this. I needed some assurance that my whole life will not just fall apart.

Ryela hugs me and I don't know what to do. I freeze. Not knowing how to react. My ribs hurt from the fight and I too have a few scars. I whimper when she touches the side of my face where it was broken.

"Let me dress these." She says gently.

She glances at Mum, who quickly catches on and quietly leaves to get the first aid kit.

"Thank you." I say after it is done and she gives me a soft smile.

Mom and Mason seem to be okay excusing themselves and dad knows better than to show his face, so he leaves the house. Once the room clears Ryela turns her full attention to me. She studies my busted lips, her brows pulling together in worry. Her fingers trail lightly across my wounds.

"You are sick. You know that?" she says and I cock my head to see her face. "That was your father!"

"I promised you Mason would be safe," I say. And I mean every word. "I had to make sure of it."

She keeps touching my face, gentler now, more unsure than angry. The weight in her eyes starts to soften.

"And if you keep doing that," I add with a slight smirk, "I might actually forget my lips are broken."

She smiles and brushes her teeth on her bottom lip. My body betrays me. Is it weird that I have a hard on just looking at her and I don't really care about the pain, I just want to kiss her?

I hold the back of her head without thinking and I kiss her. I kiss her so hard that I feel my body temperature rise. I part her lips to gain enough access into her. I cannot have enough of her. She kisses as hungry. Like she has wanted this forever. My hands carelessly move to shift her body and she climbs to my lap, her breath rugged, her pressing into me with a need that makes my heart pound.

"F***ck!!" I groan into her and hold her arse to keep her in place and she returns the gesture by gridding harder. Her hips move with intent, slow and maddening. I release her arse and make way for my hand to reach her folds. Her body jumps a bit and she groans. Damn my body is definitely misleading right now and I cannot get myself to stop.I tug gently at her hair, and she lets out a soft sound, her body arching, drawn closer like we're magnets pulled past reason.

Lust blazes in her eyes, so obvious and wild. My head drops to her neck and I press my lips against her skin. I feel the urge to take her, to mark her and that thin thread of restraint is quickly unraveling.

"Mmh-mmh."

Someone clears their throat by the door and we freeze.

The sound pulls us back like a slap. I had completely forgotten that we are still in the freaking living room. Lary steps inside, his expression unreadable, followed by two men and a woman in a sharp black suit. Their presence shifts the air instantly and my hands turn cold.

"Logan." he calls out as Ryela moves from on top of me and seems really embarrassed.

My heart slows and my breath neutralizes really fast when I realize that Lary called the police on Dad.

 Not The End!