Reign (The Sainthood - Boys of Lowell High #3)(15)

My mouth hangs open, and I stare at my mom in complete shock. “You know about it?”

“There’s a lot I knew that your father wasn’t aware of,” she cryptically replies, standing. “And don’t ask, Harlow. You agreed.”

I absently nod, thrown for a loop. I want to ask her if she knows it was Sinner who kidnapped and tortured me, but I’m also afraid to ask, because if she confirms it, I have no idea how I’ll stop myself from murdering her with my bare hands.

“Have you contacted the school?” Saint asks. “Or do you need us to cover it?”

“I’ve spoken with Vice Principal Pierson. It’s handled.” She stands in front of me. “Walk me out, darling?”

Caz helps me to stand, and I follow Mom outside.

“I’m so sorry about Sariah, Harlow.” She holds my face in her palms. “I know how close you two were.”

I gulp over the fresh lump in my throat, beseeching Mom to drop it.

She nods briefly before clearing her throat. She releases my face, clasping my hands in hers. “I know I’m asking a lot, but I need you to trust me and believe me when I say you are the most important thing in my life. Everything I have done is to protect you. I almost lost you too.” Tears well in her eyes. “I nearly died when Saint called me.” Tears stream down her face. “This is not the life I wanted for you, and I can’t stand by while others try to harm you.”

“It’s okay, Mom. We know who’s responsible, and we’re dealing with it.” Although, I’m far from safe, but articulating that point won’t help either of us.

“I’m so proud of you, Harlow.” Her eyes shine with the truth of her words. “You never stop fighting, no matter how many times life tries to drag you down. I always thought you were more like your father, but I think there’s more of me in you than I realized, but you’re stronger than we were at your age.”

“Was it real, Mom? Did you really love Dad?”

“Oh, honey.” More tears pool in her eyes. “Trey Westbrook was the love of my life, and I loved him with my whole heart and soul. I miss him so much.”

Tears gather in my eyes. “Me too. He was the best dad.”

“He was, darling, and he loved you so much. He was incredibly proud of you.” She kisses the top of my head, and we stand there, without speaking, both lost in our heads, but it’s not awkward, and the burst of angry frustration I was feeling inside dies out. I didn’t realize how badly I needed to feel Mom’s love or how deeply it cut me believing she didn’t care enough. I don’t understand why she’s doing what’s she’s doing, and I hate she is concealing so much, but I believe her now, and I hope we can find a way to permanently repair our relationship once that bastard is out of the picture.

“Take those boys and get away from this mess for a few days,” she says, breaking the silence. “When you return, we’ll talk properly.” She kisses my brow. “I love you so much, honey. Never doubt that.”

“What about you, Mom? Who’s going to protect you?”

She tucks my hair behind my ears. “I’m a big girl, Harlow. I know how to take care of myself, and I know the inner workings of Neo’s mind. I know how to play him, so don’t waste a second worrying about me.” She kisses my brow again. “Go. Rest. Eat. Heal. We’ll talk when you are back. I promise.”

I wait until she has driven out of sight before heading back inside, trying to figure out what the heck just happened.

“She gone?” Saint asks, and I nod.

“I think she’s on our side.” I lower myself on to the couch beside Galen.

“She’s definitely working an angle,” Saint agrees.

“And she’s doing it for you,” Theo adds. “That was crystal clear today.”

“What’s this cabin she mentioned?” Caz asks.

I wet my lips, preparing to eat humble pie. “I was going to tell you about it. It’s a cabin that’s been in my dad’s family for generations. It’s where we went once a month to train.”

“Wait! Granddad knows about it?” Saint looks seriously unhappy.

I walk over to him, climbing into his lap, ignoring the stab of pain that shoots through my ribs. “Don’t do that. Diesel knew about it because it’s where we trained. Period.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Theo asks.

I drag my lower lip between my teeth, trying to find the right words to explain it. “The cabin was something Dad and I did together. Our secret, or so we thought. After he died, it became my retreat from the world when things threatened to become too much. I planned to take you there, but we’ve only recently cleared up our differences, and with everything going on, there hasn’t been time.”

Saint peers into my eyes, and I let him see the truth. He nods, brushing his thumb against my lower lip, and a relieved sigh escapes my mouth.

“How far away is it?” Theo asks.

“It’s about a two-hour drive from here.”

Saint lifts me off his lap, placing my feet on the ground as he stands behind me. “So, what are we waiting for? Let’s make a move.”





CHAPTER 6


WE DEAL WITH Taylor first, adding a few more cuts and bruises to her pretty face, and I enjoy her anguished screams as I hack off her long blonde hair with my knife, leaving her with short, jagged ends that will take some time to grow back. I want that bitch to look in the mirror every day and be reminded of me and the danger she’s placed her family in by coming after us.