The door bursts open, and my father enters followed by our family attorney.
“Murder?” he demands. “Jesus Christ, Tyson. It’s all over the news. Do you have any idea what the fuck you’ve done to our family name? To my reputation?”
I remain silent.
“Call them?” he commands to our attorney. “Call the fucking Lords and get him out of this mess.”
Hansen removes his cell from his pocket, dials up a number and then places it on speakerphone. He lays the phone between my cuffed wrists as the ringing on the other end fills the small room. “Hello?”
“Get my son out of here,” my father snaps.
The Lord clears his throat. “It would be wise for you to leave the room, Senator.”
“I’m not going—”
“Get out.” I interrupt my father.
His eyes narrow on mine. “Ty—”
“Get the fuck out!” I shout, not in the mood for his shit. I don’t need him here. I was eventually going to get one phone call, and it sure as fuck wasn’t going to be to him.
He turns and exits, slamming the door. “What do you want?” I ask, getting to the point.
“Son, you’ve put yourself in a tight situation.” He doesn’t ask me if I killed her, and I don’t waste my breath telling him I didn’t.
“That’s rich, considering you’re the ones who put me here,” I grind out.
Silence follows before he speaks. “I’m not sure what you mean…”
“You promised us protection. And you failed. Both of us.” The Lords are supposed to protect their own. As long as we do as we’re told, we’re rewarded. That’s why we take our oath. If they were to turn their backs on us, there would be no society. We would outnumber the founders and burn the whole thing down. We’d destroy them.
“I don’t know—”
“Quit fucking lying!” I shout, yanking on the cuffs. “Either get me out or let them book me.”
“I don’t believe you,”I decide to say to Jackson, not wanting him to know how close to the truth he is. I go to kick him.
He rushes out, making me pause, “Mr. Minson threatened Luke with his life. He was not allowed to fuck her after the wedding.”
I frown. “That doesn’t make any sense. That’s why he gave Luke the room.” It was to prove she had remained a virgin. She needed to bleed for him.
He shakes his head. “No. He gave Luke the room to make sure she stayed a virgin.”
“How would he have known?” Ryat wonders.
“Cameras,” I answer. Lake told me that Miller had mentioned her getting off on my cock. “He had cameras in there.”
“So her father watched you fuck his daughter? That’s pretty fucked up.” Kashton shakes his head in disgust.
“Why was her virginity so important?” Ryat asks.
“I … don’t know.” He begins to cry, knowing he’s not giving me enough information.
FIFTY-NINE
TYSON
My wife lies in her bed, sleeping. I sit on the couch while Ryat stands next to me. He’s typing away on his phone to his wife while I stare at mine. Ryat puts his phone away and looks down at me. “What’s the plan?”
