Beautiful Nightmare by Giana Darling

Author:Giana Darling [Darling, Giana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dangerous Press
Published: 2022-01-12T18:30:00+00:00

Of course, it was Tiernan and I, so the peace didn’t last for long.

In fact, it ended abruptly as soon as we arrived back in Bishop’s Landing.

“Absolutely fucking not,” he roared, slamming on the brakes at a stop sign. “No way in goddamn hell, Bianca.”

“What happened to letting me make decisions for myself?”

“Make all the smart decisions you want,” he countered. “This is not that. We kissed and fucking made up. You need to come home. Not just for me, but Brando.”

“Don’t you dare use Brando against me,” I snapped. “You don’t think I’m doing this for him too? Caroline needs me for something, Tiernan.”

“Don’t tell me you want to help that bitch,” he asked incredulously.

“No, of course not.” Between Tiernan and Elias’s stories, I had no doubt Caroline was a beautiful painting rendered by a despicable artist. The dreams I’d had for years of being accepted into her home were hollow enough to cave in when I was faced with the truth of who she was. “But I want to know what she knows.”

“And if she knows you’re her deceased husband’s daughter? You think she’ll take that well.”

“She hasn’t hurt me yet,” I argued, even though it was a fairly weak argument. “I haven’t had a chance to look through the house yet, but I know she keeps Dad’s office locked up the exact same way he left it. If I could get inside, maybe I could find a clue to what that key opens––”

“Oh, fucking great idea, you go snooping around the Constantine Compound,” he jeered, then caught a glimpse of my face and tried to soften his tone. “Fuck, Bianca, you cannot expect me to be okay with this after everything I just fucking shared with you.”

“No, I can’t. But I do hope you’ll trust me enough to do this because I feel strongly that I have to. I know you’re technically my guardian, Tiernan, but if you want to be more than that, I need to know you can respect my decisions.”

“Fuck me,” he said to the roof of the car as if speaking to God. “Sometimes I can’t believe you’re only seventeen.”

“Thank you,” I chirped happily.

“I’m not sure that was a compliment,” he muttered darkly.

I chose to ignore the comment, reaching over to the gear shift to tangle my fingers with his over top of it. “The first sign of trouble, I’ll come home, okay? I just…I need to see this out. If Dad really did leave something for Brando and I, I need to know. I’ve spent the last five years thinking he just abandoned us.”

Tiernan’s silence was stony, a cement wall-built brick by brick between us. I let him stew though, knowing I’d said my piece and he would either trust me or not.

Outside the windows, Bishop’s Landing blurred past in streams of winter white and bright Christmas lights flaring across ornate entry gates and opulent homes. I remembered driving through the city the first-time months ago and feeling awed by the grandeur.

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