Our son.
Our son.
Our son.
Oh my gosh, Rex is Isa’s son.
My head swivels toward Rex as I search his face for pieces of my father.
Pieces of me.
“Shae.” Brows dipped low, Rex places a hand on my mine, and I pull my arm back. “Are you okay?”
I shake my head because I still can’t find words, and he reaches for me again.
“Shae, you’re scaring me.”
“Rex, sweetheart,” Isa says. “Why don’t you get Shae a glass of water.”
Sweetheart.
Sweetheart.
Sweetheart.
She’s his mother.
Which means he’s my brother.
Oh, God, I’m going to be sick.
“Where’s the bathroom?”
Rex points down the hall. My stomach dips and turns like a rollercoaster, and before he can verbally respond, I fly up from my chair and run.
Flinging the door open, I drop to my knees in front of the toilet. The tile is cool against my heated skin, and I lean forward as my stomach heaves, expelling my dinner.
A dinner I had with my brother right after I fucked him.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to push the thought from my head.
I fucked my brother.
My stomach heaves again, this time bringing with it a wave of tears, and I choke back a sob.
The bathroom door flies open, and a delicate hand lands on my back. I don’t know whether to be relieved or pissed that it’s Isabella and not Rex, but right now I’m facing the lesser of two evils, because how in the world am I supposed to look Rex in the eye again?
“Don’t touch me,” I cry, and she pulls her hand back as though I might bite her. A second later a cool, wet cloth wraps around my neck.
“Shae, I’m so sorry you aren’t feeling well.”
I narrow my eyes. “Cut the shit, Isabella.”
Her lips pinch together in a thin line. She watches me for a moment, as if she’s trying to read my mind.
“I know it was you. You sent me that letter. You had an affair with my dad”—and the very worst part—“and he’s my fucking brother!”
She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “I know this is a shock for you. We have so many things to talk about, and we will talk about them, but right now I need you to hold yourself together because Dante is out there—”