222. Rueben - Doubts III

I rush after Tyson, hoping to catch him in time before he does something reckless. But he is much faster than I am. Cursing and yelling, I force my legs to move quicker and when I finally enter the kitchen, I yell, "Are you fucking stupid or

what?" thinking Tyson is already throwing punches left and right.

Luckily, he is only arguing with Ansel, and I stay the fuck away from their fight, not because I don't have anything to say about this entire situation, but because being so close to the Slutty Nun...has me feel all her pain and anguish and fear. It almost brings me to my fucking knees. Breathing becomes hard and my heart throbs painfully. What the fuck is going on?

For a moment, I see the Slutty Nun, no, Olivia, as she was years ago-happy and carefree. She is no longer like that. She is like a...shell of her former shelf. Has she been like this all this time or is this recently? And I care because....?

What if Levi is right?

What if Tyson is right and we were played? But how? I remember clearly finding her in her room with the gun in her hands and Camila's cold sprawled across the rug. Ansel finally gives the Slutty Nun to Tyson and he leaves the kitchen with her.

Mose drops on a chair and drags his palms down his face. "I fucked up big time with Olivia. I didn't think she would be triggered this badly."

Ansel starts smoking. "It was me who fucking failed her. Again." He rubs his temples. "Tyson had no right to take her away from me, not when I'm bonded to her." "Drop it," I snarl.

Jasper starts cleaning the kitchen and I give him a hand.

"She is not ready for heavy stuff," Mose murmurs. "We need to take things slow with her."

me, I comment, "No shit." I start washing the dishes in the sink. "You claim to love

you never hurt Olivia. I might be a piece of shit, but at least I own my mistakes.

a good question. And I might have hurt Olivia but she hurt

It's more than that.

that for the first time since Camila died, I have doubts about everything. And then Tyson goes ahead

to accept it because if that is true... then, I tortured the woman that I was supposed to love. And there ain't no way, no fucking way, she is ours. Because there's no way in hell I'm supposed to be with the woman who ruined my life. *I think we've

whom? And how?

up. "I don't trust Tyson to take care of Olivia. To make her understand she is

short. "Sit the fuck down and drop it already!"

for my behavior. What can I tell them? That *probably* Tyson and I tortured Olivia for nothing? That we broke her when she probably did nothing wrong? I can't accept that *I* might have screwed

Impossible.

Camila, my sister's blood still fresh on

*But are we sure?*

with my own eyes, but I fucking trust Tyson more than I trust myself. And if he says something is

to Olivia. Malaky," I add when I remember his name. I might be a fucking piece of shit,

eyes turn red. "Show

to warn you all, it's one of the most fucked up things I have ever seen," I let my

the broom

the dishes. "Dark web level

me, his face grey

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