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  “I think that’s a yes in toddler terms, right?” he asks.

  “I think that’s a yes.”

  “What was your big news?” he asks. “Am I supposed to open the bag?”

  I nod, suddenly mute, as he pulls out the t-shirt for Olivia, with Big Sister emblazoned across the front in pink script. “It’s for Olivia,” I say.

  “You’re – “ Luke looks at me, his eyes wide.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes?” He picks me up, and whirls me around in his arms, before setting me down on the ground. “Holy crap. You’re pregnant!”

  “That’s good, right?” I ask. “I mean, you’re happy?”

  “Are you kidding?” he asks. “That’s amazing. Insane.”

  He leans close and kisses me again, amid the groans and whoops of his brothers. When he draws back, he cups my face in his hands. “I promise I’ll love this family of ours forever.”

  And I know that, with more certainty than I know anything else in my life.

  THE END

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  ELIAS

  West Bend Saints

  Book One

  Sabrina Paige

  Copyright © 2014 by Sabrina Paige

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  This book contains mature content, including graphic sex, language, and violence. Please do not continue reading if you are under the age of 18 or if this type of content is disturbing to you.

  Trigger Warning: This book contains discussion of self-mutilation by cutting, and this subject matter may be triggering for readers sensitive to the topic.

  The characters' hometowns, West Bend and Golden Willow, don't really exist. They're fictional locations inspired by places that are meaningful to me.

  DEDICATION

  For my darling Emma, always. You are the light of my life. I love you bigger than the whole giant world.

  And for my husband, who sacrifices his Saturday nights to plot with me, and has taken the toddler on too many Sunday afternoon adventures so that mommy can write.

  PART ONE

  "All the world's a stage,

  And all the men and women merely players."

  ~ Shakespeare, As You Like It

  CHAPTER ONE

  RIVER

  “Are you kidding me?” My voice sounded shrill to my ears, this weird high-pitched sound that was nothing like me. I wanted to strangle the girl whose voice it was. She sounded bitchy, desperate. This was not me. This was not the person I had become.

  “River,” he said. He didn’t even try to take his dick out of the girl’s mouth.

  Shit, she didn’t even stop blowing him.

  I couldn’t see her face. Her blonde hair spilled down her shoulders and back. She was skinny under the little dress she was wearing, the one that should have hugged her curves.

  It was my dress she was wearing.

  I could see her spine in the middle of her back.

  She was too skinny.

  I had told her a million times she needed to eat more. But she'd always deprived herself. She'd say it was her fast metabolism, but she subsisted on crackers and diet soda. It was going to kill her eventually.

  My sister had never been one to listen to me. She was a model, had been since she was fifteen. First it was catalogs; then she got her first magazine shoot; now she was doing runway. She was famous.

  We were famous.

  I was about to be more famous- the realization hit me as I was standing there. I was about to be famous for this. Nothing else. This.

  It would be in the tabloids tomorrow. The tabloids loved salacious stories, families ripped apart by drama. And this was certainly salacious.

  It was like everything stood still, like someone just pushed the pause button on my life, as I looked back and forth from her to him, my mind completely numb.

  It was like I was watching it on television.

  I almost laughed. There was a part of me that wanted to laugh. I could feel it, bubbling up inside of me, threatening to spill out.

  Pretty soon everyone would be watching it on television. The camera crew was behind me, silent, the ones who were filming me for this piece, part of a live special tonight. They were waiting for me to react. Then they could capture it on film, right in the moment.

  A woman devastated.

  I wanted to cut off his cock. I wanted to pull a Lorena Bobbitt and cut it right off.

  I watched his face, screwed up, his hands threaded through her hair, forcing her head down on him, pushing himself further into her throat.

  I knew that expression on his face.

  I was just standing there like some kind of idiot, watching him. There was a camera crew behind me, and the asshole didn’t even bother to slow down. He didn’t even break his rhythm.

  Jesus H., he's going to come, I thought. She is going to fucking blow him, on camera, right in front of me, and he’s going to come.

  And all of this will be broadcast on TV.

  I didn’t even look at him as I walked past the two of them.

  Traitors.

  I didn’t know if the camera crew was behind me or focused on the blow job. What a choice for them to have to make. Both would make equally good television.

  I felt strangely calm as I walked through the house, my heels echoing on the marble floors, click-click-clicking through the hall. I passed the photos of us on the wall, the framed pictures of ski trips and Paris and Bora Bora and the tour with the band. I entered his room, the one where he kept the things he loved, the vintage baseballs and cards. The walls were lined with rock memorabilia, the gold reco