“Do you think I give a fuck about you and that fucking brat you’re carrying?”
“Why…why are you doing this? I thought we were friends? We were intimate once.”
“Friends? I never saw you as my friend, Winter. And are you fucking serious? I fucked you the first night we met because you were a bitch in heat. The entire time I wished you were the person I really wanted to be with.”
The words stung Winter like a slap in the face, and it hurt to know while he saw Jarrod as a friend he wasn’t anything but a hindrance to the man.
“Since we weren’t ever friends, tell me, why did you kill Richard and Caroline?”
“She…she wasn’t supposed to die, I only wanted to kill him. Do you know how much it fucking hurt to know I had a hand in killing the woman I loved? I told that bastard to make sure she was safe, but he had to be drunk when he drove into their car. All he had to do was kill Richard. But no, he had to fuck it up in the process. I'm not sorry he died in the process, or I would have killed him myself. She wasn’t supposed to be in the fucking car!”
“Wh…what?”
"Do you know how much I hated him?"
"Who?" Winter asked. He wasn't sure how he was even speaking.
"Richard!"
"Why? I thought he was your friend."
"There is that fucking word again. Friends," he scoffed as if it was a nasty word. "He took everything from me."
"I..."
"Shut the fuck up," Jarrod growled at Winter.
He started pacing the room mumbling to himself. He stopped and pointed the gun in Winter's direction.
“I had it all planned out. I’d kill Richard, get the company, pay off my debts to the DeSantos brothers, and they’d leave me alone. And after Richard was dead, Caroline would be all mine. I imagined her turning to me for comfort, and I'd be her everything. She’d open up her heart to me, and I’d give her anything she wanted. If only I knew Richard had a fucking brother. He kept that secret well. And now the company is his. But once I found out, I figured if I could get my hands on the will before he did, then I’d make sure the bastard got nothing. But Richard was smarter than I thought and hired a lawyer. I’d lost control of the fucking situation."
Jarrod turned, sat on the coffee table beside Connor. Winter's heartbeat sped up as his fear took over. He hoped that Creed would get there in time to save him and their children.
"So, I came up with a plan to get back some control," Jarrod said getting his attention. "I knew the new kid we hired was infatuated with me. I promised to make him my lover if he could get his hands on Richard's will. But he had to get caught by your fucking mate when he broke into their house. I knew I shouldn’t have hired him. Gods, I loved her so much. I wanted to spend my life with her.”
“You were in love with Caroline?” Winter asked. Winter heard the heartbreak in Jarrod’s voice, but he couldn’t muster the emotion to care. He was more concerned with Connor and his unborn child.
“Who wouldn’t be? She was beautiful, and her smile used to light up my life. I wanted that for myself. Did you know I met her before Richard? I saw her coming out of the gym, and I couldn’t stop thinking about her. And days later she shows up at the company looking for Richard.” He turned to look at Connor. “He’s all that’s left of her. At first I was okay with you and that fucker taking care of him but now…I want to hold on to the last part of her. I don’t want him to call you and that bastard daddy. I want that to be me. I want him to be my child. The one Caroline and I should have had.”
When did he turn on the crazy switch?“What about your daughter?”
Jarrod seemed surprised that Winter knew about his child.
“How did you find out about her?” He roared as he stood and stalked towards Winter. His voice scared Connor, who started crying. “Answer my fucking question, Winter. Who told you about her? No one was supposed to find out about her. I cut ties with her mother because that’s what she wanted. My gambling habits became contentious between us, and she couldn’t deal with things between us. But I want to know who told you about them?”
“I did.”
Both Winter and Jarrod turned to see Terry standing there with a gun pointed in their direction.Oh gods, don’t tell me Terry is a part of this. Wait, Terry never told me, it was Creed who gave me that information. Why is he lying?
“What the fuck is this shit?” Jarrod asked.
"I guess I should tell you, thank you," Terry said.
"For what?"
“You know, for years I’ve wanted to put a bullet in your ass, but then I would have to tell my superiors why I killed you and saying ‘hating your guts’ wouldn’t fly. Then I’d be investigated and all that shit. But now, you’ve given me the perfect excuse.”
“What the hell are you talk about?”
