My face in its anger couldn’t get a

My face in its anger couldn’t get any more tightened. My feet were anchored to the fucking floor.
What the hell? I slammed my fist into the door, sending it swinging so hard that it hit the wall behind it. Both of them spun around to face me where I stayed rooted to the doorway.
“Fallon!” My mother made a big show of fixing herself. Putting her hand to her chest, she looked at me with sympathetic eyes.
“Fallon.” Madoc held up his hand and shook his head as if he was trying to stop my thoughts in their tracks. “Baby, it’s nothing, okay. Look at me.”
“I told you, honey,” my mother started. “Madoc doesn’t care about you. He and I—”
“There is no you and me!” he bellowed, turning his head and killing her with his eyes.
“Tell her, then.” She pushed off the wall, face even and voice calm. “Tell her about the theater room, you kissing me . . .”
“Shut up!” Madoc walked over to me, looking like he was in pain. “Fallon, look into my eyes.”
What? I dropped my eyes to the ground, trying to make sense of this.
“Ask him.” My mother’s voice drifted from somewhere behind us. “I told you he can’t be trusted, Fallon.”
I closed my eyes, starting to feel my feet melt into the floor.
“Fallon, nothing ever happened!” someone said. “I never touched her. She kissed me . . .”
I hated turning corners. Closed doors.
I could still hear them talking, but I had no idea what they were saying. My feet were gone. My legs up to my knees had faded away, and I couldn’t feel anything when I tried to tense my muscles.
Your life doesn’t interest me, Fallon.
You know what I used to call you? Pussy-on-the-Premises.
I sucked in quick breaths, but they left me slowly as if my body might not have the strength to take in air again. In quick. Out slow. In quick. Out slow.
How could he do this? How could she?
You’re just a slut like your mother. Madoc’s words hadn’t cut before, because I knew they weren’t true. Why did I feel pain from them now?
Did you really think he loved you? He used you!
I squeezed my eyes closed even tighter and swallowed. Swallow it down. Swallow it down.
I heard my name. Madoc. He was saying my name.
“Fallon! Look at me!”
Open your eyes! What do you see?
My eyes snapped open, and I saw Madoc standing in front of me. His eyes were watery, and he was squeezing my shoulders.
Who are you? My father’s smooth, Irish voice washed over me. Who are you?
I tightened my fists again and again, blinking as Madoc kissed my forehead.
I don’t try to kill your demons. I run with them.
That’s what makes Madoc a good kid, Fallon. He picks up the pieces.
I felt his hands on my face, his thumbs stroking circles on my cheeks.
He picks up the pieces.
Make that threat again. I will put you through a wall to get to her.
Finish up, Father. She needs to be kissed.
Madoc.
My heart swelled. He was mine. He was always mine.
Madoc. My Madoc.
I looked into his eyes, seeing the love, the worry, the fear . . .
And I held him in my gaze, filling my lungs with air.
“Nothing that happens on the surface of the sea can alter the calm of its depths.”
“Fallon, please,” Madoc begged. “Listen to me.”
“No,” I finally uttered, dropping my hands and tilting my chin up. “Stop talking,” I said firmly.
I walked around him and slowly—very slowly—approached my mother with my hands folded in front of me.
I kept my expression flat and my tone low as I dove into her space, sucking the oxygen up around her. “Lawyer up,” I threatened. “Madoc and I want the house, and it is very lonely in your corner, Mother.” Leaning into her face, I barely unclenched my teeth. “Stand against me. And. You. Will. Lose.”
I spun around before she even had time to react and sauntered out of the bathroom, grabbing Madoc’s hand on the way.
“Fallon, let me explain. Nothing ever happened. She came onto me, and I—”
I halted in the hallway and turned to face him. “I don’t even want to hear it. I don’t need any reassurances where you’re concerned.”
Taking his face in my hands, I took his lips that captivated my entire body the moment they touched. Madoc had me body and soul, and no one could stop us. Least of all my beast of a mother.
I certainly didn’t give her the reaming she deserved, but it wouldn’t have done anyone any good. I would’ve wasted my breath. The only things that woman respected were money and power, and I just threatened her with both.
Any more of my attention, and it would be at my cost.
Never. Again. Madoc and I have a life to live.
“I love you,” I whispered into his lips.
He let his forehead fall to mine as he sighed. “Thank God. You had me scared.”
I heard someone clear his throat, and I twisted my head, only to have my heart jump into my throat.
“Dad!” I gasped and pulled free of Madoc to nearly knock my father over with a hug.
“Hey, little girl,” he said, grunting from the impact.
“Are you okay?” I asked, pulling back to get a good look at him.
His light brown hair was slicked back, and his face—usually clean shaven—was scruffy as hell with his usual patches of gray showing. He was wearing a black Armani suit, favoring the necktie like Jared and Madoc instead of the bowties everyone else wore.
“Fine.” He nodded, rubbing my arms. “Sorry that I worried you.”
I wanted to ask him questions, but I knew this wasn’t the time or place, and he generally didn’t tell me much, anyway. He trusted me, but I think he thought it was better that his daughter not know about his seedy business, as if I didn’t pick up things on my own anyway.
“Sir, I’m Madoc.” My husband reached his hand out. “In case you don’t remember.”
They had only met once, that I know of. But my father would definitely remember him. Especially after everything that had happened.
He hesitated only a moment and then took Madoc’s hand. “I remember. And I know everything.” His look was a warning. “This is the wrong place to talk about this, and there are things I want to say to both of you, but for now, I’ll just say this.” He narrowed his eyes on Madoc. “You are aware of the burden of this marriage, right?”
Madoc grinned down at me. “Fallon’s not a burden, sir.”
“I’m not talking about Fallon,” my dad shot out. “I’m talking about me. You do not want me as a pissed-off father-in-law. It would be safer for you if my child stays happy. Got it?”
Wow. Awkward.
“She’ll be happy,” Madoc asserted, looking my father in the eye.
I smiled at both of them. “I’m already happy.”
I could tell it was hard for my father. He’d barely had me growing up, always contending with my mother and his risky business. Neither let him be the dad he wanted to be, but those were his choices, and I wasn’t going to feel sorry for him. I loved him. But I chose Madoc. And I would choose Madoc forever.
“Congratulations.” My father kissed me on the cheek. “But please tell me you were married by a priest.”
Madoc snorted, and I told my father all about it as we walked to the table.
By the time we got there, we saw that everyone else was seated. Jared and Tate together, an empty seat for Jax next to Jared, then Katherine and Jason, followed by three empty seats for Madoc, my mother and me.
But there’s no way in hell she was sitting at this table, so I sat my father down, and Madoc and I took the two remaining seats.
I made introductions for my father to Tate, Jared, and Katherine. But Jason didn’t wait for me when it was his turn.
“Ciaran.” He nodded, placing a napkin in his lap.
“Jason,” my father responded.
And that was about as much as they talked. Jason defended guys like my father, but he didn’t necessarily want to be seen hobnobbing with them, either.
And he definitely feared for his son being attached to the Pierces.
I was loyal to my father, but I understood where Jason was coming from.
Waiters started coming out with trays of the first course, and everyone started relaxing more. Katherine and Jared were talking, probably still wondering where the hell Jax was, and Tate relayed to my father and me the story of how Madoc asked her to Homecoming senior year. With totally unromantic motives, I was assured.
If not, I may have had to stop their runs together.
The band hummed with a soft jazz tune, and since the appetizers were circulated while everyone socialized and danced, the seven-course meal started off by moving right into the soup. An excellent creamy white asparagus soup was served, and although it was good, I still couldn’t believe people paid ten thousand a plate to get in here tonight. Well, not per plate exactly. Per meal. But that’s high society charity, I guess.
“I hope everyone’s enjoying the evening.”
My mother came up behind us, and I warmed at the feel of Madoc’s hand at my back.
“Ciaran, Katherine,” she greeted. “Certainly not the crowd I anticipated this evening. You’ve got some nerve.”
I couldn’t see my mother. And I wasn’t going to look at her, either.
But I saw Katherine’s eyes widen and then drop. “That’s enough,” Jason intervened. “I notified you that I’d be bringing Katherine.”
“Your whore is sitting in my seat.”
Jared shot out of his chair, nearly knocking it over as it rocked on its legs. “If you don’t stand up and control that bitch,” he warned Madoc’s dad, “then I’m taking my mother out of here.”
Jason stood, trying to squelch the situation. “No one’s leaving. Patricia. You’re making a scene. Stop.”
“Stop? But I’m already out.” She crossed her arms, her small bag dangling from her wrist. “Why would I care about making a scene? In fact, I’m just getting started. I may lose this battle in court, but your slut will sink down into the mud in front of everyone. I haven’t even started.”
Just then, two cell phone ringers sounded, and everyone pulled their attention off Jason and Patricia.
Unsure whose phones were going off, everyone reached for theirs.
But then a few more ringers went off until we were all getting messages.
I heard Tate groan, “This can’t be good,”

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My face in its anger couldn’t get any more tightened. My feet were anchored to the fucking floor.What the hell? I slammed my fist into the door, sending it swinging so hard that it hit the wall behind it. Both of them spun around to face me where I stayed rooted to the doorway.“Fallon!” My mother made a big show of fixing herself. Putting her hand to her chest, she looked at me with sympathetic eyes.“Fallon.” Madoc held up his hand and shook his head as if he was trying to stop my thoughts in their tracks. “Baby, it’s nothing, okay. Look at me.”“I told you, honey,” my mother started. “Madoc doesn’t care about you. He and I—”“There is no you and me!” he bellowed, turning his head and killing her with his eyes.“Tell her, then.” She pushed off the wall, face even and voice calm. “Tell her about the theater room, you kissing me . . .”“Shut up!” Madoc walked over to me, looking like he was in pain. “Fallon, look into my eyes.”What? I dropped my eyes to the ground, trying to make sense of this.“Ask him.” My mother’s voice drifted from somewhere behind us. “I told you he can’t be trusted, Fallon.”I closed my eyes, starting to feel my feet melt into the floor.“Fallon, nothing ever happened!” someone said. “I never touched her. She kissed me . . .”I hated turning corners. Closed doors.I could still hear them talking, but I had no idea what they were saying. My feet were gone. My legs up to my knees had faded away, and I couldn’t feel anything when I tried to tense my muscles.Your life doesn’t interest me, Fallon.You know what I used to call you? Pussy-on-the-Premises.I sucked in quick breaths, but they left me slowly as if my body might not have the strength to take in air again. In quick. Out slow. In quick. Out slow.How could he do this? How could she?You’re just a slut like your mother. Madoc’s words hadn’t cut before, because I knew they weren’t true. Why did I feel pain from them now?Did you really think he loved you? He used you!I squeezed my eyes closed even tighter and swallowed. Swallow it down. Swallow it down.I heard my name. Madoc. He was saying my name.“Fallon! Look at me!”Open your eyes! What do you see?My eyes snapped open, and I saw Madoc standing in front of me. His eyes were watery, and he was squeezing my shoulders.Who are you? My father’s smooth, Irish voice washed over me. Who are you?I tightened my fists again and again, blinking as Madoc kissed my forehead.I don’t try to kill your demons. I run with them.That’s what makes Madoc a good kid, Fallon. He picks up the pieces.I felt his hands on my face, his thumbs stroking circles on my cheeks.He picks up the pieces.Make that threat again. I will put you through a wall to get to her.Menyelesaikan, Bapa. Dia perlu dicium.Utica.Hati saya membengkak. Dia adalah tambang. Dia selalu adalah tambang.Utica. Utica saya.Aku melihat ke dalam matanya, melihat cinta, khawatir, takut...Dan saya menahannya dalam pandangan saya, mengisi paru-paru saya udara."Tidak ada yang terjadi di permukaan laut dapat mengubah tenang dari kedalaman nya.""Fallon, mohon," Utica memohon. "Dengarlah kepadaku.""Tidak," saya akhirnya diucapkan, menjatuhkan tanganku dan memiringkan dagu saya naik. "Berhenti berbicara," kataku tegas.Aku berjalan di sekitarnya dan perlahan-lahan — sangat lambat — mendekati ibu saya dengan tangan terlipat di depan saya.Aku terus ekspresi datar dan nada saya rendah seperti saya terjun ke ruang nya, menghisap oksigen di sekelilingnya. "Pengacara up," Aku mengancam. "Utica dan saya ingin rumah, dan itu sangat kesepian di sudut, ibu." Bersandar ke wajahnya, saya hampir tidak unclenched gigi. "Berdiri melawan aku. Dan Anda. Akan. Kehilangan."Saya berputar di sekitar sebelum ia bahkan punya waktu untuk bereaksi dan sauntered keluar dari kamar mandi, meraih Utica di tangan di jalan."Fallon, mari saya jelaskan. Tidak pernah terjadi. Dia datang ke saya, dan saya — "Aku berhenti di lorong dan berbalik menghadapi dia. "Saya bahkan tidak ingin mendengarnya. Aku tidak membutuhkan apapun keyakinan yang mana Anda khawatir."Mengambil wajahnya di tangan saya, saya mengambil bibir yang memikat saat mereka menyentuh seluruh tubuh saya. Utica telah saya tubuh dan jiwa, dan tidak ada yang dapat menghentikan kita. Paling tidak dari semua binatang saya seorang ibu.Saya pasti tidak memberinya reaming dia pantas, tapi itu tidak akan dilakukan siapa pun baik. Aku akan telah menyia-nyiakan napas. Satu-satunya hal bahwa wanita yang dihormati itu uang dan kekuasaan, dan aku hanya mengancam dengan baik.Ada lebih dari perhatian saya, dan itu akan biaya saya.Tidak pernah. Lagi. Utica dan saya memiliki kehidupan yang hidup."Aku mencintaimu," bisikku ke bibirnya.Ia membiarkan dahinya jatuh ke tambang seperti Dia menghela napas. "Terima kasih Tuhan. Anda telah saya takut."Aku mendengar seseorang jelas tenggorokan, dan aku memutar kepalaku, hanya untuk memiliki hatiku melompat ke tenggorokanku."Ayah!" Aku terkesiap dan menarik gratis Utica untuk hampir mengetuk ayahku atas dengan pelukan."Hei, gadis kecil," katanya, dengusan dari dampak."Apakah Anda baik-baik saja?" Saya bertanya, menarik kembali untuk mendapatkan yang baik melihat dia.Terang-Nya yang rambut cokelat adalah dipercantik kembali, dan wajahnya — biasanya bersih dicukur — adalah berantakan sekali dengan tambalan nya biasa abu-abu menunjukkan. Dia mengenakan setelan Armani hitam, memihak dasi seperti Jared dan Utica bukan dasi kupu-kupu yang orang lain memakai."Baik." Dia mengangguk, menggosok. "Maaf bahwa saya khawatir Anda."Saya ingin bertanya, tapi aku tahu ini bukan waktu atau tempat, dan dia umumnya tidak memberitahu saya banyak, anyway. Dia mempercayai saya, tapi saya pikir dia pikir itu lebih baik bahwa putrinya tidak tahu tentang bisnis kumuh, seolah-olah aku tidak mengambil sesuatu pada saya sendiri pula."Sir, aku Utica." Suami saya mengulurkan tangan-Nya. "Dalam kasus Anda tidak ingat."Mereka telah hanya bertemu sekali, yang saya ketahui. Tapi ayahku akan pasti ingat dia. Terutama setelah segala sesuatu yang telah terjadi.Dia ragu-ragu hanya sebentar dan kemudian mengambil tangan Utica 's. "Aku ingat. Dan saya tahu segala sesuatu." Tampak ada peringatan. "Ini adalah salah satu tempat untuk membicarakan hal ini, dan ada hal-hal yang saya ingin mengatakan kepada kalian berdua, tetapi untuk sekarang, saya akan hanya mengatakan ini." Ia menyipitkan mata pada Utica. "Anda menyadari beban perkawinan ini, benar?"Utica tersenyum ke arahku. "Fallon's tidak menjadi beban, sir.""Aku tidak berbicara tentang Fallon," ayah saya menembak. "Saya berbicara tentang saya. Anda tidak ingin saya sebagai kesal mertuanya. Ini akan menjadi lebih aman bagi Anda jika anak saya tetap bahagia. Got it?"Wow. Canggung."Dia akan bahagia," Utica menegaskan, mencari ayah saya di mata.Aku tersenyum pada keduanya. "Saya sudah senang."Aku tahu itu sulit untuk ayah saya. Ia nyaris tidak punya saya tumbuh dewasa, selalu bersaing dengan ibu saya dan bisnis berisiko. Tidak membiarkan dia menjadi ayah yang dia ingin menjadi, tapi itu adalah pilihan, dan aku tidak akan merasa kasihan padanya. Aku mencintainya. Tapi aku memilih Utica. Dan aku akan memilih Utica selamanya."Selamat." Ayahku menciumku di pipi. "Tapi tolong katakan padaku kau menikah dengan seorang imam."Mendengus Utica, dan mengatakan kepada ayah saya semua tentang hal itu ketika kami berjalan ke meja.Pada saat kami tiba di sana, kami melihat bahwa orang lain duduk. Jared dan Tate bersama-sama, ada kursi kosong untuk Jax Jared, maka Katherine dan Jason, diikuti oleh tiga kursi kosong untuk Utica, ibu saya dan saya.Tetapi ada cara di neraka yang ia sedang duduk di meja ini, jadi saya duduk ayahku dan Utica dan saya mengambil sisa dua kursi.Saya membuat perkenalan untuk ayahku Tate, Jared dan Katherine. Tapi Jason tidak menunggu untuk saya ketika giliran."Ulah." Dia mengangguk, menempatkan serbet di pangkuannya."Jason," ayah saya menjawab.Dan itu tentang sebanyak yang mereka berbicara. Jason membela orang-orang seperti ayahku, tapi dia tidak selalu ingin dilihat hobnobbing dengan mereka, baik.Dan ia pasti takut untuk anaknya yang melekat menembus.Saya setia ayah saya, tetapi saya memahami tempat Jason itu berasal dari.Pelayan mulai keluar dengan nampan kursus pertama, dan semua orang mulai relaksasi lebih lanjut. Katherine dan Jared berbicara, mungkin masih bertanya-tanya mana sih Jax, dan Tate disampaikan kepada ayah saya dan saya cerita tentang bagaimana Utica memintanya untuk tahun senior Homecoming. Dengan motif yang benar-benar Romantika, saya yakin.Jika tidak, aku mungkin harus berhenti berjalan mereka bersama-sama.Band hummed dengan sebuah lagu jazz lembut, dan karena appetizers beredar sementara semua orang disosialisasikan dan menari-nari, jamuan tujuh-kursus dimulai dengan menggerakkan tepat ke dalam sup. Sup asparagus putih krem yang sangat baik disajikan, dan meskipun itu baik, aku masih tidak percaya orang dibayar sepuluh ribu piring untuk mendapatkan di sini malam ini. Yah, bukan per piring persis. Per makanan. Tapi itu adalah masyarakat tinggi amal, kurasa."Saya berharap semua orang menikmati malam."Ibu saya datang di belakang kami, dan aku dipanaskan di nuansa Utica di tangan di belakang saya."Youssouf, Katherine," ia disambut. "Tentu saja tidak kerumunan aku diantisipasi malam ini. Anda punya keberanian."Aku tidak bisa melihat ibuku. Dan aku tidak akan melihat dia, baik.Tapi aku melihat mata Katherine memperluas dan kemudian drop. "Itu adalah cukup," Jason campur tangan. "Saya diberitahu Anda bahwa aku akan membawa Katherine.""Pelacur Anda duduk di kursi saya."Jared ditembak dari kursi, hampir mengetuk atas seperti mengguncang pada kakinya. "Jika Anda tidak berdiri dan kontrol yang sundal," ia memperingatkan Utica 's ayah, "maka aku mengambil ibu saya keluar dari sini."Jason berdiri, berusaha memadamkan situasi. "Tidak ada yang meninggalkan. Patricia. Anda membuat adegan. Berhenti.""Berhenti? "Tapi aku sudah keluar." Ia menyeberangi lengan, tas kecil menjuntai dari pergelangan tangannya. "Mengapa akan saya peduli tentang membuat adegan? Pada kenyataannya, saya baru saja dimulai. Aku bisa kehilangan pertempuran ini di pengadilan, tetapi pelacur Anda akan tenggelam ke dalam lumpur di depan semua orang. Aku bahkan belum dimulai."Kemudian, dua ponsel jari terdengar, dan semua orang menarik perhatian mereka dari Jason dan Patricia.Tidak yakin ponsel yang akan pergi, semua orang mencapai untuk mereka.Tetapi kemudian sedikit lebih jari pergi sampai kami semua persiapan pesan.Aku mendengar Tate mengerang, "Ini tidak bisa baik"