“I didn’t know.”
“Of course you didn’t. Because you didn’t bother acknowledging the daughter you already had. You threw her out like she was fucking trash!”
My fist collided with the underside of his chin, a loud crack filling the room. Blood oozed from the sides of his mouth as his teeth bit into his tongue. The chair tilted back and threw him to the ground, his eyes swirling with confusion.
“Now, I’m going to let her do whatever she sees fit.”
I leaned down and plunged the syringe into his neck. He reached up, grabbing and clawing, his eyes widening in shock.
A few seconds later, his movements had stilled, his chest rising and falling steadily, and I kicked him in the ribs.
“Fucking coward,” I mumbled, heading back toward the room I’d left Nancy in.
Her body lay sprawled out in the same position I’d left it in. I walked over and pulled out my knife, dragging it across the skin of her neck. Blood spurted, coating my chest and face, the warmth of it sending a thrill straight to my cock. I shuddered, thinking of Lila’s blood on my tongue the night before.
When her blood had stopped flowing and her chest was still, I stood and made my way back to Steven. I reached down and grabbed him by the arms,throwing him over my shoulder. My knees trembled as I walked through the kitchen, his frame apparently a lot heavier than it looked.
I approached the door and opened it slightly, seeing that night had fallen. I peered up and down the street, making sure we were alone, before stumbling onto the porch.
All I could think about was Lila.
How would she react?
Would she be happy?
Sad?
Upset?
I truly didn’t know.
I reached the car and popped the trunk, throwing Steven’s body inside. For good measure, I punched him once in the temple, making sure he was still passed out. When he didn’t move, I slammed the trunk closed and headed to the front of the car.
My heart pounded as I slipped back into the car, worried about how Lila might react. I had seen how damaged she was because of this man and her mother. Her mother was already dead, life having dealt her a much harsher hand. But her father wasn’t.
At least, not yet.
Thesoundofacar door slamming made me jump, and I closed the book I’d been reading.
Niko had been gone for two hours, and during that time I’d contemplated on leaving. Every time I tried to open the door, panic wrapped its claws around my heart and squeezed, the thought of leaving him making my chest ache.
I stood from the couch and walked over to the window, seeing Niko standing at the trunk of his car. He leaned over and pulled something from inside. My heart stilled as I saw a body fall to the ground. I ran over to the door and pulled it open, watching as he lifted the body up and turned toward the house.
“What the fuck, Niko?” I gasped. “Thiswas your errand?”
He looked at me and I saw blood splattered across his face and chest. I stood back as he entered the house, dropping the body onto the living room floor. When he stepped back, I saw the man’s face, and the concern I felt only moments ago turned to anger.
“Niko,” I breathed, leaning down to see his face more clearly.
I knew who it was the minute I laid eyes on him, even through all the bruises, swelling, and cuts.
It was my father.
My hands clenched into fists as memories of him shutting the door in my face flooded back. The way he’d look at me with sheer disgust, how he’d hugged his wife closer to his side. It all came crashing down as I gazed down at him.
I turned to Niko, my anger threatening to boil over. My hands slammed into his chest as I pushed him back, his feet barely moving. Tears welled in my eyes as I continued to pound my fists into him.
“Why the fuck did you bring him here?” I snarled.
