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“I was going to give you another chance to?—”
“Save it.” Matteo said. “Don’t move. Don’t speak. Just listen to Carter, or he’ll turn you over to me.”
I glanced at Matteo. Why was him backing me up like that so fucking hot?
My father was seething. “Carter, tell this man to leave.”
“No. Do as he says.”
“I will not be spoken to like this.”
Matteo took a step closer to him. “What you will do is sit back down in that chair, keep your hands where I can see them, and listen to what your son has to say.”
“He’s not my son. He never was.”
“Oh, that’s right,” Matteo said. “You don’t have any sons, do you?”
When my father started to rise again, Matteo loudly clicked off the safety of his weapon.
My father settled back into his chair. “You can’t prove any of this.”
“Actually, we can,” I said. “I can also prove plenty of other things you’ve done. I’ve been keeping tabs on you. I was biding my time, but things seem to have come to a head now. It’s time for you to pay for your relationship with the cartel and for interfering in a military mission, not to mention the other unsavory things you’ve had your hands in all these years.”
“I don’t believe you really have proof, and even if you do, you won’t use it. You’re not going to bring down your own family.”
“But like you just said, you aren’t my family. You can’t have it both ways. Speaking of family, I went looking for Landon this morning and saw he’d run like the coward he is. Where is he?”
“I don’t know. I told him to stay in town, but he wouldn’t listen to me.”
“So, both of your fake sons are finally realizing how to stand up for ourselves.”
My father snorted. “He’s learning how to be even more of a fool than he’s always been.”
“I thought I was the fool.”
“You were stubborn and ungrateful. You never saw your real potential.”
“And I never looked like you.”
My father nodded. “Landon is much easier to pass off as my own.”
“Where is he?”
“I told you I don’t know. I’m looking for him too.”
“You knew he was going to ignore you and run, didn’t you?”
He shrugged. “He makes his own decisions now.”
“There’s no way in hell I believe that. Everything he does is directed by you.”
“Not everything.”
I studied my father for a moment. He was referring to something specific. “What does that mean? What did he ever do without your consent?” Even now I wanted him to say Landon had gone after me against my father’s wishes, even though I knew my father had sanctioned it. Why the fuck did I care?
“I never sanctioned what he did to your mother.”
I staggered backward, and Matteo grabbed my arm. No way. He couldn’t mean…. “What did he do?”
