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Chapter 23 (Unedited)

Onyx's Office above

Santi's POV

I grew up in Brooklyn. I have lived in New York my entire life. My mom was a drunk and my dad went out to get milk when I was four. Well I am sure you can see where that went. Not long after my dad left my mom became abusive to my sister and I. She was 2 at time, and my mom took care of no one. So obviously someone had to make sure she was alive.  After that I took care of my sister and grew up being tossed around by my mom's friends to protect her. They beat me but never took advantage of me luckily. They would make me sell some drugs and in return didn't touch my sister. When I turned 14 and my sister 12 we where put into foster care and where separated. When I eventually aged out I went searching for my sister. I searched for three years.

And last year I found her. She was still in contact with her foster family who truly took care of her like mine never did. They loved her, took care of her, gave her the life I never could. I got in contact with her foster mom and she told me she had asked Camila if she wanted to see me. She said she didn't. I wasn't angry at her, upset yes, but never angry. I have so much to tell her. 

I'm sorry, I'm happy you where taken care of, I miss you, I understand, I love you. So much to say she will never hear. 

When I was 19 a year after I got out of foster care I was living with 6 roommates in a 3 bedroom apartment on the bad side of Brooklyn once again. Convinced I would never get out of it I just worked to pay rent and the rest of life was uneventful. When I wasn't working I was searching for my sister. One night I got a call from a nursing home telling me my mother had Alzheimer's. The emotions in the next following months where real.

I could never tell my mother how much I hated her, how much I hated her for making me become a parent at four, how much I hated her for drinking, how much I hated her for letting her 'Friends' put their hands on me. How much I wished every night for 15 years that I wished she was dead, or how I wished for the mother she never was. I blamed her for myself, I blamed her for my sister, and I blamed her for my father. 

But she was no longer the mother who drank herself to sleep. Or watched as her friends beat her son into submission just for some satisfaction. I wanted to scream, hit, blame, cry. But what was the point? She would never understand. She will never feel my pain. 

After that I suffered alone, until I met Lucas and Onyx. They turned my world around. And I am so grateful for them, and now in the time where I am needed I fled. I'm such a coward. But no more. They don't deserve that. 

I stand from the cold tan pleather chair in the corner of my mothers room. 8:48 Jeez I have been gone for hours. I am so sorry guys. I give my mother a kiss on her forehead and decide it's time to go home. 

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When I step into the house my boys are sitting on the couch with something on the TV except Cam is in the play pen. Their gazes all seem to find mine quickly "I'm sorry" I rush out, I want to apologize before they start yelling. But they don't. Lucas and Onyx stand up and rush to my front. A pause. Before I am engulfed in their warmth. Their grip is tight but mine is tighter. We stay like that until soft sniffles directs my attention from the men in my grasp to the other man in my life who looks like he wants a hug. 

I pick cam up from the play pen and set him down as I can tell he is out of his space. After a long lasting hug from Cam I pull away and wipe the tears that silently stream down his face. I give him a bright smile and he copies my actions by giving me a a wide smile giving me time to admire the freckles that litter his face and trail down his neck. "I think we need to talk"