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The last chapter. I'm sorry I made you all wait so long for the conclusion. Thank you so much for reading this and I hope my next stories will have faster updates. Fingers crossed. Life can be so hectic. lol.
Chapter 20
"I don't know what to do now." Mya sat next to the fireplace with the child in her lap, rocking her as she slept. She caressed her hair, hoping to show her she was safe. She thought she had succeeded because she seemed to rest so peacefully. "I don't think I could treat them like animals. He's my brother."
"He's a big guy, Mya. Even if he can somehow sneak in and fix it on the computers, he's never going to blend in anywhere."
"I know."
"And the child, she doesn't speak."
"She's only four." Mya reasoned. "No one would think it strange that she can't talk yet. I think she's a little shy. Oh, I do wish I could take her out of this life of slavery. She's so young she may forget she was ever like this. We could tell her she's ours."
"We?"
Roman chuckled. He liked the sound of it.
"Um – I mean I could tell her she's mine."
"People in town will assume you adopted her. They know you were never pregnant."
"I'll just tell them my sister died and she's my niece."
"She's not in the computer, Mya."
"I've never liked to lie and I suck at it." She laughed. "But this doesn't feel like a lie. It feels like – oh I don't know what it is."
"It feels right." He smiled. "Oh, how I wish you were my wife Mya. I wish it was you that day at the court house. The whole time I was standing there with that bag over my head, I was hoping that when they lifted it I would see you in front of me."
"Bray's not the kind of husband I imagined I'd have." She admitted, then she turned sad. "I can't fix this child's identity. If Bray comes back – I don't want to think about what he might do to her."
Roman placed a finger over her lips.
"I'm only going to say one thing, Mya and I'm not going to repeat it or give you any explanation – Your husband is never coming back. Do you understand?"
Mya nodded. She didn't want to think what she was thinking. She didn't want to believe it, but she knew it was true. She knew from experience how violent Roman could be.
"Little sister. You worry too much." Diesel sat on the side of the bed. The child in her arms had woken and ran across the room to cower in the corner.
"You need to sleep." She spat like a worried mother.
"Come here sweetheart." Diesel said kindly and the little girl ran to his arms and he scooped her up. She clung to him. "Believe it or not this is the only child I ever fathered on that damn farm. I guess she knew her own aunt, huh?"
"How is that possible?" Mya asked. "You were with lots of –"
"I let others do the honors. I only had them after I knew they were knocked up. But this one. Well, I was taken to some guy's barn and forced to screw this wild thing they had strapped to a table. They watched like it we were a couple of horses."
"I don't want to hear anymore."
"She was a big woman. Tall. Arms almost as big as mine." Diesel laughed. "I think they thought our kids would be the same. But this little one inherited all mama's traits I think. Like you. I always thought she looked like you." He smiled proudly. "Well, when she was born she was so tiny that the guy brought her to the boss and demanded his money back. The boss dropped her into a pile of hay in the pasture like she was trash then went on his way. I can't believe I kept her alive this long. I made this new Ivex mother stay with me. She nursed both babies until Morgan could eat what I mashed up for her."
"So I bought my niece after all." Mya grinned. "You are trouble Diesel. You know that?"
"I'm dying Mya." Diesel informed her with a sad, weak smile.
"No. Don't say that. You're just tired. You're gonna get better."
"No, I won't. I know I have cancer. It's eating away at me."
"I'll find some medicine."
"Mya. It's too late for any of it to help me."
"You're wrong. You have to be wrong." He came over and placed Morgan on her lap. He kissed Mya's forehead and then touched the child's head. "I have to do one more thing. And then I'm ready."
Diesel disappeared in night again. When he returned he gave him the same papers as he had given to her the day he'd forged her identity. "She's in good hands now."
"He has to be wrong." Mya told Roman. "When I get him back home, I'll have someone come look at him."
"I'm sorry." Roman stood. "Give him a few days, then come home. We shouldn't return together." Then he got up and left.
Diesel did seem to feel better as she led him by the leash that she hailed a taxi to another town. She didn't want to get on the train there because she didn't want Morgan to get off the train as an Ivex anywhere. She couldn't put her on the train there as a child because too many people knew she had bought a small Ivex. She hated it all. She walked to another nearby town when she got out of the truck taxi. Then she bought tickets. One for her and a child and one for cargo – her brother. It made her sick but he winked when no one was looking.
When she made it home, everyone stared as she stepped off the train with a little girl in a frilly pink dress and ringlets in her hair. They all thought she was the cutest thing they had ever seen and Morgan hugged her neck and buried her little face into her aunt's shoulder.
"She's shy." She excused. "She lost both her parents and she's hasn't said a word since."
"Poor dear. What happened?"
"Truck tipped over." She acted like she didn't want to relive the horror. "My brother and his wife – they died instantly."
"Oh, you poor dear. You're just having a dreadful time. And to think you've lost your husband too."
"I'm sorry?" She asked, tears filling her eyes. She wasn't sad that Bray was dead. She feared that someone realized that Roman had murdered him. She expected to find out he was in jail about to be exactly what she had been.
"Oh, sweetie." The old woman laid a hand on her shoulder. "I guess the message didn't get to you. Honey, they found Bray in the pond behind your house two days ago."
"The pond? But he never goes there."
"You're neighbor – Well I'm afraid the poor thing is gone too. It's been a sorrowful week for this town. Roman Reign's wife came up missing. No one could find her for three days. He called a search party and her parents came looking. They found the poor thing hanging from a tree. She took her own life."
"OH, that's so sad." The thought entered her mind that Roman had done something but then she saw him at the store across from the station. He was picking out a dress. A really nice dress and he looked really sad. Too sad for someone who thought he was finally free from something. "But there must be some mistake. Bray went hunting. He said he was going hunting." She began to cry again. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She just felt for the people who had loved them. She knew Roman's wife was loved by her family and she knew he didn't want to lose another wife. He was a caring man. She knew he cared for his wife. She'd seen him taking care of her when the woman had ventured outside a few times. She had come to the fence and stared at the unfinished gazebo in Mya's back yard. Roman had come and put a blanket around her shoulders and consoled her a she cried. Maybe they weren't in love but they were good friends."
"Mya." The old woman said in a soft, but stern voice. "Your husband never went hunting. He got drunk and drowned in the pond."
"I—I." She didn't know what to say. Or how to act. She was glad Bray was never coming back. The man had never been nice to her. She didn't feel bad that he was dead and that made her sad because she felt she had turned into a monster. A wife should feel something when her husband dies right? "I have to collect my things."
She went to cargo area and waited for her brother to be brought out. But instead she saw a big sheet covered board come out instead.
"I'm sorry maam. But it seems your animal didn't make the trip. You should really try to get a refund from where ever you bought him."
"Thank you." She tried to act indifferent.
"Should I dispose of it for you?"
"Take it to my homestead." She stated through her sobs. Eeveryone thought she was crying for Bray but it was her brother she missed.
"maam?"
"I plan to ship him back to where he came from. They'll probably want proof." And she hugged Morgan tighter, sobbing. "I need to get Morgan home."
"Yes, dear. Of course." The whole town was there to help her with her sorrow. What they thought, the lie she'd told had become true. She'd lost a brother and husband. And she coudlnt' have asked for better friends to help her through. In the night, when no one was around. She called on Roman to help her. They found a nice spot and had a private burial for Diesel. At least he would be with family. At least he wouldn't be thrown off some cliff. He would always be near.
Roman was silent as they headed back to her home. He turned to say goodbye at the fence then turned back.
"Let's make a pact." He said. "Three years, if neither of us find someone to love – let's marry each other."
She gaze up at him and smiled. Who else could she ever love?
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