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Page 102 of The Damaged Billionaire's Obsession

“No, because I found Twiggy,” she answers.

She explains before I get the chance to ask who the fuck Twiggy is. I’m still gearing up to hear more about that Jake motherfucker. Because I know he’s the one who hurt her.

“Twiggy—um, his real name is Silas. He was a boy I met in the streets. He was tall and very strong, but he wasn't scary at all. Helooked like a girl and sometimes dressed like one. I didn’t have any friends, and also, nobody dared mess with me when he was near, so I followed him around.” She seems to physically brace herself before continuing, “And in time, I begged him to give me drugs, too, and so, he gave me heroin.”

I stare at the woman in my arms, incredulous. “Are you being serious, Bonnie?”

She burst into tears. “I wanted to forget! I was hurting too badly. I’m so sorry, Ethan.”

“Hey, hey, baby, look at me. It’s okay.” I kiss her tears away. “It’s okay.” I kiss her forehead, her eyelids, her pert nose, and sculpted cheekbones, and finally take her plump lips, sweeping my tongue into her mouth to stroke along hers. I let myself indulge in her taste before releasing her mouth to touch my forehead to hers.

“I don’t care what you’ve done. I love you and I want you. All of you. I just want to know what happened to you, okay?”

She nods.

“So, what happened after?”

“Nan loved me and Twiggy, in spite of everything. But she was smart enough to keep her money and precious things locked away from us. We were stealing, pickpocketing, that sort of thing.

Twiggy got clean first and made me do the same. Anyway, it wasn’t much fun on the streets without him to protect me. We moved to Dublin, then he taught me how to hack. He’d always been a hacker but went through a rough patch, and that’s why he became homeless.”

I’m careful not to show how much I’m freaking out. “How old were you at the time?”

“Um, I think I was twenty-one when we moved to Dublin. The following year, I came to the U.S.”

Twenty-one. At twenty-one, I was in college, already making money, getting recognized for my work, and having therapy for PTSD.

This delicate woman here had been to hell and back at twenty-one

I can’t wait anymore, so I flip us over so she’s lying on top of me.

“Baby, who is Jake?”

She flinches, and I stroke a soothing hand down her back.

“Was it him?” I ask softly. After she nods, I gather her closer. “When?”

“I was seventeen. It was debs—prom night.”

Sonofabitch.“I am so sorry, Bonnie.” I hold her tightly to me.

“I had a crush on him for as long as I can remember, and he pretended to like me. I was so stupid, Ethan.”

“You were not, it wasn’t your fault, Bonnie.”

She pauses for a bit, clearly gathering the courage to finish her story. “That’s the reason why I ran away from home. I left school because everyone knew about what happened that night. They called me names.” She starts to cry.

The pain I hear in her voice when she says the next few words breaks my heart.

“It was a bet with his friends to fuck the Sect master's daughter and turn the religious girl into a slut,” she whispers. “That’s what my dad was. A Sect master. Anyway, Jake Tyler drugged me and took pictures when he was done. He won the bet and left me the money to buy a new dress. We were so poor that I took the money and ran away with it.”

I see.

“And this Jake Tyler, do you know where he is now?” I ask casually.

“He’s in Dublin, I think. His dad has pharmacies all over Ireland, but most are in Dublin.”

He’s still alive then. Good. He messed with the wrong girl.




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