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I can't.

This isn't right.

I've been waiting for this day for six years. My shitbag father married her doormat mother and left me a part of this family where everyone was out for their own damn selves. All she had to do was tell the truth. I never knew why she lied, but I'm damn sure going to find out now.

Summer's shaking in her seat, her tiny hands, one fidgeting with the other as she tries to find the words to answer my question.

"I, um, I don't know. I mean, I didn't know what I was doing," she murmurs, with her eyes turning away from mine.

I get up from the seat, snatching pictures of Trevor and his children off the wall and slamming them into the trash can. The shatter of the frames and glass makes her flinch, gasp, and turnsharply to face me. A glare of contempt flashes across her eyes. She's trying to disguise how afraid she truly is. I can see right through her.

"That's right. You'd better look at me. Lie to me again."

"I'm not lying," Summer states firmly, trying her best not to let the tears building in her eyes fall. She's a lot stronger than I remember. "I was 15. Why are you holding this against me? You made the choice to?—"

"To what? To show up at a house I was called to? All I did was show my face. All I did was come home, and you said I was the driver of a getaway car."

She shakes her head. "I had to do what Paulie said. I didn't know what any of it meant. I had to do what he told me, or he would have taken it out on my mother. You know how he is."

I do, but it's not until now that I understand the same terror Paulie put me through as a kid is worse on someone like Summer.

"You had to tell the truth," I shout at her, slamming my hands against the desk. "All you had to do was tell the fucking truth, but I guess I should thank you."

"For what?" She sniffs back tears that aren't falling.

"Without your testimony, I wouldn't have gotten convicted because who thinks a 15-year-old blonde girl who stinks of innocence is lying? What did Paulie tell you to say?" I ask her, wanting to confirm my suspicions.

Summer's eyes gaze up to the ceiling as if the memory is playing above her. "He said when Mrs. Nielsen asks me about you showing up to the house that night, I had to tell her that you drove there in that black car after dropping your friends off."

"For fuck's sake." I huff out a breath, shaking my head.

"Bodey," she says. My name sounds amazing coming out of her mouth, but my sick and twisted mind wants to see my cum spilling out of it. She speaks softly but with a firmness to hertone as she summons the strength to stand up to me. "I'm sorry that I lied, Bodey. Paulie said that he'd take my mother away and leave me all alone. I had to do what he said."

"Shit. You know, seeing you in front of me, how much you've grown, I can't be too upset at you. I should have known better. People have tried to tell me about Paulie for years. I didn't want to listen."

"Really? You believe me?" she asks with such sincerity, it's almost heartbreaking.

"Yeah. I'll catch up to Paulie eventually. Have you seen him recently?" I ask her.

She shakes her head. "No, but I know he's around. Mom still calls to ask me for money, so he has to be."

"How is Debbie?" I'm doing everything I can to keep this conversation going to keep her in my sights. Long legs travel up to a slim waist in a simple skirt with fuck-me heels that I want her to keep on while I slowly move every inch of myself in and out of that sweet cunt.

Fuck. I need to stop. She's supposed to be my little sister, right?

Does it matter that I didn't hang around much after Paulie married her mother?

Summer shrugs, turning away from me again. "I haven't heard from her in like two weeks. Mom only calls when she needs money for Paulie."

That's good.

"I guess the next time she calls, you should tell me. You'll let her know you only have cash and have to bring it to her."

"What do you plan to do?" Her eyes drip with worry.

"I plan on having Debbie lead me to my fucked up father but don't worry your pretty little head about that. Why don't you give me a tour of the place?"

"Okay." Her reply is hesitant as she pushes herself out of the chair.