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Footsteps sounded soon after, and he appeared at the top of the stairs.

“With what?”

“Mason’s a little bitch and won’t hold her still so I can give her stitches. Can you hold her down or something?” I asked with a sigh, and he snorted.

“I’ll stitch, you hold her.”

“Deal.”

Tempest actually paled a little when Hunter walked in and took over, and I sat behind her to hold one of her arms against her side, the other I gripped firmly in one hand. She tried to yank back with no luck, her voice genuinely full of fear. “Ry, we don’t need to.”

“We do. Every time you cut yourself too deep, I’ll drag your ass here and we’ll do this,” I said sharply, gripping her tighter as Hunter picked up the needle to keep going where I’d started.

“Last chance. Hospital?” Hunter offered, shrugging when she shook her head. “Suit yourself.”

Mason winced as Tempest screamed and cried, but I didn’t let go, and Hunter didn’t stop threading. She’d drag this out all night if we let her, and we wanted to go to bed.

I noticed Riley poke her head in, just as she cursed, then Luna appeared.

“Temp?” she asked softly, her sleepy eyes going wide when she noticed what we were doing. “What happened?”

“Your sister had a breakdown at a party while drunk and cut herself,” I replied casually, and Tempest glared at me.

“Shut up.”

“No. Everyone knows you cut yourself, I’m not exactly telling her your secrets,” I scoffed, fighting her flinch as Hunter pierced her skin again.

“Does Dad know?” Luna asked, pushing into the room more.

“Mind your fucking business!” Tempest screamed between sobs, which only pissed Riley off.

“Do you want more stitches? I’m more than happy to beat you to death if you keep speaking to her like a piece of shit,” my sister said sweetly, and Mason gave me a weird look.

“That’s her sister?”

“Yeah, I know,” I snorted, knowing exactly what he was thinking. They looked nothing alike. Luna had a sweet girl vibe and was quiet, whereas Tempest looked like the whore edition of Barbie.

All the noise drew Slash’s attention, and he looked ready to strangle all of us.

“Would you all shut the fuck up? It’s late, go to bed. Stuff Tempest’s mouth with something to stop her screaming the house down too.” I went to make a joke about my dick, but he glared at me. “I’m not playing, Ry. Silence, now.”

I shrugged, leaning over to grab a shirt off the floor, and shoved it in her mouth so Hunter could finish stitching her in peace.

He’d just finished when she stumbled to her feet and raced to the bathroom to throw up, making Mason sigh as he followed. “I’ve got her.”

That was fine by me, I’d helped her enough tonight.

Hunter left a fresh bandage for me to wrap her arm with to keep it clean, then he went to bed himself, and the second Tempest emerged from the bathroom with Mason, I wrapped her arm and ordered her to get into bed, grateful when she passed out within minutes.

Mason thankfully didn’t talk either, meaning I finally got to go back to sleep.

Chapter Nine

Tempest

“Temp. Get your hand off my junk,” Ryder grumbled as I woke up, making me chuckle.

“Even in my sleep I can’t keep my hands off you.” I didn’t move my hand, giving his hardening dick a firm squeeze, pressing against his back more.




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