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Hisfatherwas just a few feet away.
“Don’t you recognize him?” Uncle Aidan demanded. “He’s the man who attacked you. Except, he’s saying that it goes deeper than that. He’s saying that you’re his father. That you’re a dirty, fucking rapist. Just like Anthony—”
“No! Of course, he ain’t my son! I’ve never seen him before in my life!”
“Liar,” Digger spat.
“I’m not a liar! I don’t know you. Who the fuck do you think you are, spreading this kind of slander about me?”
“He thinks he’s your son,” was my uncle’s calm retort. “He thinks you attacked his mother.”
“I know he did. My momneverforgot and neither have I. You’re fucking lucky you survived that day. It’s my biggest regret that I didn’t wash the earth of your hide.”
“I’ve never met you,” Bill repeated frantically.
“What a strange thing to lie about when he served time for attacking you,” I whispered, peering at him over my shoulder. “It’s easy to prove.”
Bill cleared his throat. “I-I was injured and don’t remember much about the attack. You should shut your trap, Mary Catherine. This ain’t your place. This is men’s talk.”
“Men’s talk. I see one man here,” Digger sniped. “Aidan O’Donnelly. Not you. You’re not a man. You’re a fucking cockroach and my mom wasn’t the only one you hurt. You think I don’t know what secrets you’ve got buried away?
“You don’t even want to know how I earned my road name.Diggingfor secrets is what I do best.
“You’re a fucking animal. A piece of shit who shouldn’t have been within two feet of MaryCat, never mind be her prospective bridegroom!”
Bill slammed to his feet and from one second to the next, the mask of confusion faded and was replaced with vitriolic hatred as he glowered at Digger. “I won’t have you disrespecting me, you piece of shit.
“You talk about your mother like she was a fucking saint. She was a dirty slut who was begging for it. Then she thought she could get me to pay foryou.
“As if I even knew who you belonged to. As if I’d pay for something that could have been anybody’s spawn—”
Digger squeezed my arms and carefully moved me aside. Even in the middle of this, he considered me first. But in the blink of an eye, he was halfway over the table, his hands around Bill’s neck.
As he choked my ex-fiancé, the older man cried out with pain as he scrabbled against Digger’s grip, but that didn’t stop my husband.
Instead, he kicked things up a notch.
Switching his hold, he slammed Bill’s head into the table. Over and over he repeated the move until Bill had stopped flailing and was sobbing softly.
I watched on in despair, uncertain of what to do, unsure of whether I should try to stop this or not.
When Uncle Aidan urged, “Stop now, son. Stop,” relief hit me. Then, he turned to me, directing, “I want you to wait outside, Mary Catherine.”
My eyes widened. “No!”
“Mary Catherine,” he repeated, tone sterner. “Leave the room. We’ll be out in a moment.”
“D-Digger?” I squeaked.
“Do as he says, MC,” Digger answered, his breathing still heavy from exertion as he pinned Bill’s bruised and bleeding face to the wooden surface.
Mouth quivering, I backed away, but as the door closed, I heard Aidan say, “Retribution tastes sweet when it’s this long in coming.”
I staggered over to the seating area and plunked my ass down.
It didn’t take a mind reader to figure out what was happening in there, to realize what my uncle had spared me from seeing.
Funny how he didn’t spare me from Anthony’s fate.
