Holding onto him even tighter.
“Don’t read anything into this, son,” his father stated. “She never gave a shit about you kids. She wanted fancy shoes and spa trips. Why do you think I started dealing in the first fuckin’ place?”
Ah hell yet again.
Knox had not been given the straight story.
Along the line, Knox had been lied to, on top of everything else.
I felt Knox’s body string taut.
“I shoulda seen it,” Mr. Chambers went on. “Every time she was around Vincente, she was sure to act like the gringa princess. No surprise he fell for it. I know what it was like to tie myself into pretzels in the hope she’d suck my dick.”
Alrighty then.
Time to leave.
“Let’s go,” I said to Knox.
He looked down at me.
He was hiding it expression-wise.
But I saw the pain in his eyes.
God.
His fucking family.
He started to turn us to the door, but his father spoke again.
“You know what? Fuck it. You tell that greedy cunt of a wife and my traitorous bitch of a daughter and her asshole of man and my two ball sacks of boys they can fuck right the fuck off.”
“They’ve already done that,” Hector pointed out. “With your dope,” he added.
That was funny, but no one laughed.
Mr. Chambers aimed a venomous look at Hector.
He went back to Knox. “You were the only one worth shit anyway.”
Knox turned fully to his dad.
Uh-oh.
“I was?” he asked.
Mr. Chambers’s body locked because he couldn’t miss Knox’s tone. Still, he had it in him to glare at his son.
“You kidnapped my woman,” Knox stated.
“I wouldn’t have hurt her,” Mr. Chambers replied. “I just had to threaten it. You know how it goes.”
“You kidnapped my woman,” Knox repeated.
Everyone tensed when the man suddenly threw his arms up at his sides. “How else was I gonna meet her? You weren’t gonna bring her to a family dinner.”
“You did not have your thugs toss her in a van so you could meet her. You had them toss her in a van so you could use her. Like you use everyone. Use them right up.”
