The Unperfects – The Perfects Read Online Rachel Van Dyken

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Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 50770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
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Epilogue

Quinn

One Month Later

“This was a horrible idea.” I look around the busy living room and wince when two more small children whose names are lost on me try to convince yet another adult, Drew this time, to play the floor is lava.

Pillows are everywhere.

It’s chaos.

Ambrose took one look at all the famous singers and actors with all their kids, wives, and food, oh and well the absolute mess after one hour, grabbed a bottle of whiskey and just drank it straight.

I’d snickered and said, “Look, your future!”

MB chose that moment to slap the back of my head, followed by a punch in the arm from Chloe.

Now I’m walking around ready to put up a freaking shield wall with pillows so the girls don’t attack me.

Zane walks up to me and gives me an elbow, why is everyone so violent tonight? We’re just celebrating MB’s pregnancy with a little joint party, well it was supposed to be little, then Zane told Drew, and Drew told Jaymeson and Demetri, then it just piled up from there so basically every actor or singer that was currently in Seaside recording or filming—was at the house.

Oh, and two football players, that Ambrose nearly shit his pants over, Wes Michels and Sanchez, apparently they’re on the same team now that Quinton Miller decided to retire to be with his triplets.

Kids. Everywhere.

The doorbell rings.

What the hell? Is the entire town coming?

I rush over to open it and now it’s my turn to shit my pants in the most terrifying way possible. “Nixon.” Am I supposed to like salute him? What are the rules? My family never told me the rules, fucking Zane! “H-hello.”

The guy just grows muscles and tattoos like a garden, has a lip piercing, scary blue eyes, dark hair, and he’s probably packing.

And I do not mean a dick.

Though he has one of those too.

Not that I’ve seen it.

Shit, he makes me nervous. “Come in.”

What follows is something that can only be played in slow motion in my head as several other Italians follow him in, all five of them bosses, one’s a senator and the final one to step over the threshold, stops, and turns to me. “We brought the good vodka.”

“Oh right, because I was concerned—about the vodka,” I say sarcastically, the guy has blonde hair and looks like ten years older than me, maybe?

He slaps me hard on the shoulder. “I like you.”

“Play nice Andrei.…” Chase, the state senator and underboss laughs. “…there are kids present, which reminds me, kids!”

What follows that is another dozen or so kids of all ages, some in high school, some littles, and a few more scary ones that look ready to rip my tongue from my throat, cool, let’s party.

Zane rushes toward them and gives Nixon a hug. “When I heard you were close by, I knew you needed to check out the coast.”

“Thanks for the invite.” Nixon actually smiles, wonders never cease, huh?

Chloe comes up beside me. “So, um, remember when we said no more secrets.”

How many weapons do they have hidden, I wonder?

And why am I sweating?

“I have… no words, … actually.” I confess when Zane walks over with Nixon again.

Zane rocks back on his heels. “So I may have called in a favor, they have connections.” Shocker. They have connections. With death. “And had Dr. Nikolai Blazik flown into Portland, he’s seeing Sophie now, he’s been studying her case and thinks there are a few things that could work, it’s worth a shot.”

Chloe bursts into tears and hugs Zane. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, thank the cousin over here.”

Just watch out for pointy things. I make eye contact with Nixon and mouth thank you.

While Sophie’s made huge strides, she still hasn’t woken up and nobody knows why, the doctors and specialists can’t explain it, one even said it’s almost like she doesn’t want to.

The entire case is weird, but if they have someone who’s a world renown doctor like Nikolai, then I have hope.

I know I have even more hope than I did before.

When Chloe comes back into my arms, Nixon looks between us. “So, how did you two meet?”

“A canoe,” I say quickly. Do not look dumb in front of the mafia boss.

Ambrose just happens to be walking by with a bag of chips. “You sit on a throne of lies, it’s like this big scary mafia dude that probably has a knife on him.” Nixon actually bursts out laughing so do the surrounding men that are listening in and suddenly very interested in whatever bullshit Ambrose is about to say. “We went bungee jumping, this dumb-dumb is afraid of heights, we may have tricked him into thinking he wasn’t attached to the bungee, guy almost shit himself, then had a great time, until the band snapped.”

“Snapped!” I feel the need to remind the room, I don’t know why I yell it, the trauma is real.


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