Chapter 9 #3
When you’re constantly around immoral, corrupt people, doing things no young person should ever have to endure, it’s hard to keep your sanity.
This life changed me, changed us, and not for the better. I might be obsessed with Nola Edwards, might want to make her mine, to have her at my side.
But I don’t just want to worship her, to pleasure her. I also want her pain, her fear, her life in my hands.
The things we had to do growing up fucked with us, we’re not right in the head. We get off on causing pain.
Nola is too good of a person for us. And I’d never forgive myself if I watched her light dim, fading away like I had to watch my mother die.
Her soul is too good, too pure. She’s untainted, and we plan on making sure it stays that way.
Even though it’s really fucking hard to do.
We’re young, just really starting to live our lives. We’re not looking to settle down, to get married and have kids.
I’d be content living my life as a single man, finding pleasure where I can.
Does our choosing not to make Nola ours mean we’re going to let her move on and find someone else? Hell fucking no. Thankfully, she’s shown no interest in any other guy. She lives a quiet, sheltered life, and we’ve made sure it stays that way.
Her father might be a part of our world, and she might share the same blood as her father, but she’s shown no signs that she’s anything like him.
And she probably never will be.
We plan to protect her, keep her out of harm's way while we continue to live our depraved lives.
But what Jasper doesn’t know is that if I find an opportunity, even the smallest hint that she could possibly be what we need, I’m going to take it.
If I can get Nola to be ours, I’ll do it.
“Don’t push me,” Jasper warns, jabbing me in the chest with his finger. “We’re equals. Remember that.”
I run my tongue over my teeth as he exits the plane, hands fisted at my side.
He might be my best friend, my brother, but he will not control the outcome of my life. He might be okay with never having Nola as ours, but I’m not.
Maybe it’s selfish of me, but I don’t fucking care.
The drive to the hotel wasn’t very long. We got settled in, showered, and changed for the day.
Work begins tomorrow, but today I have a very important person to see.
Leaning against the rental car, I wait in the parking lot of St. Mary of the Cross, an all-girls academy.
The bell just rang a few minutes ago, ending not only the day but marking the end of the school year and the start of summer break.
The girls all cast a look my way, whispering under their breath and giggling as they walk past me. I pay them no mind, none of them hold any of my interest.
I wait until the girl I’m here for steps through the brass gate doors.
Putting my fingers between my lips, I let out a sharp, loud whistle. “Hey, Callie girl!”
A pair of blue eyes and wild black curls bounce my way.
My grin stretches from ear to ear when my little sister notices me. Lowering my glasses, I ask, “Need a ride?”
Her eyes light up, and I chuckle as she races toward me.
“Sylas!” she shouts, throwing her arms around me. “Oh my god, you're here. You’re really here! I missed you so much.”
I can hear the crack in her voice, and a crack forms in my heart to match it.
“I’m here,” I murmur, holding her tight. “For good.”
“What do you mean?" She pulls back to look at me, brows furrowing. “Are you moving to London?"
“No.” I smile, shaking my head. “But you’ll be moving back home.”
“You’re fucking with me.” Her eyes flick between mine. “Don’t joke with me, Sylas.”
“No joke,” I promise. “Everything's been taken care of.”
I’ve visited my sister a few times over the years. While I didn’t go into detail of my plans—not wanting to subject her to any more of this life than necessary—I did tell her that I was going to find a way to bring her home, to bring him down, and make sure he was out of our lives for good.
She knows our father is dead and that Starla is gone. She never asked questions, just accepted it, but I have a feeling she knows I’m responsible.
And that's okay, as long as she isn’t afraid of me. That's all that matters.
“I’m really coming home?” The excitement flickers back in. “For good?”
“For good.” I nod.
“Oh my god. This is amazing. Thank fuck, because I was five seconds from setting this place on fire.”
That has me laughing. “You worry me sometimes.”
“As if you have any room to talk.” She crosses her arms. “When do we leave?”
“End of the summer.”
She pouts.
“Don’t be like that,” I laugh. “The guys and I have work, but when we have time, we’ll go out and make a vacation out of it. But right now, let’s go grab your things. You’re coming back to the house with us.”
She turns around and faces the school. “Eat rocks, motherfuckers!” she shouts, flipping off the school.
A few nuns nearby gasp, looking horrified.
“Yeah!” I shout, joining her in flipping off the school. “Suck my big, fat cock!”
“Ew,” Callie laughs, turning her bright eyes to me. I smile back, a blanket of rightness settling over me.
All of this was for you, Callie girl. We did it.