SWNOVELS Chapter Little Liar: Epilogue II
Olivia’s hand stays firmly in mine as we’re led through the manor filled with partygoers. It’s more formal than anything. A charity event where we’ve pledged two hundred thousand to research rare genetic diseases.
Scotland is fucking freezing. I don’t know why we agreed to this. I wanted to go on vacation, but Sebastian Prince invited us here, and since I’ve kept in contact with Barry, the one who cut Olivia’s tracker from her arm, I didn’t think I could refuse to come.
She has a tiny scar, though nothing compared to my initials on her body, or the scars on my side and chest. She loves them. Kisses them whenever she can when she’s traveling down to suck my dick.
“Why do you look so mad? The both of you?”
I frown deeper and look at Isaac, who looks more than pissed to be here.
His hair is styled the same as my own, much to Olivia’s dismay. He also has on a fitted suit, just like me, and I hate it. I don’t like wearing this shit, and my son looks like he wants to set fire to himself every time he needs to adjust his cuffs.
He’s fourteen, but the terrible teens hit years ago, so we’re used to his attitude and mood swings now, though I’d say we had the most placid kid out of everyone else. Isaac would rather play on his computer with his friends than go out, and even if he does, he soon calls either me or his mother to pick him up because it’s too much for him.
He’s like me, but at the same time he’s not. The aggression that was stuck to my soul from my past trauma isn’t attached to him—I had baggage on top of baggage, and it didn’t help that I hated the world and myself until I met Olivia.
The kid even likes fucking spiders—could I get any luckier?
We didn’t have any more children. Isaac is enough for us, and it means we can give him all our attention when it’s not on each other. I don’t think I could risk having a girl and her turning out like Molly with her goddamn tantrums. She’s basically like a daughter anyway.
I wonder what they’d all say if they knew our mother was buried in a deep grave in the middle of nowhere?
When we get into the main party, I recognize the group in the corner.
Tobias nods to me as he leads his wife, I assume by the wedding ring on his finger, towards Base and his friends.
There are children everywhere. I love my own, but other kids make me uneasy and, technically, I still hate them. They’re loud for no reason and give me a headache.
Base has a little boy on his hip while talking to one of his friends. Kade Mitchell. I’ve never seen him in the flesh, but I’ve heard about him on the news and through constant text messages from Base.
He’s the tall one with black hair. He got out of prison the same year Isaac was born, after a massive worldwide war with a corrupt cop who dragged him into the underworld. He fought his way out and got to have the girl of his dreams, and, going by the children by his side, a family.
His eyes land on me briefly as he moves to his father’s partner. He kisses her cheek, and from reading his lips, I learn she’s his mother.
Shit. Even Tobias got the girl, though it took him thirty years.
Her husband before him died. This entire event is for him and to fund more testing for the disease that took his life so suddenly—Ewan I think his name was.
“Abbi!” Olivia calls, and I roll my eyes at the purple-haired girl with a Reznikov brother on her arm. My wife vanishes from my side and goes to her friend, and Isaac huffs beside me.
Then his eyes land on someone by the punch bowl. “Who’s that?”
I shrug.
“Can I go talk to her?”
I raise a brow at him, at the blush creeping up his face, and I gesture forward. Good luck, I sign, and he signs back, I don’t need luck. I’m a Vize.
Silently laughing, I shove my hands into my pockets and watch him walk up to a girl around the same age as him. She has dark hair, and given that she looks exactly like her mother, I know who Isaac is attempting to flirt with.
A presence comes up beside me, a beer to hand.
“Keep your son away from my daughter,” Kade warns.
I smirk.
Because we both know that’s not going to happen.