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Mr. Prinze’s frown didn’t leave him, his hands together. “I’m not a man without flaws, December. I know what I’ve done, and these are things I have to live with. I know these decisions have pushed me further and further away from my grandson and my own son, and what I did to you and your family all those years ago was—”
My hand lifted, really not wanting to hear anything of this. I came here to say something to him, and it had nothing to do with his “flaws” or things he “had to live with.” I put my hands on the table. “I want to start with saying, I don’t care what you have to say. I don’t, so you can stop it right now.”
He did, his lips coming together. He laced his fingers. “So, what is this meeting about then?”
It was about one thing and one thing only. I’d never forget what he’d done to my family, my father… my sister. He’d ruined all our lives back then, and what he’d done with Dorian recently only cemented what I felt for him even more. I’d lost enough because of this man, and moving forward, he wasn’t going to get any more.
My last year had been hell. I’d lost my little brother via signs I hadn’t seen. I hadn’t been able to save Charlie. I’d been too unaware about the situation, and had I been my sister Paige, things wouldn’t have been that way. She would have seen that Charlie had gone to someone he shouldn’t have gone to. She would have saved him.
I channeled her upon meeting with my husband’s father because today, I wasn’t unaware. Today, I was taking action, and this man before me was about to know. “I know you’re in contact with my husband,” I said to him, nodding. “I know he’s giving you a chance for our son.”
Mr. Prinze opened his mouth, but I raised my hand again.
“No, see. I’m not finished,” I cut, the older man’s lips closing. I put a finger to the table. “He’s doing this for Dorian, and he’s willing to put away all the hurt you caused him, the pain and suffering and everything else, because he’s a loving father and husband who gives everything of himself for his kid and his family. He’s a fierce provider, protector, and he managed to become these things despite, to put it bluntly, the complete and utter fuck-up his father was.”
Mr. Prinze said nothing, his back touching the chair. He started to speak again, but I shook my head.
“This meeting is about one thing and one thing only. My husband’s giving you a chance. He is, and that’s the only reason you get one from me. You got one chance at this, Mr. Prinze. One to be a decent person, and this is your warning to take advantage of that.”
He blinked, but just once. “Warning?”
“Yes.” I crossed my arms. “Because if you fuck this up… fuck with my husband or my child, I will come for you. You may have gotten an olive branch from this family, but you most certainly don’t deserve it. This is your warning and your only one. I will one hundred percent come for you personally if you mess with my family, and that is a promise.”
The man gave no emotional response to what I said, and I think that angered me the most, made me sad. This probably wasn’t his first threat.
But if he messed with my family, it’d be his last.
In the end, I didn’t wait for his response. I’d said what I had to say, said my piece. I strode toward the exit, and Ronald was already waiting by the door. He made no mention about what he’d most likely heard, and I knew he never would. He was in our family too, and he’d support it. He’d even aid if we needed someone outside of us to burn.
I hoped for the sake of my husband’s father that wouldn’t be the case.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Sloane
Lunch with Legacy had been quiet lately, mostly on my part. Dorian and I still weren’t really talking to each other.
I think he was trying to give me space.
He eyed me while Ares talked to him about something on the other side of the table, the dark prince dipping his fry into ketchup. Generally, he tended to do that, juggling eating, conversation, and staring at me. It was like he was trying to remind me that he was still there and wasn’t going anywhere.
How could I forget?
I was well aware of his presence, just as I was about the conversation that’d blown up between us the other day. Gratefully, the Legacy table wasn’t just Dorian and me, and lately, the boys had been letting more people sit with us. This kept the constant attention off me, which was especially nice since Bow and Bru didn’t always sit with us. Bru typically missed most lunches. He studied a lot in the library, and though I didn’t know where Bow was when she didn’t eat here, I figured it was more academic stuff. She was a brain just like Bru.
Thatcher and Wells were pure entertainment in themselves. Currently, Thatcher was juggling about five oranges while Wells egged him on, a Court guy under Wells’s arm. I think he was seeing the guy, but I wasn’t sure. The redhead tended to frequent our table the most when Wells brought others, and the guy clapped Thatcher on with the other Court guys and girls who were eating with us today.
Actually, Thatcher had drawn quite a crowd, and even some of the lunch staff was watching from their serving stations. I think that was why none of us saw Bow coming, a bottle of chocolate milk in her hand. I lifted my hand to say hey when I saw her, but stopped when I noticed her face, her cheeks red. She almost looked like she’d been crying, and she didn’t stop for me. She actually walked past my side onto her brother’s end of the table.
Thatcher caught the oranges. “Sup?”
Bow threw the milk, the chocolatey drink exploding in her brother’s direction, but it didn’t hit her brother.
It hit Wells beside him.
The platinum blond launched out of his chair, him, the redhead beside him, and the girl next to him all within the line of fire. Wells had gotten the brunt of it, though, which meant Bow had obviously aimed for him. The chocolate beverage covered Wells’s stark blond locks down to his dark roots, his chest completely soaked. His eyes blazed. “What the fuck, Bow?”
Conversation at the table stopped, gasps in the air. Thatcher, who’d been completely missed in all this, dropped his oranges to the table. I believed he’d dropped them mostly out of shock, and Dorian and Ares looked like they were just trying to play catch-up. Dorian frowned. “What the…”
