My need for the green light.
"I'll tell the truth if you do," I blurted.
"What more do you need?" he asked through grit teeth. He was close, I could feel it. I shifted, pushing myself against him and arching my back. A few more thrusts and he came undone, pumping his seed into me until I was dripping. I removed myself from him and sat on the table to look at him.
"Tell me about the people who hurt you."
Chapter 62
Gatsby
One year ago
"I knewit was just a matter of time before you came for me. How are you, son?"
"Don't call me that," I spat at the woman sitting in the chair in front of my desk. "You're no mother."
"I'm yours. Or have you already forgotten me? I know you got a buttload of money from that guy whose sister you killed. The only reason I let you catch me was to demand what's mine." She put out her hand.
I stared for a moment at her manicured hand and then laughed. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me. How me and my lawyer see things, you owe me, Emile James Dumas." She stood and stepped toward me.
"I could have told everyone about how youslept your way through the base. How you were a sexual deviant at such a young age, I couldn't control you. And now that all of them are missing or dead, it'd look mighty suspicious. So, give me what I came for, and you'll never see me again."
I shook my head in disbelief.
"I'll never understand how Dad married you."
She grinned, her too-white fake teeth flashing behind her lips painted fuchsia pink. "James Dumas didn't have a choice. I poked the condom. I needed a way out of poverty, and when he strode into that bar, I knew I found it. He knocked me up with you and had no choice but to marry me."
It made sense now why my dad was never home. Why when he was, he seemed indifferent and cold toward her. He didn't love her.
"He divorced me after you got arrested. Did you know that? You ruined my marriage. That deserves compensation, don't you think?"
She waved her hand again, and I stood up, straightening my suit.
"You'll be getting no money from me,Mother. You'll be lucky if you ever see the outside again."
"Is that a threat? Young man, I am your mother. I gave you life."
"No, you took my life." I snapped, storming around the desk and grabbing her by the neck, squeezing and lifting her off the ground. Her eyes bulged, and she kicked her heels, trying to land something on me. I let go, letting her fall to the floor.
"You monster," she gasped. "I'll sue you. I'm pretty sure you fractured something." She stood and limped dramatically to her chair. "Just add this to the list of monies owed."
"You really don't get it, do you?"
I raised my foot and kicked her chair so hard she flew outof it, hitting the ground hard. Panic seemed to finally set in. She raised her head and extended her hand out. Her green eyes showed fear for the first time.
"Emile... please... help your mother."
I laughed and lifted her up, tossing her over my shoulder. I took her to my tattooing room, throwing her onto the chair and locking her in place. She was too hurt to fight back. Her right arm was turning purple, presumably from a break.
"What are you doing?"
"I've perfected my method, over the last few months, Mother," I told her. "We find you, bring you here, and then I tattoo you until I'm satisfied you're aware of what you did, and then I let Jules take over."
"Jules?" Her voice was faint, and her eyes fluttered; she was trying to stay awake.
