Justin POV:
I opened my eyes in my apartment, and for the first time in what felt like forever… there was silence.
Real, undisturbed silence.
No number Nine clawing up from the cracks of my trauma, whispering about rats and blood. No number Seven humming threats like lullabies. No sarcastic number Five taunting me with my failures. Just... silence.
I stared at the ceiling, shirtless, chest still slick with the remnants of sweat, skin faintly tingling from earlier. Muscles sore. Bones loose. Body spent.
Pretty Cat.
Even now, her name tasted like smoke and sin in my mouth.
Except it wasn't her name I'd been moaning in my head when I had her against the wall. When I bent her over and grabbed her hips like she was my last anchor to this world. It was June.
Every sound that left Pretty Cat's mouth was hers. Every breath. Every fucking whimper. I closed my eyes and I saw her—June, beneath me, June gasping my name, June arching and clawing and taking it like she wanted to be ruined.
