Bitter Truths (The Denton Family Legacy 3)
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“What’s the point in lying? We’re both in the same position. As far as I’m concerned, we’re both after the same thing.” She sighed.
“What’s wrong?”
“I wasted so much time looking for the wrong men. It pisses me off just thinking about it.”
“Then don’t think. Put all of that energy to find the men responsible for it.”
“I will.”
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Oliver Denton was so nice, in a weird, scary kind of way. She wasn’t afraid of him, which should scare her. Apart from the day those men came into her home and killed her family, she didn’t actually remember the last time she was so scared. Oliver didn’t scare her. It was probably weird, but she actually thought he was really nice.
“You want a drink?” he asked.
“I could use a drink.”
He got up off the sofa and made his way toward the kitchen. Ruby stayed sitting, not wanting to give up the comfort she found. Wrapping her arms around herself, she ran them up and down her arms, trying to warm herself up.
Seconds later he returned, carrying two open beers.
“You haven’t drugged me, have you?”
“Nah, I wouldn’t even attempt something stupid like that.”
She giggled. It felt good to finally laugh again, even with a Denton. She really had to get someone to talk to about her issues. The last thing she needed was to deal with someone telling her how fucked up she was. She was having fun with a Denton that she had been more than happy to kill just hours ago.
Taking a sip of the beer, she rested back, knowing that one beer was her limit. She never allowed herself the time to relax. Training was her thing.
“What is going on in that head of yours?” he asked.
“I’m just thinking about my life.” She held up her beer. “I can only drink the one.”
“Why?”
“I don’t have a strong stomach.” She shrugged. “I was more interested in training.”
“Did you do all of your own training?”
“To start off with, and then I blackmailed a guy near a gym to let me fight. This is so weird.”
“Why?”
“We’re sitting talking, and for the longest time I’ve been wanting to kill you.”
He licked his lips then took another swig of his beer.
“What? You look like you want to say something,” she said.
“Nah, I was just curious if you knew everything about the Dentons.”
“Just the usual. You’re a strong family, why?”
“Anything about any legacy? Any rumor about us knowing what woman we want?” he asked.
“Not that I can remember, sorry.”
“No. Don’t worry about it,” he said, slumping down in his seat.