Lahat ng Kabanata ng Caught In The Middle: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Reese woke in the early hours at around 3am, blinking in the light of the lamp left on in the room over by Cory’s desk. He could sense that Quinn was no longer beside him, he could hear the soft snoring of Cory still there though.He sat up, his body tensing, raking his hair back out of his eyes as they swept the room. He saw her and his body visibly relaxed. She was curled up in the box window seat, the drapes pulled open and her head resting on the glass as she stared out the window into the darkness. She had a thin blanket over her legs and the hood of her sweatshirt was pulled up over her head, her hair gathered and pulled over one shoulder in a loose braid.She looked so serene, her side profile beautiful, he almost didn’t want to disturb her. “Quinn?”She turned her head, slightly, not even lifting it from the glass and gave him a small reassuring smile. “Couldn’t you sleep?” She whispered softly.“Shouldn’t that be my question? Why are you over there?” Reese put his feet on the

Reese woke early, he was used to getting up in the mornings and going for a run before a workout, shower and off to college. He sat up, rubbing his face and looked down at Quinn sleeping quietly beside him. Cory had turned over to face away, his feet out of the covers and Quinn was back to back with him with a contented look on her peaceful face. Reese lay back down and just took the moment to gaze at her face. She really was beautiful and without a doubt he knew if she had plastered herself all over social media like most girls her age she would have been snapped up as a model. He reached out and took up the loose braid that she had put her hair in to sleep and ran it through his hand appreciating the unusual color, he looked at his scarred and calloused knuckles through her hair and paused, dropping her hair and pulling his hand away. Did he even deserve to touch something so exquisite with hands like these? Hands trained to maim and kill, rough hands that would only scratch such

Quinn was quite industrious in compiling her list and Cory didn’t need to make sure she did it. He had her sitting in the basement on his laptop searching up some rather riskè shit and he chuckled to think how he would explain it if his parents ever saw his search history.Quinn dropped back into the couch with a huff at one point on Sunday, scratching her head. Cory looked around from the assignment he was working on for college at that frustrated little huff. “What’s the problem?”“Oh, nothing…”He swung his chair around to give her a challenging look. “Talk, bunny.”“I’m just not sure what the difference between flogging and whipping is…”Cory’s jaw clenched tight and he swallowed hard. I shouldn’t have asked. “Okay…it’s just the implement that’s used I thought…”“So it can still hurt and scar?&rdq

Quinn stood gaping at the door in disbelief. Wendy came over and touched her shoulder. “Goodness what was that all about?”“I don’t know…” Quinn said, looking at the floor, tears trying to fill her eyes.“I’m sorry, Quinn…is that how you feel?”“No!” Quinn shook her head. “I do it to fill the day because I’m bored and the house is too quite otherwise…I…”“Perhaps we are taking it for granted a bit…you have cooked and cleaned every day this week.”“I was just helping out, you are all so busy and I’m stuck hiding out here in your house…”Wendy smiled. “I get that, but perhaps you are doing too much.”“I thought about getting a part time job during the day, but…”“It’s risky, I mean, Mr Ferrante can’t search the entirety of New York fo

Cillian O’Shea was a calm cautious man, but he had a snapping point and when it was reached he was very quick to escalate to violence.He confronted his son with a patient gaze, golden to match, ready to hear him out before coming to conclusions. Reese grit his teeth, raking a hand through his hair trying to figure out where to start, he glanced at Liam, standing behind his father’s left shoulder, and he frowned at him. He had warned Reese to tell his father everything before acting and getting Quinn out of her situation with Antonio.“Do you know about Augusto Ferrante’s second wife?” Reese asked, deciding this might be a good point of entry.Cillian gave Reese a small frown of thought. “The one that passed just recently?”“Yeah, well do you know who her first husband was and what happened in Boston?”Cillian’s frown deepened and he coolly folded his arms. “I know enough about the situation, how do you know about it?”“Because that girl out there with Cory is O’Malley’s daughter and