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“Old enough to bleed, old enough to breed. Luckily for me, her mother stepped up and gave me what I needed instead.”
I wasn’t sure if I had the physical ability to hate him more than I did right now but every word he spoke proved me wrong. I just wanted him to admit his guilt so it was clear and then I would never have to look at him again.
“And what was that?”
“A tight pussy. Mary Miller lay there and let me fuck her while her little princess watched from the closet like a whore.”
“You raped her.”
“I like to think of it as her finding a way to keep her job. These sewer rats think they can live like us when they don’t belong. Sometimes we have to teach them a few lessons.”
“And have you taught other women these lessons over the years?”
“A few, yes, but it’s the way of the world, son. You wouldn’t understand. Your mother made you and Clark soft.”
“She made us into men, not animals. You’re nothing but a vile, disgusting rapist.”
“That’s how you see it, but I view it differently. I’m a man who takes an opportunity when it comes, however it comes. Let’s be honest, these sluts fight me but they want it really. They all do.”
“So you admit Mary fought you?”
I need him to make it clear. I don’t want this bastard getting away on a technicality.
“Oh, she fought me like a wild cat. I wanted Violet, so young and innocent. Her pussy would have been so tight but her mother fought me, so I took her instead. I had to get a little rough and mark her up a bit too. You know, to show her who was in charge.”
I want to hurt him, to destroy him so badly that my hands shake with the effort it takes to keep from punching him. The thought that I have his blood running through my veins almost makes me vomit on the thick rug beneath my feet.
“Now this is out in the open, I’ll extend my offer to you. Give me back my position as CEO or I’ll file for custody of that little bastard under Violet’s care. It might be nice to have another son to mold into my own image.”
Over my dead body would I let that happen. “Did you get all that?”
Ryker steps into the room followed by two uniformed officers, a detective, and Hudson fucking Carmichael. The cops had been planned but Carmichael was not.
I looked at my shocked father who had ruined so many lives and felt nothing but hatred and disgust. “You’re fucking finished, old man.”
I turn on my heel and stride from the room. I need some air. I run as my feet hit the outside and head for the one place that has always given me peace. I slow as the old shed and the rose garden come into view. A million memories swim into my mind as I sank to the cool ground. All of them centered around the woman I’d hurt so badly.
Lottie was the first girl I ever loved, and she’ll be my last no matter what happens between us. I take my phone from my pocket and begin to scroll through the images of us from the last few months. Seeing the changes from the start when she’d been wary and unsure to the last few weeks when she was alive and unguarded, giving me a gift I never knew I had until I threw it away.
I settled on an image from the night we’d had dinner with my friends. She was talking to Audrey and laughing, and I’d captured her as she turned to give me a soft look. I saw it now, the love, the trust she had in me. I saw it all and I prayed harder than I ever had before that I’d find a way to make her forgive me because I was nothing without her. More than that though, I prayed she’d be happy. Whether that was with me or someone else.
Lottie deserved a man who knew her worth and, while I thought I was that man, now I knew she may never trust me again and that was something I’d have to live with.
“Hey.”
I looked up to see Audrey sinking down beside me. “Hey, is he gone?”
“Yes. Ryker went with them to make sure the recording equipment was handled properly.”
“How’s my mother?” I should go to her but I needed this time to piece myself back together first.
“She’s doing okay, actually. She’s in the living room with my mother.”
“Aunt Ruth is here?”
“Yes, she flew in yesterday. Apparently, your mother was already speaking to a lawyer about divorcing your father.”
“She was.”
