Violent Ends (The Denton Family Legacy 5)

“So, Tamsin, I hear you’re a bright girl,” Paul Savona said.

She stared at him.

“Tamsin’s shy,” her mother said.

This time Landon chuckled. “Oh, please, Mother. Don’t lie to the guy. We all know Tamsin is far from shy.”

She watched her brother.

“I’m not a bright girl because if I was, I wouldn’t be sitting here right now, pretending to give a shit,” she said.

“Tamsin.”

She rolled her eyes at her mother’s sharp word.

From the look in Landon’s eyes, he was with her every step of the way.

“So, Mason, you look forward to being married to a girl?” Gideon asked.

This did surprise her. She thought Gideon, after everything he’d been through, would have been on their father’s side.

Mason merely smirked.

“This is so nice. The Dentons and the Savonas all in the same place,” Mrs. Savona said.

Tamsin didn’t quite catch her name.

There were five Savonas present in their house, the parents and three sons, Mason being the oldest son.

Tamsin avoided his gaze because the truth was, she was so fucking embarrassed right now. Her parents had dressed her up like some kind of offering, and it rankled.

With how her father was foaming at the mouth, she wondered if he’d finally take the belt to her and beat her.

This family was tearing itself apart.

Maddox Denton was clearly fucked in the head, and she had grown way past all of this.

“I hear congratulations are in order,” Paul said.

“Yes, Gideon and Emma, our latest married couple. I don’t imagine it will be long before they’re having children,” Maddox said.

Tamsin watched her father move behind the couple. His grip on both of their shoulders was tight. She wondered if anyone else could see it. Emma was a good actress, and she didn’t give anything away.

“Dinner is served.”

Usually her mother was the one to cook. Tonight, her father had brought in a special chef to cook the meal.

The table, the room, it all looked like something out of a restaurant, not her family home. A lot of things had changed in the past few years.

Taking a seat, she saw the glare from her mother.

“Do well to play nice,” her father said, whispering in her ear.

She didn’t say anything, made no move as if to understand him.

“We didn’t know Landon would be joining us,” Mrs. Savona said. “We heard he was away.”

“I’ve been chained to my mattress on the floor,” Landon said.