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“Let me tell you a story son,” he mutters, suddenly back to being his usual collected self. “When I was a boy, not much older than you, I became infatuated with a woman, who was definitely someone I had no right being attracted to. She was beautiful, kind, a rarity among the women I found myself surrounded by on a daily basis. The Kinsley’s of my adolescence, trust me they were much worse than this pathetic little slut.”
“I have no time for your lousy story time father, so cut to the point, if you even have one.”
“Your grandfather prohibited me from seeing her, but I didn’t care. I gave her everything, took a chance on what I imagined we could become in my head. The thanks I got were a child I didn’t care for and an emptied-out trust fund.”
My heart sinks at the admission he never wanted me and the realization the woman he’s talking about is my mother. He knows. He has to know about Jade and me, he wouldn’t be telling me this little sob story if he didn’t, or at least suspected.
“So believe when I tell you this, you may think you know what you’re getting yourself into, but you have no fucking idea son. Your grandfather gave me a second chance to redeem myself after being conned by that conniving bitch. I feel it necessary to offer you the same.”
“You will take Kinsley to Prom, you will take her in your new car, you will buy her the most beautiful crystal beaded dress, you will give her the biggest bouquet of flowers, and when the time comes, you will get down to one knee,” he rams his foot into my knee, knocking me down to the floor, “And you will give her your grandmother Silvia’s diamond ring. You will do this with no, if, ands, or buts, or I swear to you my darling son, your lone, little wolf, will be nothing but a whore sold off to the highest bidder. You know well enough how many men, dirty, old, perverted scumbags, would pay a pretty penny for those sweet little lips.”
“You son of a bitch…”
“No, no, no. You sit your ass down son. Don’t underestimate my power. I have Kane wrapped around my finger, and he has his eyes set on your little toy. Step out of line, and well I’m tired of making my threats. You know what will happen if you don’t. You want to keep her around? Maybe we can talk. Take her as a lover perhaps if she’s up for it. But mark my words, you will marry Kinsley Carlyle, and there isn’t a damn thing you could do about it.”
My breathing turns heavy, my blood piping hot coursing through me like a wave of all consuming fury. Darkness threatens to blind me, pain searing my skin with the reminder of how this will play out if I disobey him. Stephan Silver always gets his way and the wicked gleam in his gray eyes, the taunting smirk plastered on his vindictive face, prove he knows I will obey.
I’m nothing when it comes to my father, he holds the ability to turn me into the weakest, most pathetic little boy. The one who misses his mommy even though the bitch decided money was worth more than he was. The son who cried himself to sleep for years because daddy wouldn’t pay him any attention to him unless it was to chastise him or punish him for being weak. The scared little boy, afraid of the dark, terrified by the monsters under his bed, who became so obsessed with fighting them, he chose to become one. He turned me into one, into the meanest, most selfish bastard. To be just like him. I mean I got my girlfriend fucking pregnant, on purpose, just because I couldn’t deal with the fact she might decide she didn’t want me. Or that she would realize I wasn’t worth her sticking around.
I always believed strength made me who I was. I used to pride myself on the strength I manifested to endure my father’s archaic discipline, the vigor to make others cower down and obey my power.
But the reality is fear is the only true force that drives me. I let it consume my mind, dictate my behaviors, influence my decisions, and worst of all, shape my relationships. With women, with my peers, but most of all with him.
I’m done being a worthless coward. I don’t just have my future to think about now, I have hers and our child’s. Jade deserves a man who will fight for her, one who will do whatever he can to ensure she is respected and taken care of, not a child who is still afraid of his father. My son or daughter deserves a father who will be there for them, to nurture and love them no matter their choices in life. I need to become that man and the only way to do so is to keep my old man away. For good.
So I nod my head, staring down at his feet like the coward he expects me to be, though in my heart I know this is the last time I’ll ever cower down to his authority. Slowly tilting my head up to look at him, I whisper the last thing he expects me to do, but the only phrase I know will satiate his need for control. “Show me the car.”
