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          Did he just say Dad?

I can feel the butt of the gun digging into the flesh of my thigh as I grasp it tightly, my eyes darting between the older man and Liam.

He doesn't even glance at me nor Stella, who at first glance bares a miedly bored expression, but as her eyes slowly meet mine, I can see the anticipation. I can notice the bunching of her shoulders and the clenching of her draw.

And I'm sure my shock is evident. My eyebrows are furrowed, lips agape, and breath halted. I can't believe what word Liam has just breathed.

I never thought I'd hear that word pass his lips.

Liam never spoke to me about his father. Not even when I asked. He merely shrugged it off and changed the subject and damn it, if I wasn't so shocked, I would backhand him across the face.

I should have persisted. Should have persusaded him to tell me the truth and if that hadn't worked, I would wrestle it out of him. I know Liam well enough to know he tends to spew the truth when I work him up to anger and frustration. 

Do I really know him that well? That's the question that creeps up to the back of my mind. It's an awful thought. And one that I immediatly dismiss the second after it occurs. I do know Liam, no matter how deceived I feel, I do know him. I know there has to be a reason he kept this, but still.

Why couldn't he have told me this? How could he kept this to himself? That his father is alive and breathing and living in fucking Sun Valley with a pack? His pack. 

Shock comes first but then deception follows it's path, leaking into my system and staying there as my free hands balls into a fist.

There has to be a reason. There has to be reason.

And if there isn't, then Liam better expect a round house kick to the freaking face or something and I just can't process rational or logical thoughts as of right now.

Seriously. I doubt I can actually kick high enough to reach Liam's face in the first place but damn it, I will find a way if I have to.

"It's been a while." Liam's father states, breaking the maddening silence. I see Liam's adam apple bob as he swallows roughly and his eyes scan the line of mutts before us.

One of them still has their teeth bared at me and I'm tempted to shove the barrel of my gun down it's freaking throat just because I can and want to. And because  I'm so angry and find the need to take my anger out on somebody else. For right now, at least.

"Yeah." Liam finally replies, quite monotonusly as well. Then again, I think I'd sound the same if I hadn't seen my father for years and suddenly just came back to joyous Sun Valley with my mate and unconious friend in tow.

Not to mention, said mate, equipped a gun in her hand.

You know, I always thought I'd have to skip this whole 'meet-the-parents' thing. Evidently, it would be skipped for the wrong reasons. Seeing as I thought LIam's whole family was dead and therefor I could just dodge it. 

Now I was meeting his father and his current pack and pulling out a gun. What an impression I've made.

I don't even know why I did it. Maybe the badass in me just reared it's ugly head and was like, hey! Wouldn't it be a great idea to bring out a gun and really scare these fuckers?

And I listened like the fool I am.

Or better yet I just didn't think it over and reacted on instict, whatever works for you.

"I didn't think you would come." His father stated. He held Liam's gaze for a while and then slowly slid his eyes to me. I gulped.

I shuffle awkwardly as he anaylzes me, his expression seemingly neutral as he looked to the gun in my hand back to my face.

One of the wolves inches slightly closer as I shuffle back, perhaps to cower into Liam. And I don't even know why I feel the need to cower, but something about his fathers stare sends chills down my spine.

Perhaps it's because I believed he was dead all this time and now, suddenly, he was real. Real and staring right at me. His green eyes burning a whole into the freaking side of my head as I glance away and steadily meet Liam's orbs instead.

He doesn't reach out for me, not even when I slide the gun back into the waistband of my jeans and tug my flannel over it. I let my arms sag limply by my side and out of the corner of my eye, I can see his father anaylzing Liam's expression as he stares at me.

And then he finally realizes Jeremy. Jeremy, thrown over Liam's shoulder and just hanging there. Now that I get a good luck at his face, he appears to be turning quite red. Well, that can't be good. 

"We had to." Stella finally states in the place of Liam, who seems to not want to talk or even look at his father anymore. Instead, he keeps his gaze on me and occasionally on the ground as he readusts Jeremy's body to keep from sliding off his shouler. "Something's happened to Jeremy and we didn't know where to turn."

"What happened?" Liam's father asks. Stella opens her mouth to reply when he suddenly barks out a command to the wolves surrounding us. "Back off. They're not threats."

The closest one to me, the one that attempted to chomp my fingers off, let's out a low whine and sends a begrudging glare at me as it turns and trudges off towards the house, probably to shift. I resist the urge to gloat at the fact Liam's father just told - 

Wait.

He just told these mutts to back off. And they had listened, for the most part, anyway. Even if they didn't want to, they did and that entitles that this dude, Liam's father, has to be an Alpha.

An Alpha. He's Alpha!

I exhale slowly and run a hand through my hair. It's another thing Liam just forgot to mention. His father was an Alpha and so this meant Liam had Alpha blood running through his veins, just like me.

Now I'm really confused.

Why had Liam left? Obviously, his father had managed to keep the pack together or rebuild or whatever the hell was going on, so what pushed Liam to leave and give up his rights to being Alpha? 

If he would have stayed, that means he would have one day taken over the pack.

Is that why he left? Because he didn't want to be Alpha? But that didn't make sense. Why would he give up his oppurnity on being Alpha and choose to become a rogue instead? 

"Look, as fun as it is standing out here, we really need to get Jeremy help. Can you do that or not?" Stella suddenly snaps and it's about damn time.

I don't think I can stand this anymore. Both firgure tively speaking and literally. Seriously, I need to rest. 

I shift my weight to my other foot and cross my arms over my chest as I finally gain the courage to meet Liam's father calculating gaze. Ben. 

That's when I suddenly recall his name. Liam had told me that night he explained about his mother and sister. At least I knew something.

Though, I mean, since I am Liam's girlfriend should I try to be formal and call him Mr. Farley or something? 

I think it would seem too casucal to call him Ben. Mr. Farley it is. 

"Yes, of course. We'll take him to the infirmary and hook him up to an IV right away." Mr. Farley replies and then he turns, gesturing with a wave over his shoulder to follow him. And we do so, wordlessly as we finish climbing the hill and near the front porch.

I don't stop to analyze the exterior of their home, no matter how much I want to run my hands across the wood of the beams supporting the mouth of the home and examine the seemingly old rocking chairs that are placed on the porch.

I stare at the Welcome mat as Mr. Farley pushes the door open and I make a quick note to wipe my feet on the mat before I step inside. Normally, as rudely as it sounds, I wouldn't. But once I catch sight of the cherry wood floor, I can't the idea of trudging dirt on it and whatever else is at the bottom of my boots.

The house is even more breath taking on the inside, I tell you.

High ceilings, a whimsical looking chandelier adorning it and a huge grey couch that most likely fit their whole pack, though if I honestly didn't know a pack lived here, I would have never guessed. The place looks so spotless and clean and like a normal suburb house would look like. I would guess that the normal generic family would live here, you know, the blonde stay-at-home wife and occasionally helping her only daughter bake a batch of cookies while the father is away at work and her son is off at football practice.

Add a white picket fence and a dog named Skip and there you go. The perfect home.

The only differences that a pack of wolves live here instead.

We don't get a good luck at the downstairs, only mildly as we pass the kitchen which, of course, is sporting up to date appliances and shiny marble counter tops along with a grand dinning room table just in the next room over.

Briefly, as we make our way up the stairs, I catch sight of a small child as he emerges from the dining room with a hand full of forks and a spare glass in his hand. He stares up at me with odd green eyes. One's filled with wonder and curiosity and then I can hear the faint call of a woman.

He scampers back into the dining room and I figure they're setting up to have dinner when I hear the clang of glass cups meeting a solid surface and then the woman telling the child not to stray, especially with guests around.

Something - I don't know what - settles into the pit of my stomach as I reach the second level and the image of the small child fills my mind. Something is off and I know it and I'm tempted to question what the hell is going on around here but I swallow the words before I can make a fool out of myself - again - and stick to following Mr. Farley down the hall, passing several closed doors despite one.

One of the doors is open and when we pass, I find brown eyes staring right back at me. A boy, around my age, lounges on his bed with his arms tucked under his head and bare feet hanging loosely over the edge of the bed along with the window open and the summer breeze coming through. The sunlight reflects off his deeply tanned skin and it's not until we pass and I glance back that I see a girl in the room as well, sitting by a desk pushed into the far wall. She, as well, sports beautifully sun kissed skin and almond shaped eyes that are shaded a similar brown as to the boy on the bed.

She looks exotic, with high cheekbones and black hair that frames her face in layers. Pouted lips and a slender nose follows. The look in her eyes is daunting as well as the boy's look was. 

I glance away when I no longer wish to maintain her gaze, but even as we near our destination do I feel her eyes - perhaps, both of their eyes - on me. And I have a feeling that this trip here, the stay here - if we do stay, that is - is going to be highly interesting cause one look at those teens and I can tell they don't like me here. For a reason I am not sure of and not curious to know.

Note to self: Avoid them. Whoever they are.

Mr. Farley leads us into the room at the end of the long hall and into what is evidently the infirmary. Beds align one side of the generously spacious room while storage adorns the other, filled with rows of medical supplies and other doctor-ly creepy things.

It's not until we enter the room completely that I spot a man, who appears to be in his late forties and seems to be keeping himself busy with organizing some medicine into one of cabinets. He must be lost in thought, that or he's merely human, because as we stand behind he doesn't once sense our presence. Just continues to hum to himself and stack more lines of medicine on the shelves.

Mr. Farley finally clears his throat to catch this man's attention and that's when the man jumps, spinning around and nearly dropping the bottles of pills in his arms, but he catches himself at the last minute and clutches them tightly to his chest, squeaking out, "Ben! You scared me."

Mr. Farley offers him a tight smile and then steps forward, taking some bottles from his arms. "I'm sorry, perhaps calling your name would have been better, yes?"

"Most definitely." He nods and quickly, he notices Jeremy slung over Liam's shoulder. "Oh dear. Lye him on one of the beds."

Liam doesn't hesitate as he edges to the nearest bed and dumps Jeremy on it. The man flinches at Liam's careless manhandling but doesn't choose to comment on it. "What happened?"

Stella, Liam, and I share a look between one of another and I gnaw on my lip and decide to sit this out. I am in no way about to blurt something accidentally that Stella or Liam doesn't want me to say. Like revealing what caused Jeremy to end up in this state, the syringe.

"We're not too sure ourselves," Stella finally answers, ending the pregnant pause. "He.. he injected himself with something. What? I'm not sure."

The man's eyebrows furrow and he pushes his glasses up from the bridge of his nose. "Something of an illegal substance?"

I don't even have to think long to know what he's implying. He's asking if Jeremy has injected himself with drugs. Probably heroine or something. 

Stella catches on too. "It's not a drug," She says. And then purses her lips. "Or well, not that I know of."

The man nods, although puzzled. 

Mr. Farley edges closer to the opposite side of the bed, where the man stands. "Do you have it with you? The substance? Dr. Ackart cannot help Jeremy if he doesn't analyze it or know what has caused this."

Stella appears hesitant and she presses her lips together as she knits her fingers together and raises her eyes to meet mine. I raise my brows at her in question and I get my answer when Stella's eyes land on the bulge that contains the gun I had pulled out seconds before.

She wants me to show him the bullet.

There's no point in trying to with hold the information from them, anyway. We came here to get help for Jeremy and they can't possibly do that without knowing what Jeremy has injected himself with. They appear trustworthy. Or well, at least Dr. Ackhart does. He seems harmless and if he isn't, it should be easy to snap some sense into him.

He doesn't smell of wolf and I figure he's one of the privileged humans who know of us and decided to offer medical help. Though I'm not quite sure why he would.

Perhaps to study us, I think sinisterilly but I quickly dismiss it. If this cold and calculating Mr. Farley trusts him - it's evident that he does, I mean, come on, they're on first name bases here - then he must be trustworthy. Mr. Farley didn't look to be a guy who put up with shit, though I wasn't keen on finding out if that was true or not.

I slide the gun from underneath my shirt and once the light reflects against the silver metal of the gun, Dr. Ackhart inhales sharply and his eyes widen. "Oh my, I assure you all I mean no harm. I simply-"

"She's getting what you asked for. The substance that did this to Jeremy." Liam says, cutting him off. The doctor eyes him warily before nodding slowly and focusing his eyes back on me.

I unload the clip and select one of the peculiar bullets and extend it out to him. He seems hesitant, though I don't see why. The gun isn't loaded any longer but then again, if I wanted, I could settle with knocking him in the head with the butt of the gun.

And wow, some sinister thoughts are playing in my head today. 

I blame Liam for that.

"This is the fluid he injected himself with?" The doctor questions, rolling the bullet between two fingers with furrowed brows. For some reason, he looks to me for an answer. I merely nod. "Does it come in a separate form from a bullet?"

"Yes," Stella confirms. "The liquid came in a syringe."

"And are you sure it's the same substance that is in this bullet?"

"I'm pretty sure. They look identical, at least." Stella shrugs and Dr. Ackhart mimics my nod from earlier.

His eyes land on me once again. "Do you mind if I keep this? I would like to run some tests."

I shake my head and he slips the bullet into the pocket of his tan khakis. I slide the clip back into place and I'm about to put it back in it's place when Mr. Farley suddenly says, "I would like to request I hold onto that. I have young children in the house and-"

"I don't plan to use it on anybody." At least, not anymore.

"I'm sure you don't but I would feel more comfortable with it in my hands."

"My mate is not going to shoot any of your little pack mates." Liam snaps suddenly. Mr. Farley's presses his lips together tightly and his eyes slide back to Liam, green orbs meeting identical green orbs.

"It didn't appear that way just minutes before." 

Dr. Ackhart shifts awkwardly in place. So do I.

"Yeah, that's because one of them was snapping at her. She was defending herself." 

"Just like Avalon was defending her pack mates from what she thought was a threat." Mr. Farley breathes out in a rush. They both got quiet and you can literally feel the tension oozing from both of them.

I glance out of the corner of my eyes at Liam. He seems ready for a fight, muscles bunched and eyes narrowed and fist clenched. 

What the hell happened between these two?

"Just take it. It's fine." I finally say, thrusting out the gun to him. Liam opens his mouth to protest but I narrow my eyes at him. He should be glad I'm saving him from a fight. At least, for now cause God knows once we're alone, he's gonna get it.

"Thank you Ms..." He trails off, raising a questioning brow at me. Out of the corner of my eye, I throw a frustrated look towards Liam. And Stella, of course.

He doesn't know my name. I wonder if he even knew I existed before this.

"Ronnie Mars I would have figured somebody would have mentioned who I am or else I would have introduced myself earlier." I state, crossing my arms over my chest though it's not for long seeing as Mr. Farley sticks his hand out for me to shake.

"Stella mentioned you. Though I never got to caught your name. It's mostly my fault. My apologies. I'm Ben Farley."

I extend my hand to shake his when, suddenly, a hand clamps around my wrist and I'm not surprised when I look to the source to see Liam. He shakes his head slowly, almost as if saying, we're not they're friends, and draws my hand back to my side. I shoot him an annoyed look. Mainly because he has the audacity to tell me what to do when he's been deceiving me from the damn start.

I try to snatch my grip from his but I fail when Liam only tightens his hand around my wrist, though never close to the point of causing pain. Jesus, I am weak. 

That or Liam is just really strong, which, he is. Thinking that makes me feel slightly better. At least I have an excuse.

Instead of trying to pull my hand from his grip, I roll my eyes and shake Mr. Farley's with my free hand. "I would say it is lovely to meet you but it isn't, at least, not under these circumstances." My eyes drift to Jeremy.

It's true. My words, I mean. And well, the fact that I didn't even know he was alive adds to it. 

"Yes, indeed." He murmurs and I drop my hand back limply to my side. I don't bother to look at Liam, not even though I can feel his eyes burning into my skull. Mad at me cause I shook your fathers hand? You know, the hand of a man you never even bothered to acknowledge was alive until now?

"I'll hook him up now to an IV. It's all I can do now and how long did you say he's been unconscious?" Dr. Ackhart asks, begin to shuffle towards one of the medical cabinets.

"I never said. And three or two days, I'm not sure."

Dr. Ackhard freezes immediately but then carries on, hurriedly this time around. "Oh my. Definitely need to hook him up."

Dr. Ackhard scurries to get Jeremy situated and all I can think about is that he says 'Oh my' a lot.

"We should leave Dr. Ackhart to work." Mr. Farley states. None of us move. "Jeremy will be safe here. I promise."

Stella, Liam, and I share another glance between another. A silent discussion and silently, we shuffle out of the room and out Dr. Ackhart's domain. He seems relieved by that, since I hear him exhale and then a hushed whisper to Mr. Farley, making a promise of his own to analyze the unknown substance Jeremy injected himself with.

Mr. Farley nods and he meets us out in hall, closing the infirmary door just as Dr. Ackhart slides the needle into Jeremy's arm. I catch one last glimpse at his pale and still features and I pray he'll wake soon. It isn't the same without Jeremy around, that's for sure.

"We should get you into rooms." Mr. Farley declares. "I see you brought your luggage already."

I notice, for the first time, my luggage isn't in my hands. I look to Liam, to see him nod in the direction of the first floor. He must of set them down when I wasn't paying attention. I didn't pay attention for a large majority of time.

Wordlessly, Liam goes down to collect our stuff and emerges back up the stairs just as the exotic looking boy and girl exit the room. They both hold Liam's stare as they pass. The girl stops suddenly, narrowing her eyes at Liam and the boy presses a hand to her lower back. She looks back at us but mostly stares at Stella, hatred burning in her brown eyes and Stella meet's her with the same look. Liam as well.

"Come on, Avalon. Dinner's going to be served soon." The boy pushes Avalon forward and she sucks in her bottom lip in anger but doesn't reply. She marches down the stairs, gripping the hand rail tightly and maintaining eye contact until she passes to the first floor.

Avalon obviously has some history with Liam and Stella. And she obviously has some with me since she attempted to snap my freaking fingers off not too long ago.

"Who are they?" I ask, though I make sure to direct my question at Mr. Farley instead of at Stella and Liam. They'd probably give me some half-assed answer like they always do.

"That's the twins. Isaac and Avalon. They grew up along side Stella and Liam." Mr. Farley is cut and dry to the point and thought I want to question on why they appear to be hostile, I don't get the chance as he immediately starts leading us to our rooms. 

He places Stella near the infirmary, a spare bedroom it seems and that's when I know this place must have been built recently. This wasn't the original pack house and I just knew it. What happened to the original? I'm unsure but certain a lot will be revealed soon.

"And will you two be staying in one room?" Mr. Farley asks, though the question seems forced and from behind him I can see Stella smirk.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes and open my mouth to reply when Liam says, "yes."

I narrow my eyes at him and Mr. Farley's jaw clenches, though I understand why he's so tense. He's practically letting Liam, his son, and I sleep together in the same room and I guess I can see why that's such a troubling thought.

I waver.

"Actually," I drawl, catching both Mr. Farley's and Liam's attention. "I would like to request a separate room, if you don't mind."

Mr. Farley's and Liam's brows rise in surprise at my proclamation and I merely feign an innocent look. Liam's features morph into a pointed glance, obviously curious and frustrated on why I've corrected him and insisted on my own room.

If he thinks he's going to get with me while he not being completely open and honest, he's wrong and he should be glad we're not going to be locked in the same room. He'd never hear the end of it from me, then again, he won't with the chances we get to be alone. 

I'll make sure of that.

And I can see how some would think that's harsh, but wouldn't you be a little peeved off if your boyfriend was keeping secrets from you? I mean, leaving out the fact your dad is alive is a pretty big deal though I've mentioned that plenty of times, haven't I?

"If you would like. I just assumed you'd be sharing a room since-"

Liam cuts him off gruffly. "We will be sharing a room."

I narrow my eyes at him. "No. We won't."

He opens his mouth to say something and then quickly clamps it shut when he notices his father and Stella are staring and though Liam has never been hesitant to start a fight with me in front of others, I can tell he doesn't want to with his father lurking around.

So he doesn't say another word.

Mr. Farley guides him to his room, with mine conveniently across from his and says before leaving. "Dinner should be ready. Are you going to join us?"

"I think so," Stella answers as she emerges from behind Mr. Farley. "But do you mind giving us a few minutes alone?"

Mr. Farley nods curtly and exits without a word. We all watch after him as he disappears down the stairs and look to one another when we hear commotion start downstairs, though all I can really make out is raspy whispers and frustrated grunts.

They obviously don't like us here.

"I have a feeling we should have never given them that bullet." Liam mutters as he leans against the frame of his door. 

"Why? We had to. They can't help Jeremy if they don't know what it is." I voice with a huff as I cross my arms over my chest.

"I doubt they really can help us. They'll start asking questions, Ron. About where we got it and then they'll make us stay longer." Liam replies, "I say once Jeremy wakes up, we haul ass."

"Liam, we need there help. I didn't call your father-"

Liam cuts her off, venom dripping from his words as he spits, "That man is not my father."

My brows shoot up into my freaking hairline as Liam crosses his arms over his chest and averts his eyes to the ground, angrily. 

Stella calmly keeps her eyes on him before shaking her head and running a hand threw her hair. "Look, Liam, I know you're hurt and feeling betrayed about-"

Once again, Liam cuts her off. "You don't know how I feel so don't act like you do."

Stella presses her lips together tightly and looks away, her hair falling onto her face and concealing her expression away from my gaze.

She walks off without another word and back to her room, shutting the door with a loud thud, like the angry teenager she is. Slowly, I shake my head and rest my eyes on Liam to find him staring at me. An emotion I can't read passes his eyes and before I get the chance to decipher it, it's gone. 

"You're unbelievable." I state. 

"I know."

"You could have told me, about you know, this." I gesture to the house, to the people down stairs, to the evident truth he's been keeping from me. 

"I didn't know how to tell you." 

"Or you just didn't want to tell me." I say.

Liam immediately shakes my head and his features twist into an unreadable expression and then he's running his hands through his hair with a deep sigh. "I haven't come to terms with it myself, Ron."

I decide not to push him. I should, in reality. I should be screaming at him on why he hasn't told me about his father and their pack and what really pushed him to become a rogue. But I can't bring myself to, because with Liam's reaction to snapping at Stella and the look on his face, I know there truly is a reason.

And besides, the truth can't hide itself for much longer. Not even if Liam wants it to.

I know he wants to tell me and I know that when he keeps eye contact with me and his mouth opens to say something. And I anticipate it greatly, because here it is. The moment I've been waiting for. The truth. 

But then a little voice comes from down the hall and Liam is freezing in his tracks. We both turn slowly and I find the same little boy from earlier, standing near the staircase while holding onto the railing while maintaining an innocent and curious gaze on his face.

His green eyes meet mine before he looks to Liam. "Daddy says dinners going to get cold."

Daddy. 

Who is this child's father and why is his daddy concerned if we eat or not? We haven't even met the kid's father, nor do we even know who this kid is in the-

Wait a second. Why did he look directly at Liam when he said that and why did Liam tense and what the hell is going?

"You are coming down to eat, right?" The child persists. Liam stares.

"Calvin!" A voice sounds from downstairs. "Get down here and eat!"

Calvin huffs and swats away at a lock of reddish-brown hair and then turns, gripping onto the staircase and stomping as he makes his way down and back to the angry sounding woman. Slowly and begrudgingly I face Liam. "Don't tell me that's.." I trail off, unsure of how to complete the sentence and luckily I don't have to. 

Liam nods in confirmation. "It is." He says, his eyes remaining on the spot just where Calvin was. "That's my father's new son."

His half-brother.

"Oh my god," I breathe as I reach up and rub my temples. This has got to be a joke. It has to be! 

Liam has a half-brother! A brother, nonetheless! They both bare their father's genes and holy crap, what is going on lately.

"Look, that's another thing I probably should have-"

I cut him off, "Should have? Should have told me?" I screech. "Is there anything else you're hiding? Any ex girlfriends, while we're at it?"

"No!" He says quickly, shaking his head. "No ex girlfriends. I promise. I've never even liked anyone from the pack."

At least that's something I won't be encountering this trip. 

"I promise I'll tell you everything Ronnie." He inches closer and attempts to take my hand but I move out of his reach and narrow my eyes at him.

He better be. 

"Let's just go do this dinner thing and get Stella, alright?" I reply snappily. Liam nods, though obviously reluctantly and I turn, walking off into the direction of Stella's room while shaking my head.

I have a feeling this is going to be an interesting trip.

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DUN DUN DUN!!! 

So, Liam has a half-brother and the whole story of that will be explained next chapter! I know Liam seems a little hesitant to share his story and it's not because he doesn't trust Ronnie. You'll have to see the real reason why next chapter!

I didn't want to put too much info in on this chapter. I just wanted you guys to get use to the idea of Liam's father and Calvin cause I mean, where would be the fun of revealing everything in one chapter? NOTHING WOULD BE FUN!

So yeah. Sorry I didn't update as quickly as before. I've been sick and I'm only starting to feel better. Seriously, I wrote this chapter while coughing up a lung.

I hope you guys enjoyed it? I feel kinda iffy about this chap but I don't want to make you guys wait anymore and re-write it all over again. 

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And if any of you want to send me banners, don't be afraid to! I don't even care if it's not Barbara Palvin in the pic because in reality, you can image Ronnie how you want to, or Liam!

As for the others who have sent me banners, I will be posting them in the next upcoming chapters. 

So thanks guys and I'll see you soon,

- CeCe.