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“What do you think, Rose? Should he come and listen to our story?”
She put Bear to her ear before she looked at Cyrus and nodded.
My heart overflowed with a burst of love at her childlike innocence. I had a feeling she would grow up to be another badass, but instead of the name Molloy, she would carry the name Wicke.
Chapter 46
Cyrus
I fucking loved my diabolical Angel. Moorcroft was dying from the inside and out. The poison was slow and painful. I had to amputate his useless legs since Emilia had taken a sledgehammer to them. He was unlucky enough for me to have enough medical knowledge to keep him alive. But it was the slow skin peeling I performed on him that I enjoyed.
After the first day, he had stopped vomiting and shitting. I came down here several times a day to shove a spiked pole up his ass. Each muffled scream he cried out with made me feel a little better. The bloody pole was a bonus. He was close to the end as his body was beginning to shut down. No one would ever find his remains.
There were only three more names left on the list but Alejandro would be taking care of them. I’d been surprised that the family adhered to Emilia’s strict instructions, but that was what started her on her journey. The need to protect her family. The first time Rose hugged her, Emilia had come to me and cried her heart out. My Angel had an incredibly loving and giving heart.
I glanced at the dying man on my table.
“Your sick room was discovered. The government might try to hide it, but I will ensure all media outlets will get the details anonymously. You will forever be remembered as a monster,” I said before I slapped his skinless face. “Try and hang in until tomorrow.”
I removed my apron and my gloves before I went upstairs to my family.
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It felt good to be home. I purposely chose a state that I could hide away in. Its central location was handy, and I could keep my family safe in my fortress. The doctor still came to check in on Rose and so far, her therapy had been positive. It would be another week to two weeks before we broached the subject of her adoption with her. We wanted to explain what it meant in a way a six-year-old could understand and give her the choice.
Emilia’s family had left, and ‘Dad’ had given me a surprise yet awkward hug before he left. The old man must be going senile. I sent her grandparents home with the new treatment that would aid their longevity. I thought I would be happy when they left, but the house seemed too quiet without the lively banter and laughter. I wanted to give Rose a stable home so as soon as she was ready, we would leave for England.
I never imagined when I met Emilia that I would go from being a loner who avoided people to having an enormous family—that I didn’t hate.
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Two months later we adopted Rose and left it to her in what she wanted to call us, but to us, she was Rose Wicke, our daughter. Emilia’s entire family had come to welcome her to the family. Rose blossomed under everyone's love, care, and attention.
Emilia finally had a baby bump that I was obsessed with. We had been reticent in telling Rose, but she had practically screamed with excitement. Apparently, she had always wanted a sibling. We decided to homeschool her until we got to England.
The paedophile ring had been dismantled, but the battle was ongoing in other areas. I began to hire mercenaries for search and rescue missions. Emilia set up a charity to help the victims and vetted all the staff in her usual stringent manner.
I closed my laptop when I heard the faint laughter. I crept through the house until I reached the kitchen door which I nudged open. I saw my girls looking at a tray of cookies. Emilia wore an apron and leaned over the countertop, and Rose sat beside the tray of cookies.
“Why does it take so long for a baby to come out?” Rose asked.
I froze at the question that could lead to so many other questions and stepped back so I wouldn't be seen.
“Eh, it’s like baking. You have to mix all the ingredients together and bake them in an oven. If you don't bake it long enough, the cookie dough is raw, and if you bake it for too long, then it’s burnt. A baby needs a long time.” she said as she held Rose’s hand. “They come out with perfectly formed fingernails, fingers, hands, ears, head and especially these cute tootsies,” she said, lifting Rose’s foot up.
“So you're baking the baby in your belly? Does it hurt?” Rose asked as she touched the bump.
“No, it doesn't hurt, but I sometimes feel extra sleepy. When the baby grows I won't be able to run as fast when we play tag.”
“I want us to be a real family,” Rose blurted out.
Emilia stood upright and studied Rose for a moment.
“We will be. This will be your baby brother or sister, remember?”
“No, a real family with a Mom and Dad. I won't call you Mommy because it reminds me of my Mom,” Rose said as she pondered.
Emilia’s face fell for a second before she quickly smiled at her.
