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The weight on me disappeared and then Bourbon was by my side. Grabbing my arm, he yanked upward, pulling me to my feet.
I grappled to stand without his assistance, noting that Benny had taken my gun. Once I was steady on my feet, I shoved Bourbon away. "I don't need your help."
I hated him right now.
He'd known all along that our father was raping Lily, and yet he did nothing.
He held his hands up in the air in surrender, trying to make light of the situation. “No problem, man."
I fixed my suit, straightening my shirt and tie before turning my back on them.
I couldn't look at them.
I turned to glare at my father, who was watching us with a slight curling upwards of his lips, his only emotion at seeing his prodigal sons return home. His stark blue eyes, the same color as Bourbons, were blank, apathetic.
But me, I burned with emotion.
Hatred.
Rage.
I didn't wish him dead; I wished him obliterated into nothingness. Not even a burial or his body burned to ashes to be thrown into the desert.
I wanted him to not exist.
He flinched at the look I gave him, which made satisfaction fill me.
Even though I had no gun, only a small pocket knife, I could still take the chance and race at him. I didn’t need a weapon to kill this man, my hatred would be enough. I wanted to wrap my hands around his neck and watch the life slowly drain from his eyes.
It wouldn't be the first time I'd killed a man. Thanks to him, I had practice out in the desert.
It would be fitting justice to use the skills he’d forced me to learn to take him down.
And yet, I couldn't make myself do it. If I killed my father, they would kill Rose’s sister.
Even though I hated my father with every cell in my body, I loved Rose more, and I would grant her, her wish.
Not killing my father would be my gift to Rose, the woman who’d saved my brother.
Nodding my head, I shut down every emotion inside in order to gain control over myself. I would be cold and heartless, just like my father, because if I didn't, I would suffocate from the smothering weight on my chest.
“Fine.” I turned away from his satisfied smirk, walking towards the back of the grey cargo plane where they were already unloading the crates of weapons and ozone. Bourbon had negotiated our safe return in exchange for it.
I wordlessly watched as they worked, pretending I wasn't paying attention but I was actually listening to every word between the three of them.
"I want to see my sister. You better not have hurt her or I’ll--"
"Or you'll what? Kill me?" My father chuckled darkly. "I'd like to see you try. If Bourbon here couldn't do it before, what makes you think you could?”
His words shocked me. I never knew that Bourbon had tried to kill my father.
There was only one time when my brother's whereabouts had been unaccounted for, for days on end. When I was sixteen, he'd been gone for two months. When he'd returned, any light that had been in his eyes was completely gone. They were dead, just like my father's. He also moved more slowly, like mere movement was difficult for him.
The blood drained from my face when I realized that it was around the same time Lily had come to me that first night crying.
Had Bourbon tried to kill my father after he found out what had happened?
If so, I could imagine my father would've beat him to within an inch of his life. That would explain the time needed to recover, and the deadness in his eyes.
