I’ve Talked, You Listen

Savannah

I have had many friends in my life.

Male, female, it never mattered.

I got along with everyone as long as you weren’t an asshat.

Having the Henley boys all care about me, whether it was solely for their shared bloodline with Damon, for his respect for me, or the fact that just maybe, I was breaking down doors and becoming one of them, I don’t know for certain.

I do know, however, I’m touched.

Their friendship means a lot to me.

Having this group of brothers—that, while I will always admit, are fine as HELL—are becoming family for me.

I’ve said how Dane reminds me of Morgan.

I’m sure you already know how deeply I miss being a big sister and how every day for the rest of my life I will miss my baby brother.

But there’s something about having older brothers that Daxon and Darrion offer me that I’ve never known before.

Again, I know Daxon and make flirty little jabs at one another, but that’s just for fun.

It’s heartwarming to find family.

Scary, since I know how easy it is to lose them and it’s not like Daxon or Darrion are the most careful people on the planet.

It doesn’t matter though.

They’re still mine now.

My brothers.

My family.

Seeing them wait for me to ask a question that will hurt and crack the foundation of my entire life, I almost want to pull back.

I don’t want to hurt them.

But I need the truth.

And like every selfish person ever in existence, their needs weigh out over the others.

“Daxon, Darrion, can I talk to you for a second?”

Damon flexes, I know not to turn me on but to rid himself of some growing emotions that he doesn’t like settling within himself.

Darrion meeting my eyes from bracing my knee and slipping it in the cushion.

“Yeah?” Daxon answers for the pair.

“I want to know the truth. Whatever it is, I need to hear it. Do not hold out on me.”

I pause for dramatic effect.

“Did my parents betray their friends?”

My dad used to say, between your truth and theirs, lies what actually happened.

They’re gone.

I can’t know their truth, can I?

I know they had reasons for whatever they did and I respect them for it, but they raised me to know what was right, and what was wrong.

No matter the justification.

The one like a suctioned black hole, I can feel the vibe change and grow to a breaking point.

I phrased my question that way, but what I was really asking was: ~Are my parents the bad guys?~

I mentally crossed my fingers and prayed to the gods of J.K. Rowling I was not about to find out that my mother and father were a Malfoy crossbreed.

~Please.~

I can’t be having Bellatrix Lestrange as my auntie.

I could never forgive her for killing Sirius.

~Never.~

It took me ten years to forgive the actor Helen Bonham Carter for playing that cunt, let alone…

Daxon looked at Damon, who looked at me. Darrion stood up, one hand on his hip, the other pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Just say it,” I encouraged the two elder brothers. I didn’t need my feelings spared.

I needed the truth.

“We weren’t there. We were just kids. I was seven, Dax was five. We don’t really know.”

I scoff and click my tongue.

“Don’t bullshit me, dickhead. I’m a grown-ass goddess. My mother was a wonderful mother, my father a kick-ass dad.

“That will not change no matter how... they treated their friends... it doesn’t make them bad parents. I need the truth so I know what I’m dealing with. I need to know how to fix it. The truth, let me hear it.”

I wag a finger at Darrion.

I can take it.

His lips press out and his jaw clenches down. The nod of his head is done with a snarkiness that I know is inherited from their father.

“The truth is, we’re biased, Savannah. We believe our parents. They said Madis blood is shitty backstabbing snitches, we believe them.”

Darrion shrugs his shoulders.

“But I’m not. If that’s true, what is said about my parents, I’m not like that. I’d die for the people I love. Not a second thought about it, no regret or fear. If I needed to jump feet first into hell I would.”

Darrion shrugged his shoulders again and offered a plan little, “Yep. We can see that.”

“You’re no help,” I groan and facepalm.

“My mom said Ellie was afraid,” Dane piped up.

All of us looking at him and the plates of food surrounding him.

“Mom didn’t tell you shit,” Damon snaps.

“You were six when... No way did she talk to you about that,” Daxon adds.

“She didn’t tell me in person. She…”

He looks away from his brothers to meet my eyes, and I know find some type of confidence in them.

“After they left, Ellie wrote to Mom. Gave her money and stuff. I found the letters in her trunk. Ellie told my mom she was scared.”

The boys gawk, but my mind is running a million miles an hour.

“Afraid of what? Where are the letters?”

Dane winces.

“Dad burned them with her stuff that year... but I don’t know. They wrote in code. She said she was scared Huns would find out. I guess your dad didn’t know she was writing? I’m not really sure.”

Huns?

My mom always called my dad “lover boy” and dad called mom “bunny.”

That doesn’t make sense.

“If my parents turned in their club, your dad included, then why would my mom write yours? They would be enemies.”

That makes no sense.

More silence.

More questions.

“Fuck it. I’m hitting pause. Today’s questions can be tomorrow’s problems. Now, I eat.”

I pat the bed next to me to summon Dane and the buffet he has brought in.

Patting the other side, I call over my Angel and have him sit beside me.

Dane piling a plate for me, I ask the guys if they want to play poker again.

Damon gives a sharp “No,” Dane runs to get the cards and chips, Darrion mulls it over, while Daxon starts talking out his ass about how he can beat me now.

“Sure, Daxxy. How much money will I be taking from you tonight?”

Damon chuckles, picking from my plate as we talk smack back and forth.

“How many trials am I going to be put through?”

Damon starts to tense back up.

For a man who had twelve orgasms today, you would think he would be more relaxed, even with the fight and the talk.

“Three more. One will be simple, the other something like what can you bring to the club, and the last, something of a fight for the club.”

Licking my fingers, I lean in and grab Damon’s chin.

Licking up the smear of gravy he has at the corner of his devilish lips before sticking my tongue down his throat and sucking his face off for a few seconds, leaving him breathless.

“All Lunas don’t get tested the same?”

Regaining his composure, he shakes his head ~no~ before continuing pecking at my plate.

“It’s the same question but never the same exact test.”

Taking a finger full of the mashed potatoes, I drop it down the valley between my boobs while staring Damon dead in the eye.

“Oh, would you look at that? I better get it.”

I smack my lips and grope myself. Lifting my tits higher, I lick the tops and drag the front of my dress down and effectively motorboat myself in an attempt to clean the potatoes up.

“GET OUT!” Damon yells at his brothers as he strips like his clothes are on fire.

~Distract me, Angel.~

~Also, find those pesky mashed potatoes.~

~I've lost them.~