While we stood there and let him take her. Trusting him with her.
My head jerks up. “Did Brett ever hurt you? Touch you?”
I’ll dig him up and kill him again. Nia’s eyes widen. “No!”
Her shock seems genuine enough, and I move past her. “Go, Nee. I’ll… I’ll explain later.”
Nothing about my posture suggests that I’m open to discussion. She swallows, nods, and then she’s jogging up the stairs, glancing at me over her shoulder.
I have no doubt that my pack will be here in minutes.
Maybe they’ll be in time to stop me killing my father, but it’s debatable.
His office door slams open, sending plaster tumbling down as the handle smashes into the wall and I stalk inside. “Where is it?”
Behind his desk, he flinches back from his laptop. “Theo? What’s wrong—,”
“I know,” I snarl. “I know everything. What he did to her. What youkept from me.”
“Theo—,”
“She was my fucking mate!” I roar it at him. My hand sweeps out, sending the shit he keeps so fucking tidy on his desk scattering across the room. “He attacked her!”
“Stop.” My father gets to his feet as I flex back, my fists tightening. “I know you’re upset. He wasn’t well—,”
“Don’t you fucking apologize for him!” I scream the words, the rage, directly from my heart. “Don’t you fucking dare!”
I can’t take this out on Brett. Can’t rip him apart for what he’s done to her. But my father… he was complicit.
Heknew.
My anger grows and swells as he stumbles back and I stalk around the desk. “Where the fuck is it?”
“What?” He straightens his tie, but his hands are shaking. “I don’t know…,”
“The reports.” I stalk to his drawers, ripping the first one open and tearing through the paperwork, tossing it aside. “I want to see it all. Everything you fucking kept from me. It endsnow.”
“She wasn’t supposed to tell you,” he snaps. “We had an agreement in place for your protection.”
I stop. Just… stop. “What the fuck did you just say?”
Because in the hours we talked, Kennedy didn’t mention any sort of agreement with my father. Only that he was there, in the hospital.
Only what she had to, I realize suddenly. Dread curdles in my stomach.
Because I knew he was there, so she had to mention it. But she clearly didn’t tell me everything.
What the fuck else could there be?
And my father has paled. “Sit down, son.”
“Don’t you call me that.” I grip the edges of the desk, dropping my head and fighting for breath. “I am trying very hard not to go for your throat. My mother and sister are upstairs, and all I want to do is see your blood decorate your precious office floor. So if you value your life at all, you will get me those reports – the real reports, not the shit you gave me before which were obviously fake - because I know you’ll have them, andyou will tell me every single fucking thing that you have kept from me about our mate!”
Silence.
My body coils, readying—
“Wait.” He blurts it, rounding the desk and putting distance between us. “There. That cabinet in the corner. The code is Brett’s birthday, eight digits.”
