NICOLE
HEART in my mouth, drained physically and mentally, I held onto my two sons.
Lucas’ words rang in my mind like a sick twisted broken record. One that hit a delicate spot in my body, tearing me up from the inside.
“I’m letting you be free, Nix”, he’d said and in a moment of weakness, I had believed him.
Only you know what being free meant?
Freedom meant Lucas sending his goons to kill me at the airport.
Freedom meant me fighting nook and cranny for my boys’ lives.
All the bullshit things that had happened to me were my fault.
All the bruises inflicted on me by Luke and his brutal men were on me and I fucking deserved it.
I was the woman who had cried wolf, ran into the hands of the angel I didn’t know in a bid to escape the devil I knew. The devil who was my boys’ real father.
Lucas Hawkins had turned into the behemoth I hadn’t seen coming, the minute Jr and Connor turned two, something sinister grew in him.
