Page 74 of Deviants
I told her Brock was her dad because I didn’t want her thinking she’d been getting fucked by her brother.
She looked at me, her blue eyes never shying from my onyx ones. There was a slight frown on her face, and I hadn’t even started yet.
I hadn’t the slightest fucking clue where her mind was.
Cali’s brain operated on its own wavelength; sometimes, it was damn near impossible to know what shit her head had spinning around in it.
Cobra and I had gone over what I should and shouldn’t tell her on the drive back from Jericho. That was the only reason I’d had her ride with Grimm. I wasn’t a ‘give space’ type of person. She could be as mad as she fucking wanted right beside me.
Grimm knew his baby sister was a whole different kind of fucked up than he and I were, but just like our father, he trusted me to take care of her and tell her what I thought she could deal with.
It was Cobra who miraculously wound up being the voice of reason. He pointed out how open-minded she was, how she didn’t judge anyone, how she could walk in a room with two people that destroyed her innocence and remain calm and outwardly collected.
She was so fucking strong.
I knew she could handle the parts of my past I was about to share with her. I walked to the window and rolled my neck.
“Time…it doesn’t change shit. No matter how many years go by, I still remember it like it was yesterday. My mom was David’s third wife. I was never close with him. He thought my mom had an affair because I didn’t have his eyes.
“Things were shitty but about as bearable as they could be in The Order. Then, your mom came along, and David got fucking obsessed. He fucked her on the side. I was young, but I can remember my mom crying a lot. It wasn’t until I got older that I pieced some of this together.
“Your mom got pregnant. David thought it was his. He found out it belonged to the man who was supposed to be his best friend—Brock. I think that’s when he fucking snapped.
“He had you removed from your mother. That same night, he put me in the Shiloh. I was five. The scars are just remnants of my time spent there.
I was allowed out once a month. Other than that, I was fed there, slept there, and spent my time in solitude. Men came to see me—a few women, too.”
I glanced over my shoulder and saw her hanging onto my every word.
“My mother gave me my tactical knife. I was ten by this time. A week later, in the middle of the night, I was taken from the Shiloh and brought into a room.
“Jonah was there, and David too, of course. And three others. They had a woman down on the floor with a veil around her head, taking turns raping her. Beating the shit out of her until her ribs cracked and her jaw broke. When they were done, they left me in there and told me to clean up their mess.
“I pulled the veil off the woman’s head and was met with the face of my mother. I killed her, used the knife she’d given me to slit her throat. I couldn’t fix her, and I couldn’t leave her to die like a wounded animal.
“Fucked up thing is, by that point I felt nothing for her. I still can’t bring myself to feel bad about it. I remember staring at the blood and placing my hand over her heart. I felt it beating hard at first, fighting to keep her alive. It slowly faded away.
“And you were right, David never told us to leave. Brock took me and Grimm in the middle of the night and got us out. He couldn’t get to you. You’ve always been untouchable. He went back to try, but David had moved the colony by then. The rest is ancient history.
“I grew up a cannibal. Brock did what he could to make me human again. He became something like a father; Grimmismy brother. We found Cobra a year later. ”
I sighed and turned to look at her, making my way back to the couch. I needed a fucking drink, and I didn’t drink.
“Rome, I––”
I hushed her with a kiss. “I don’t talk about this shit, Pixie. I don’t need to and I don’t want to. This was just something I wanted you to know.”
I expected her to push me. She didn’t.
“Okay. I understand. I won’t bring it up again, promise.” she held up her little pinky.
Fuck, she was perfect for me.
Like a pussy, I looped my much larger pinky with hers. She smiled as if I’d just given her a pony. “But you can tell me about your cult, right?”
“My cult?” I raised my brows. I guess she would’ve caught on to the fact that the Savages weren’t some street gang. I never told her much about it at all.
I’d just tossed her ass in my world without a lifejacket, and made her learn to swim in it. She hadn’t drowned yet, so I’d like to say things were going good.
