“We’ve got your back,” he reminds me.
“Let’s just get this over with before anyone comes lookin’ for him.”
I take a deep breath and swallow the bile rising up my throat when I open the door to see that they’ve strapped my father to a chair, his lip bleeding. He spits blood out onto the table and gives me a shit-eating grin.
He laughs, throwing his head back before looking back at me.
“Who would’ve thought the first time I was ever proud of you would be the moment you wanted to kill me,” he taunts calmly.
It’s almost like he thinks he’s going to get out of this.
“Gotta say, tellin’ me somethin’ was wrong with Teresa and to turn back was smart. I felt her sadness and anxiety down the bond. You got Dread to flip on me, huh?” my father accuses. This time there’s malice clearly threaded throughout his voice.
“All I told her was the truth about the man she bonded with,” I state.
He laughs again. “You don’t know shit, boy.”
“I know you got her son killed and staged her daughter’s kidnapping.”
I’m not sure if I expect him to lie, or try to cover his ass, but he doesn’t bother.
“Being the President of a club presents you with some hard choices. It’s my job to make a decision. I didn’t want them to be weak the way you are.”
He’s trying to goad me, but I can’t let him get to me.
“For which club?” Cash spits out next to me.
“So he speaks,” my father retorts, rolling his eyes at Cash. My father looks back at me before continuing with his little speech.“Leon needed to grow the fuck up, understand the price of being my son. You wouldn’t know anything about that, now would you?”
“No, I really fuckin’ wouldn’t. Why do you hate me so much?” I ask.
I shouldn’t care, I really shouldn’t fuckin’ care what a walking dead man thinks about me, but I just have to know.
“You’re the reason I became what I am. If your mother hadn’t been out, droppin’ you off at your friend’s house she never would have gotten picked up by the Wraiths. Do you know what they did to her? And it’s all your fuckin’ fault. When she died, every good piece of me went with her. How could I ever love the reason mytrueOmega died? You made me lose my soul by fuckin’ existin’,” he sneers.
His vengeance towards the Wraiths makes more sense now, why he went after them and took their Omega as penance. But his greed and ego are what drove him to become what he hated so much.
I keep my face straight, not letting his words hit their intended target, even though they do. I’m also glad Teresa never had to hear him say this shit, either.
“You’re not even gonna try to plead for your life?” I ask.
He laughs again, his teeth coated in blood from where he got hit in the face.
“You think I don’t have contingencies in place? That I didn’t think it was fuckin’ odd Maverick and Doc showed up and suddenly half of my problems were dead? You’re either arrogant or a fuckin’ fool.”
I take a step toward him where he sits at the worn, wooden dining table. I lift my gun towards his head and my palm fuckin’ shakes.
“You can’t do it; you don’t fuckin’ have it in you. You kill me and the whole club falls apart. The Wraiths want their Omegasback and want retribution for the men you took out. No matter how you look at this, you’re a dead man,” he rants, twisting the situation around.
The confidence that radiates out of him is astounding considering I have a gun aimed at his head, and he’s tied up in a chair.
“You really wanna be the reason both of your parents are dead?” he taunts.
“I just want you to know that Teresa and Lily hate you. That everyone in the club will know the real man you are.” I lean forward so only he can hear me. “I’m gonna burn down every vile fuckin’ thing you built. No one will mourn you, no one will remember you, every piece of you is goin’ to be removed from history. I hope you rot in fuckin’ hell.”
I pull back, and he opens his mouth to speak, but I steady my hand, pulling the trigger. The gunshot is near deafening, and the breath I was holding expels from my chest as I look at his brain matter that’s now splattered along the table.
I heave a few deep breaths as I look down at him, the man who gave me life, who raised me in the club culture. The man that never loved anything but himself and destroyed every fuckin’ thing he touched, including me.
