“You’re not even a little concerned?” he asked, and I heard his voice tightening, “She’s threatening to leave because of you!” he snapped, “Because of that ridiculous pairing the Moon Goddess forced… because you’re refusing to reject your stepsister!”
“I don’t give a fuck if she’s my stepsister. She’s mine. She was always mine. Too bad I haven’t emphasized this enough.” I replied casually.
“Kester…”
“She’s the only one who’s ever made me feel like I wasn’t some walking fucking mistake. You think I’ll give her up just to save your sad excuse of a marriage? Not happening. Not even in your goddamn dreams.” I cut him off.
“Kester, listen to me-
“No, you listen,” I growled. “I don’t give a shit, if the whole damn council thinks it’s a mistake. I don’t care if the heavens themselves come down to beg me-I’m not rejecting her. Not today. Not ever.”
“She’s your stepsister!” he barked as if I didn’t know. “It’s an abomination, Kester! A scandal the pack will never recover from!”
“Then burn the whole pack to the ground,” I said coldly. “Let it fucking rot if that’s what it takes. I’ll stand in the ashes with her in my hands and a smile on my face.”
There was a long pause.
“You’d really let your mother leave me over this?” he said, his voice becoming quieter, “Your mother whom we love? Does that mean nothing to you?”
I laughed.
“You want me to care about your happiness?” I scoffed, glancing at my rearview. “Why the fuck should I care about your happiness, old man?”
I slowed the car just enough to take a sharp turn without killing someone, then sped up again.
“You ruined my childhood. You gave me nothing but silent treatments, bruises, cold dinners, loneliness, and a house full of rules that didn’t make any sense. You acted like I was some experiment gone wrong. And now you want me to feel something because your wife doesn’t want to rot beside you anymore?”
I shook my head slowly as if he could see me.
“No. You deserve it. Every ounce of loneliness that awaits you. Every second of sadness. I hope it eats you from the inside. So don’t feed me that guilt trip about ‘family’ now that your world’s falling apart.”
“I’m still your father, Kester.”
“No. You’re a man who donated sperm and then spent two decades trying to kill anything soft in me. You don’t get to wear the title ‘father’ like it means something.”
I tsked, “You broke me, then act surprised when I turned into a fucking weapon. How pathetic.”
Then, just for the fun of it, I added, “And hey… if Jorja does divorce you, that clears the way for me to marry Kasmine in peace. So, I think I’d push for that divorce.”
I could practically hear the blood draining from his face through the line, but I didn’t give a fuck. I drop say anything else.
Just before I dropped the phone, it beeped again, and when I checked, I saw that it was a text from Kasmine.
My appetite is a mess. Grab something for me, since you won’t let me step out.” e call before he could
Fuck. Did that just cause the dead butterflies in my stomach to kick like they’d been zapped back to life?
Mine was actually asking me to get her something on my way back?
Me?
Did she have any idea what that did to me? How that casual message hit harder than anything else tonight?
If this wasn’t the kind of family I dreamed of, what else could it be?
Coming back from a blood-soaked night and grabbing groceries for my wife like any other man.
Stopping by her favorite spot just to make her smile.
Getting these soft, mundane texts from her to run some errands here and there for her before returning home.
My life was finally falling into place.
Even though she didn’t exactly sound happy in her text, it was still a great start.
And I’d be fucking damned if I didn’t walk through that front door tonight with the whole goddamn city’s worth of food in my trunk for her to pick from.
KESTER.
I pulled into the driveway like I had a fucking purpose.
Because I did.
My guards straightened the second my car rolled to a stop. I didn’t wait for them to salute or do the whole formal protocol bullshit -I rolled down the window halfway and barked, “Empty the trunk. Everything. Take it inside, now.”
They moved fast, reaching for the trunk, but even they had to pause for a second when they opened it.
Yeah.
That shit was full.
I’d gone overboard, and I didn’t give a single fuck. If anything, I was pissed I hadn’t gotten more.
I had an idea what pregnancy does to women, messing with their appetite and all that. So, I was prepared.
There were grocery bags packed with everything she’d ever so much as glanced at. Her favorite chocolate chip cookies-the specific ones with sea salt flakes on top that only one damn bakery in town got right. I bought the whole shelf.
Snack packs of dried mangoes, that exact brand of spicy trail mix she claimed made her lips “tingle just right.”
A box of imported instant noodles from Korea she once mentioned in passing while scrolling on her phone.
Even the stupid purple yogurt she liked that I used to make fun of her for? Bought a dozen.
“Be gentle with that top bag,” I warned one of them, “Her strawberry licorice is in there. If it’s crushed, you’ll be mopping floors for a month.”
Jay, a really young, vibrant boy, opened another bag and blinked. “Is this… garlic butter noodles? And… white truffle fries?” He asked quietly, almost to himself.
“Four servings,” I muttered, “I didn’t know which restaurant she liked better, so I stopped at both. There’s also that garlic bread from the place that gives you two dips. She liked the spicy one last time she tried it.”
Fuck. Did I just interact with a guard? I’d never spoken more than three or four words at most to him before. But tonight?
Kasmine was turning me into something I didn’t recognize anymore.
But guess what? I don’t give a fuck. She could turn me into anything she deemed fit, and I’d gladly let her.
There were cupcakes. The ones from the place downtown that had the lavender frosting she liked to lick off with her finger before eating the rest. I hated how that image stuck in my head.
I wanted her to have… I bought her a fresh phone. Not because the old one was bad but because this one was newer. Better. S the best of everything Then I added a tablet-something light and easy to use if she wanted to scroll or read or whatever while curled up on the couch. A laptop, too. Something solid, fast, good for streaming or doodling or just watching trash TV if that’s what she wanted.
She’d be staying at home for quite a while, and she’d need to keep herself occupied.
I stepped out of the car, rolling my shoulders, the cool night air hiting me as I walked into the house..
“Be careful with the lavender box,” I said to one of the guards, pointing at it. “That’s the jewelry,”
I’d gotten her the newest line from Velour, that stupidly expensive brand she followed on Instagram.
She never once asked me for it. But I’d seen the way her eyes sparkle rings, the little moonstone anklet I knew would look obscene on her watching their reels. The delicate chains, the minimalist bought the full fucking set.
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