Because he’s a sixteen-year-old-sister-rapingmotherfucker.
He looks at me over his glasses. “Son… comein.”
I enter his office and sit in one of the chairs opposite him. I look at his face for a moment, wondering what the fuck goes through a grown man’s mind when he looks at his teenage sister and makes the decision to rapeher.
“I’m glad you came, son. We obviously have some things to sort out after lastnight.”
“Agreed. You go first.” I want to hear what he has to say forhimself.
“I understand exactly what you see in Grant’s daughter. She’s young and beautiful, no doubt about it. But that girl comes from a family of gambling cheats. Surely, you must see that she’s only interested in yourmoney.”
“I highly doubtthat.”
“And why do you highly doubtthat?”
“Because I caught her cheating at the Biloxi casino and gave her two options: live with me until she works off her debt or go tojail.”
He chuckles. “So she chose to whore herself out instead of going to jail? Sounds about right for aGrant.”
Hearing him insult mon bebelle makes me want to fly across his desk and wrap my hands around his throat. “Never call her that. Emma Lia is not a whore; I’m the only man she’s with. She ismine.”
“You don’t have to hint at what kind of relationship you have with Miss Grant. I know about your lifestyle and what you like to do with women behind a closed door. But this woman… you don’t need this one in your life. Give her up. Find another one to submit to your needs. You won’t have a problem finding a replacement. Countless women would be thrilled to take herplace.”
I had no idea that my father knew about my lifestyle. Buthow?
Has he sensed the sadistic Dominant inside ofme?
Does he have it inside of himtoo?
Is that why he was obsessed with mymother?
“You’re wrong about Emma Lia. I’ve never needed any woman the way that I need her. She’sirreplaceable.”
My father shakes his head. “She’s getting her hooks into you, Tristan. Turn her loose before it’s too late. Before she drags youdown.”
He isn’t listening to me. “I’m thinking of marryingher.”
His eyes narrow and deep lines form around his eyes and forehead. “Marryingher? Oh hell no. You can’t marry thatgirl.”
“I love Emma Lia. I want her to be mywife.”
I didn’t come here to have a conversation about my relationship with Emma Lia, but he might as well know how I feel abouther.
My father slams his hand on his desk. “She will ruin you,son.”
“Emma Lia will ruin me? I think you mean that Conrad will tell me all about your dirty little secret and ruinyou.”
He coughs, clearing his throat. “My dirty little secret? I don’t know what you’re talkingabout.”
“Sure you do,Dad.”
“I don’t know what Conrad Grant told you, but I’m sure it’s nothing but a bunch of lies coming from a man likehim.”
“Conrad weaved a very sickening tale.” I find it difficult to form the next sentence; once I reveal what Emma Lia’s father told me, my father will either have to deny or own up to what he did. “Conrad’s tale involves the rape of your little sister, which resulted in her becoming pregnant with me. He says she told him that you are my biologicalfather.”
“That’s alie.”
“You were thirty-two years old and she was a sixteen-year-old girl. You were the adult. You were supposed to be taking care of her. Raising her. Keeping her safe. But instead, you were abusing her and pleasuring yourself. It’s a despicablecrime.”
