“I’ll get him,” she says. “He’s in this house. The cancer should almost be taking him now. He’ll barely feel a thing with Atropine, Grayson. You didn’t really want a kid; admit it.”
I wrap my hand around her throat and sling her against the table. Her leg wraps around my hip, and her dress raises up her thigh. She moans and tires to reach for my cock. “You know you miss us,” she says, trying to rock her disgusting cunt against my very uninterested flaccid cock.
“I fucking hate you.” I grab the large needle from my pocket and stab her in the thigh. She screams while I laugh. “Do you feel that?” I lower my face and rub my nose down her cheek. Her impending death has me slightly turned on. “That’s a needle in your bone, bitch. I’m going to suck you dry of it for our son. He needs it.”
“I’m not a match!” she screams, trying to pull away, but Doctor Gladstone is there with another needle, plunging it into her hipbone. She starts to sob, screaming bloody murder at the top of her lungs while we suck the marrow out.
“Liar.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
FINLEY
The day is beautiful. The sun is shining, and the waves are a bright navy blue. The sand is black and more like small pebbles than granules. I tilt my head back and bury my fingers in the sand, letting the sun warm my face. It’s weird to be enjoying the day when tonight, I’m face-to-face with Trevor. The man who ruined my life and Grayson’s.
I used to think that way. I shouldn’t say ruined. My life is great now. I have friends, a beautiful home, and a view people would die for.
“Hey, sexy,” Grayson playfully murmurs in my ear as he drops down beside me. “You look good enough to eat.”
“You already had your fill,” I tease.
“I’ll never get enough of you.” He drops his head and kisses me on the side of the neck.
A squeal of laughter comes from the water, and Grayson and I watch as Owen carries Dillon deep enough where the waves can hit them. Dillon shouldn’t be out here. It’s too dangerous, but he really wanted to see the ocean because he had never seen it before. As hard as it was for Grayson to accept that request, he gave into his son’s dying wish.
We aren’t sure if the transplant will take, and if it doesn’t, Grayson wants to make sure Dillon gets to do the things he wants.
“He looks happy,” I say, watching him smile as Owen spins them in circles.
“Yeah, he does.” Grayson’s voice gets deeper, thicker with emotion ,and I hold out my hand to take his. He doesn’t hesitate. He wraps our hands together and watches as his son has the time of his life.
“How are you feeling after last night?” I ask him. We haven’t talked about what happened with Kendall. While I know he hated her, at one point, there was love there. It has to hurt somehow, right? To kill the woman who used to be your dream, that sounds like more of a nightmare to me.
“Liberated,” he says, following Owen and Dillon with his eyes. “I have no regrets. Life is and will be better without her in it. I don’t have to worry about her trying to take Dillon from me.” He changes the subject when a large wave crashes over Owen. Dillon is fine, but Grayson is getting antsy. “He looks tired, right? I think that’s enough ocean for the day. I’m going to take him inside.” Grayson stands and wipes the sand off his round butt, which I can’t help it, I rear my hand back and give the firm globes a slap.
“If only I had a quarter,” I say, pretending to bounce one off his ass.
He gives me a flirtatious wink and strides toward Owen and Dillon, but first, he gives me a look over his broad shoulder and sways his ass. My laugh is loud and boisterous, maybe a little obnoxious, but it feels so good to laugh.
Until I remember the day isn’t going to be like this forever. Trevor still needs to be dealt with.
Grayson takes Dillon from Owen’s arms, and carries him out of the water. “You coming?” Grayson asks.
I shake my head and wiggle my phone at him. “I need a few minutes of privacy. I’m going to check what my mom said.” I haven’t checked her messages since I’ve been here, and I miss her. I miss who she used to be. I miss being able to talk to her about anything. I’m not sure what happened and what caused her to turn into the lost woman she was before she died, but my heart aches for what I used to have with my parents.
Grayson bends down and gives me a kiss on the forehead, and Dillon gives me one on the cheek. I cup Dillon’s face with my hand and stare at Grayson. “I love you both.”
“We love you too,” Dillon yawns.
“I’ll be up in a second.” I can tell he wants to stay, but I’ll be fine. Trevor is in town at some cheap motel last time Sebastian checked.
Once I’m alone, I appreciate the beauty of the water again. The sun is glistening down on the surface, reflecting light with every ripple. The breeze blows the salt into my hair, and the seagulls are cawing above. There’s a sailboat in the distance, slowly making its way across the sea. I’ve never been on a boat before. Maybe that’s something I can talk Grayson into.
With a deep, sorrow-filled breath, I call my voicemail and put the speaker on so I can hear her over the crash of waves against the shore.
“Finley. Don’t come back. You hear me? Don’t you dare come back. I’m proud of you for leaving, for getting the courage to get
