In the end, he wrote every word I required of him.
I take the rope and secure it around his neck myself while Isaak and Ido force him onto a chair.
He looks at me.
“You’re a fucking monster,” he says.
“I know. The difference is that I never pretended to be anything else.”
I take a step back.
This isn’t one of our properties. Harry made sure the house was purchased under his name.
So when I call the police and report that my dear father took his own life, no one will question it.
Well, they will.
His body bears too many signs of violence for that.
Then again, what’s the point of an alliance with the Bratva if it can’t make a problem like this disappear?
I look at Isaak.
He gives a nod. “The officers who’ll handle the investigation are on my payroll.”
I kick the chair out from beneath him.
Chapter 48
Hunter
I thought killing my father would make me feel something.
It doesn’t.
If anything, it feels like a task that simply needed doing.
The removal of a piece of scum from the face of the earth.
How dare he lay a hand on my woman and continue breathing?
As though I would ever allow that.
I didn’t.
Then there was my mother.
That part fucked me up more than I care to admit.
I was already damaged before she died.
Afterwards, I became something worse. The problem was that I never understood why.
Now justice has been served.
I finally have clarity. About what really happened. About Piper’s place in all of it.
The damn marriage.
