“Nicholas said I didn’t belong to Mom and Dad. That I was one of their victims, too.”
His eyes widened with shock, but otherwise, he didn’t react. “Do you believe that?”
“I don’t know.”
“And you’ve been keeping all of this inside of you? Of course, you have.” He inhaled slowly, pulling my body to him, kissing my hair. “Why?”
“I didn’t want our whole lives to be picked apart by the FBI,” I confessed. We were more than aware they would have used this as an excuse to look further into the club, and that was something I wasn’t okay with.
“Ginger. Ginger. Ginger. What am I going to do with you?” He shook his head against mine.
“Fuck if I know.”
His body shook with silent laughter. “No truer words have ever come out of that gorgeous mouth of yours.”
