“Thank you,” she whispered, no longer able to hold all her emotion in as her tears trailed down her cheeks.
“Someday,” Tory whispered, kneeling in front of her, reaching up and brushing her tears away, “Someday you are going to have to tell us what happened, tell us where you have been.”
“It’s not a pretty story,” she whispered through her sobs.
“Fuck,” Ben muttered under his breath, and his hand went to her leg squeezing in support.
“None of our stories are pretty,” Troy answered her solemnly. “We don’t care what happened to you, little sister. We care that you are home. Home with your family.”
“If I knew that you guys still wanted me, that what father did was so wrong, I would have tried to get away sooner.” Tory’s hands clenched at her words.
“But Mark. My Mark, he saved me. He took revenge for me. Then he made me whole again.”
Tory studied her, his eyes betraying his anger, but his touch, his hands holding her, were still gentle. “Then let’s go get your Mark.”
She smiled at him.
I’m coming, Mark.
Danny was staring at Dominic, torn between slapping the fucking sense into him and just doing the fucker in.
He knew his heart was in the right place.
It always was.
But ever since they had left the Familia, Dominic had seemed to be drifting.
Yes, he had Alice, his businesses, and his family.
But the man did not deal very well with anything out of his control.
And this was one of those situations.
For almost three years now Danny had watched his family around him, watched as they found love.
Found peace.
Found acceptance.
And he was the only one left.
Dominic had Alice.
Rick had Christine.
