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“Yes, she need not gamble for money any longer,” Lane added.
“And Lil?” Luke asked, his voice turning serious. “Will you stop seeing her now that you have a willing and warm woman in your bed?”
Lane glanced at me, remained silent.
I sighed. He refused to tell the men, to tell anyone, the truth about Lil, about his past. Our pasts. While I’d come to terms with my heritage, Lane had not. Neither Walker nor Luke would care that I had a w***e for a mother, that I grew up in a brothel, then slowly watched my mother die from liquor and a hard life. Nor would they care that Lane’s mother hadn’t just been a w***e, but a mean one at that. She’d beat him when he was small, let her customers near him before I’d come into his life. While he’d never mentioned being touched by any of them, I
