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I really did not like this chick, and, what's more, I really did not want to come face to face with her. I was worried she was going to bring out the worst in me and that was never something you wanted other people to see.
"I don't, girl, I promise." He said in a dark voice that hummed with feeling.
He meant that, he really did. I heard the vow clear as day in his voice. When Tyson promised me things there was no going back on those promises for him. When he'd first started promising me things it had bothered me because I'd never had anyone keep their promises to me before and thought they had always been meant to be broken. Then I'd met Ty and he'd proved me wrong and taught me that with the right person promises weren't a bad thing at all and there were people out there who actually did the things they said they were going to do, that there were people out there who actually kept their words and they were sacred to them. Tyson was one of those people and evidence and time was slowly suggesting that so were the rest of my guys.
"It's Uncle Quint and Julian that I care about," he said in a serious voice that held just as much emotion as he'd had when he was promising me things. "Uncle Quint, as you know, is capable of doing many things and some of them are horrible. Take what he did to Annabell's face before. That was extreme, and, when it had first happened I had hated him for it. I had loved her then and he hurt her. Even though I was heartbroken over what she had tried to do to us and what she had actually done, it hurt me to see her hurt. And, girl, her face was completely fucked up. Seeing her now, it looks better, but not by much. And that's because of Julian. Uncle Quint wouldn't have been able to do that shit to her without Julian. It had always bugged me that Julian had been involved because he'd loved her too, or, at least he was supposed to have loved her. She claimed both Damien and Julian had loved her."
He stopped speaking and I sucked in a sharp breath. Okay, so maybe I wanted to go back to talking about having children because this was not what I wanted to be talking to him about. All three of them meant a great deal to me and I didn't much enjoy hearing tales of them loving and being involved with people before me, especially this person, this hideous bitch.
Truth be told, I didn't think I would enjoy hearing about anyone they had been in love with before who had hurt them in any way. If it had been a sweet kind of love and they had parted for different reasons, like one of their parents got a job out of state and they were forced to move far, far away and their long-distance relationship couldn't hack it and they broke up. That was the kind of relationships I thought I might have been able to deal with.
Instead, I was left dealing with the crazy kind where the ex had used magic on more than one of my boyfriends and several other witches to boot. Then she'd tried to isolate them from their coven so she could rip them away from their family and use them to create her mega-ultra uber coven and then world domination was likely up next on her agenda. This is the kind of crap I was left to deal with and they had problems because of her. Tyson didn't necessarily get along with Julian or Damien but that was because they weren't all fired up to like him or get along with him because of her and what had gone down between the four of them.
Even their baggage had baggage and it was extreme.
Enter me.
Another girl for them to maybe (hopefully) fall in love with and not get their hearts ripped out of their chests and shoved through a cheese grater this time around.
I really did not want him to be rehashing this crap with me tonight, or any night for that matter. But mostly this night because in a very short time I was going to come face to face with her and I wasn't looking forward to it at all.
"Why are you so worried about Jules and Uncle Quint?" I asked seriously, searching for anything to take me away from having to think about his ex and actually meeting her which wasn't something I actually wanted to be doing.
"Are you serious?" he asked as he shot me a questioning look before he faced the empty road again.
"Well," I said, "yeah."
And that was no lie. I didn't understand why he was so concerned about them. Yeah, Quinton had done something messed up to Annabell's face and that was seriously messed up and not something I would have ever dreamed of doing to another human being, but this was Quinton we were talking about and he did horrible things to people all of the time. He'd been doing horrible things long before I ever met him, and he wasn't going to be changing any time soon. I had long since given up the hope of him changing into a sweet boy and had embraced his dark side. It was him, he worked it and it worked for him. Yeah, I argued with him all the time and we didn't always get along, but I would back whatever he did (mostly) and I would trust that he thought he was doing the right thing at the time. That didn't mean I wouldn't argue with him about it later or give him a hard time for it, because I would, for sure. If I didn't give him hard time no one else would. And he needed someone to give him a hard time. It was as simple as that.
"Julian is just as fucked up and crazy as Uncle Quint is," Tyson told me. "Do you remember that woman who hit you in the face at Dash's house?"
Did I remember her, he'd asked. Good grief. How could I forget her? I had called her an asshole (because she so had been being one and it was deserved) and she'd smacked me across the face as a result. It had not been my finest moment or my most memorable one. Quinton had literally dragged her out of Dash's house and she certainly hadn't gotten what she'd gone there in search of. She'd been a very pretty gold digger who had married an old man for his money and he'd died and not left it to her. She'd come to my guys to get her cards read and see if they could point her in the direction of where he had left his money because he hadn't actually told anybody, and it certainly hadn't been in the bank.
Heck yeah, I remembered her. I wished I could forget her because being hit in the face was never something a person wished to rehash. Trust me, I had been there several times in my life and I never wanted to remember any of those times. They'd all sucked royally.
"Uh, yeah, Ty," I told him, "I remember her. How could I forget?"
"But do you know what happened to her?" He asked.
I did not see where he was going with this at all or why it was anything I needed to know.
We drove passed a gas station that looked like it had seen better days a really long time ago and I noticed the street lights were out around it. I had gone passed here before and we weren't but twenty minutes away from the Motel.
Damn.
I was nowhere near ready enough to get close to that place or the people there.
We should have spent the time in the car talking about what we were actually going to do once we got there, not talking about the past and the BS that was related to it.
I wanted to scream because this wasn't good, this was so not good it wasn't even funny.
"No," I told him honestly and hoped the bitch was at home in her nice gated community in suburbia land and fast asleep in her bed.
I figured since he'd asked and the way he had that she wasn't safe and tucked away in bed somewhere while going about her normal life like it was any other day.
"What happened to her?" I asked him. I wasn't so sure I even wanted to know but for some dumb reason felt compelled to ask.
"They did something to her," he said. "I heard them talking about it one night and when I walked in on them they immediately stopped talking because they were trying to hide it from me."
