Simple? Nothing about that sounded simple. Manipulative. Underhanded. Psychotic.Thosewords fit better. “So you openly admit to using her.”
“I admit that when I met your mother, I saw what she could do for me. I saw all the ways she could support my addiction. I saw everything I could get out of her. I also saw how much she wanted a man in her life. She was easy prey.”
“Yet you couldn’t manage to keep her.”
“The bitch cut me off. Do you know what they did to me the day those assholes came to our house, wanting that money from me? They cut off my right fucking toe!”
Was Colt supposed to feel sorry for him? “You got into bed with criminals. What did you expect?”
“Iexpectedyour mother to support her fucking husband! To give me the money I needed to get them off my back. Instead, she kicked me out. Hired that asshole protection of hers, who forced me to sign divorce papers. It washerfault, all of it!”
He was delusional.
His phone vibrated with a text. He pulled it out and scanned the screen.
Jesse: I know who attacked Indie.
He shoved his cell back into his pocket before looking back at Gordon. “Actually, it wasyourfault. Everything you’ve ever done in your life has gotten you exactly where you are. You deserve everything that’s happened to you.”
That anger returned to his father’s face. It was unfiltered and unhinged. “You say shit like that to me, yet you expect me to offer information?”
“You were never going to tell me anything.”
“So why are you here?”
“To tell you in person that I will do everything in my power to make sure you spend the rest of your useless life rotting in prison. And if you everdoget out and try to hurt anyone I loveagain, you’ll either be sent straight back behind bars or straight into the ground.”
His father tried to pull at his restraints, anger reddening his cheeks. “You have no idea what I’m capable of!”
“I do—and it’s very little. Because you’renothing. You’vealwaysbeen nothing.” Colt turned.
“Get back here, kid!”
Colt ignored him and stepped into the hall.
Jesse frowned. “Everything okay?”
“Same shit, different day. What did you find?”
Jesse shot his gaze to the door, then back to Colt. “We ran the plates of the Harley-Davidson. The owner is a Roman Korr. He’s been in the system before. He works for a guy named Chester Vane, who runs an unofficial lending operation.”
“Do you have his location?”
“It’s going to take a bit of time, but my team’s working on it.”
Colt’s jaw clenched, frustration throbbing at his temple. “Is my father going to be in here much longer?”
“There was a complication with the surgery. He needs to go back under. The doctor said another week or so.”
Jesus Christ. He just needed this to be over.
“How are you feeling?”
Indie rolled Noah’s question around her head as she watched him move in her kitchen from where she sat on the couch. “About the pregnancy or the guy who attacked me in my car?”
A darkness slipped over Noah’s face. It looked eerily similar to the one Colt had worn since yesterday.
He filled a saucepan with milk. “Both.”
