“What?
“Kill someone… oh, here’s some food.” She pauses. “I hurt you… oh, here’s some food. Talk to me like shit… oh, here’s some food.” She rolls her eyes. “Clearly, you need to learn romance and how to speak love languages. Not everything can be solved with food.”
I pause, taking a step back and peer at her intently. “Do you want the food or not?”
“Yes, food.” She nods and closes her eyes.
“Stay awake. I don’t think you’re meant to sleep.”
“So… damn… bossy.” She waves me off as I leave the bedroom.
When I open the door, Sailor is standing there with Piper.
“She’s still alive,” I tell them.
“She’d better be,” Piper replies.
Sailor just smiles before she heads off to her room.
“Lucas.” I stop mid-stride on my way to the kitchen at Piper’s stern voice. “What’s so special about her? She killed your father, and yet she still breathes. You know if anyone else did that, they would not be breathing.”
“What’s your point?” I ask, not looking back.
“You love her.”
“No such thing as love, Piper. That’s just something our parents want us to believe in.”
“You telling me you don’t love your mother?”
“No, I do not. Because it’s not real, and only a fool would think so. But if you ever threaten my mother, make no mistake….” I turn to face her. “I will end you.”
“Big bad Viper,” she mocks.
“You don’t want to test me. Not today.”
“And what would Chanel say about that?”
“She’d say nothing, like a good little whore,” I reply, then walk down the stairs.
Chapter Eight
Chanel
I heard him.
I heard every single word they said and replayed them in my mind, “Like a good little whore.”
He’s angry at me. I get it. I did kill his father. But he gave me to that man as if I meant nothing. So, fuck him!
The door creaks open, and Piper sticks her head in. “You heard that?” she asks, eyeing me on the bed.
My arms are crossed over my chest. “I did.”
“He didn’t mean it.”
“Lucas means everything he says,” I tell her.
“Okay, that’s true. I was hoping you didn’t know him well enough to know that fact.”