Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
“Sit down,” Riggs orders the second he walks in.
Brad’s eyes go to me. “Where is he?”
“I don’t know, Brad,” I say, calmly.
“I know you know,” he barks.
Hank and Hugh forcefully sit Bradley down, while Riggs stands in front of him, arms crossed. “First of all, you need to calm the fuck down.”
Brad’s eyes move to him now. “I’m not here to get him back.”
I blink.
Riggs glances at me.
“What?” I ask.
“I don’t fucking want him back,” Brad says, his voice almost high pitched with his frantic behavior. “He has done nothing but ruin my damned life.”
Well.
I was wrong.
I was sure Brad would have Dad’s back.
Maybe we should have taken what the club said to begin with.
Would have saved capturing and tormenting my father.
“Calm down, brother,” Remy orders, his voice firm. “Nobody is gettin’ anywhere with you behavin’ like a fuckin’ lunatic.”
Brad takes a shaky breath in, but he calms down.
Then he goes on.
“He has controlled my life for so long. Every single fucking thing I’ve done is because he wanted it. That girl ... I didn’t want a part in it, but I had no choice. He wants me to be him, but he wants it to be on his terms. Can’t fucking take it anymore. I want this over.”
“You want it over, tell us where the body is,” Riggs answers simply.
“I will, but I want to see him first. I want to ... say what I need to say. If he’s going away, I have to disappear for a long time, because he’ll find me, and he’ll make sure I suffer. I need to say what I have to say, you hear me?”
Riggs nods. “Fine, but know this, if you’re double crossing us, we’ll kill you.”
Brad looks a little alarmed by this but nods all the same.
“Cover his face, we’ll take him to his father,” Riggs orders.
And just like that, they’re going to see daddy dearest once again.
Gee, I wonder how this will go.
“HERE’S THE RULES,” Riggs tells Brad before he takes him in to see Dad. “You don’t share a single fuckin’ thing about what we’re planning. You say what you have to say, and you leave. You don’t, we kill you on the spot. Clear?”
Brad nods.
Hugh is the one controlling the phone today, I insisted on being able to see everything that was going on, and they agreed. So, Hugh dialed me the second they arrived and has me trained in on everyone and what’s going down.
“Let him in.” Riggs nods, and I watch as Remy opens the door.
I only catch a glimpse of my father, head down, blood on the floor around him. Jesus, they really have made a mess of him.
I wish I could feel bad, but I just don’t.
That’s terrifying, to be honest.
I should care.
But how do you care about someone who has done so much bad to you?
Bradley steps in with Remy and Hugh, and then the door closes.
Riggs isn’t willing to let me in the room, hell, the only reason I’m even allowed to watch is because Remy insisted. He is still angry at me for what I did to his club, and I get it, I really do.
But I don’t want him to hate me forever.
Now is my chance to have a say, while we’re all just standing here, waiting.
I don’t know why he didn’t go in, but I’m grateful.
“Hugh,” I say carefully, “turn the phone towards Riggs.”
He does. Riggs is standing, arms crossed, staring straight ahead. That’s fair enough, I don’t expect him to look at me.
“I know I fucked up,” I begin, watching his expression stay hard. “I did something to your club that none of you deserved. I didn’t know you then, I honestly didn’t, and I made a choice. Nobody made it for me, I made it myself, but it was the wrong choice. I need you to know I’m sorry. I truly am sorry. It’ll never happen again.”
He finally turns and glances at the phone, then he nods. “I know you won’t.”
I blink and shake my head in confusion.
“Anyone who can stand here while their father is gettin’ beaten down by a club isn’t goin’ to rat on us.”
My eyes widen.
He must see the shock in my expression, because he goes on. “Not sayin’ you’re a sadist, or cold, or anything like that. I’m just sayin’ if you had other plans, you wouldn’t be lettin’ us do this to him. I see the way that man is, I know why you did what you did. Consider it dropped.”
“Ah,” I squeak. “Thanks.”
I think.
We’re cut off by the sound of shouting—loud, frantic shouting.
It’s Brad.
He’s yelling about my father and everything he has ever done to him, he’s losing his mind, just screaming and going crazy. I’ve never heard my brother like that, never heard him yell the way he is now, I guess it has finally caught up to him.