In Love With Uncle Damien Step Uncle novel Chapter 64

“Sir, is she even legal?” one of the boys asks, and he’s right, I’m not legal, I shouldn’t be drinking.

“If your mother died, would you care about your age?” he asks them, and they all shared a look, they think this is a trap to catch him the act, but they then decided that our pain is real and agreed to give me some.

“I got this from my great aunt funeral,” one of the boys says.

“As in you were gifted it?” I ask, confused, no one gifted me any alcohol.

“No, as in he stole it from her house,” another one of his friends

answer me.

It was a bottle of tequila, he poured us six shots in plastic cups, and we all took a shot, it burned going down and I didn’t enjoy it.

“It tastes terrible,” I say.

“Who said it’s going to take good,” one of the wolves says.

“I thought it was meant to make me feel better,” I whined.

“The first one isn’t enough, you need more,” one of them answers me, pouring me another one.

It burned just as much as the first one, but it.felt good this time, it made me feel all warm on the inside which felt good, so I took the third drink and it was good, really good, now by the forth I was very light headed and couldn’t see straight, I guessed this is the point where we were heading to begin with, so I smiled happily.

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“I think it‘ starting to work,” one of them says, pointing at me.

“Yeah, she’s getting to her happy place,” he says, drinking another shot

of his own.

“Are you trying to drown your sorrow too?” Uncle Damian says.

“I haven’t found my mate yet, I got every right to drink,” he says, but from what I could understand, wolves don’t get drunk that easily, it takes a lot and lot for them to feel it, so why they were drinking was a mystery to me.

“I heard that she threatened to kill you,” another person says, pointing

at me.

“I still am, Thalia said she’d help me hide the body,” I say, wanting another drink, and I saw them pouring some for me from another bottle and this one didn’t burn, but it felt good, so I kept on drinking.

“If Thalia said she’ll help you, she means that have us dig the grave, drag him in and then closing it,” one of them say laughing.

“Idiot! She just came from a funeral!” he yells at him.

“Right, it’ll be too triggering, Thalia would have us burning him or throw him in a lake or something,” the third one says and all four of them laughed, and I joined the laughter, they’re the worse bunch to spend time with after everything that happened with me.

“Would you help me kill him?” I ask them next with a raised brow.

“Hell, yeah, if you get one of us drunk enough,” they answer me.

“Are you ready to sleep?” Uncle Damian asks me, and I shook my head no, I was having fun here.

“You can stay if you want, when my aunt died, I was fucked up,” the

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