as a little girl, they had sickened me.
Mickey nodded. “Yes, I’m sure. I’ve spent the last six years learning everything I could about the disgusting bastards, including that information.”
“Six years? That’s when they…raped your sister?” At his nod, I closed my eyes for a second. I wondered if my mother had been alive or dead then. Had losing my mother, whom he had genuinely seemed to love as much as he could anyone, been the catalyst driving Wayne? It didn’t matter if it had been, because it was no excuse. There could be no excuse for such an action.
He continued when I didn’t speak again. “Unfortunately, I have yet to discover solid proof of any illegal activity, though I’m certain they’re shunting weapons from Sewall and Burgess’s gun company to hate groups, but until I find proof, there’s no way to bring them down. I got frustrated, and when I found out you were coming home, I decided I would just settle for revenge the old-fashioned way. An eye for an eye. My intent was to do to you what they had done to Annika. I’m sorry. I deserve whatever you decide to do to me, up to and including making me turn myself in to the cops.”
I nodded, eyeing him calmly. “But the simple truth is, you’re not a rapist, are you, Mickey?”
Slowly, he shook his head before padding over to the chair to retrieve his underwear. I watched him put them on, the taut cheeks of his buttocks catching my attention and making my breath freeze for a moment.
New moisture flowed from me, and I realized I was still overwhelmingly attracted to him. Perhaps even more so now, knowing that he didn’t have the ruthless nature required to dish out the vengeance he had planned. Really, the only thing holding me back was the idea that he hadn’t been personally attracted to me. I had simply been a means to an end. “What will you do to him now, since you can’t bring yourself to fuck me?” Wow, did that sound as pathetic and needy as I thought it did?
He stiffened and turned toward me, wearing a frown. “Bring myself? It was all I could do to stop. If it’d been consensual, well…” He trailed off with a shrug. “Since it wasn’t, I couldn’t just take you even though I wanted to. That wouldn’t be right and it wouldn’t be fair. And I’m sorry you were dragged into this. I had no right to expose you to this ugliness, and all I can do is apologize and explain why I did it, which was a misguided attempt to avenge my sister.”
“Do you think Annika would have wanted you to do this?”
His lips compressed, and his eyes sparkled with banked anger. “No, I don’t suppose she would have sanctioned this. Honestly, I’m not sure I ever would have told her if I had gone through with this. I definitely won’t be telling her unless she comes to visit me in prison.”
I softened further toward him, and though I was perhaps an idiot for doing so, I said, “Relax, Mickey. I’m not going to send you to prison. I’m not going to tell anyone about this humiliating experience.” I couldn’t hold back a bitter laugh, thinking how much of a thrill Isabel would have gotten hearing this tale. I finally had a hot guy interested in me, and it was simply because I was Wayne’s stepdaughter, and he had planned to use me ruthlessly to hurt a man who didn’t give a damn about me.
Isabel would find it hilarious in that cruel, catty way of hers, so I certainly had no plans to tell anyone. No harm no foul, I supposed, other than some residual anger and a nasty case of sexual frustration.
“Thank you. That’s more than I deserve, and if you want, I’ll write down a written confession for you in case you change your mind.”
I shook my head, knowing I wouldn’t. “No, that’s fine. I guess I understand your actions, though I wish you hadn’t involved me in this. I finally meet someone I like, and he turns out to hate my entire family, even though I’m not really part of it.”
I closed my eyes as tears pooled