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His mouth parted. I saw his teeth then.
Good. Satisfaction surged through me because it was only this one shot. “I was coming in, you fucking Viagra limp dick. I was coming in. You didn’t need to hurt my mom. She’s your daughter.”
His eyes narrowed.
God. I wanted to hit him. I wanted to keep hitting him. Knock him down, but he stood there, listening to me.
My voice went low. “I know your plans for me. I’m fully aware that, once I come in, you’ll ship me off to that school. You’ll pick my friends. You’ll pick my hobbies. You’ll pick everything you want me to do for you for the rest of my life, and I know you’ll ensure it by making me do things, bad things, that’ll hurt people. And you’ll have that on me, whatever evidence there’ll be. You’ll send people after me, probably pay for my friends to narc on me. My professors. You’ll handpick the girls you want me to fuck. Pick my wife. Name my future children. And if I don’t fall in line? You’ll either threaten to release whatever dirt you have on me or you’ll hurt my mom. Again. And you’ll do it over and over again until I’m so fucking numb, that I’ll need to be a cokehead in order to live the life you’ve chosen for me. And, for what? Why? What goddamn reason? For your ego? Because I’m blood? You think blood means anything—”
“It means everything!” he snapped, roaring back at me.
He’d lost some of his control. Good. I zapped it up, using it.
“What you made my mom do for you? All those men you had her fuck? All the videos you had them record of your own daughter?”
“I wasn’t recording her. I was recording them.” He was trying to regain his control. I saw it, how his eyes were bouncing back and forth. Some wildness showed in there.
“And that makes it any better?” I scoffed. “You’re getting old. How long do you think you can last living this life of blackmail and threats? It corrupts from the inside out. You know that. You’ve taught your other son to do that with your rival companies, sending him off to find the poison in your enemy so you can exploit it. You ruin lives when you do it.”
“I believe you’re talking about corporate espionage, and that’s illegal, my son.”
“I’m not your son. I’m barely your grandson.”
“You’re my only grandson.” His eyes flashed, and he reached up, his hand moving fast.
I reacted, catching his hand, and I held it.
He tried to yank it back.
I still held it.
“Let go, Grandson. Ro—” His teeth were clenching as he spoke.
“Don’t. Do not call me by that name.”
“It’s your given name. Your family na—”
“It’s an embarrassment. That’s what that name is.” I had the upper hand here. “You hate this, right here, this hold because it shows how old you’re getting. That you’re the weak one here. I could break your hand. I could break your wrist. I could break all of your fingers. I could do anything to you in here, and no one would know. You don’t keep cameras on when you’re in the room. We’ve learned that lesson. But you sure like having them on when your daughter is in the room. Don’t you?” I applied pressure, shifting my hold so I only needed to dig my thumb in, twist, and break three bones in his wrist.
Jesus, I wanted to so badly.
“You hurt me, and you’ll know who I can hurt more.”
My mom. I got his message, loud and clear.
I didn’t let go, not yet. “What were you doing with Ramsay?”
His eyes trailed past me, to the door. “That’s between Miss Williams and me.”
I moved my hand again until all I needed was to twist. Just one twist and snap. “What were you doing with Ramsay?”
“That’s not—” He cried out as I yanked his hand backward, kicking out his legs. He landed roughly on his knees.
This was the ultimate humiliation.
He’d make me pay for this, I had no doubt. I just didn’t care because nothing would change after this. I was still going to live the life he chose for me, but the deal was me for my mom. I’d still offer that. He’d take it, and he’d have the power over me then.
“One last time, Grandpops, or look forward to only having the use of one hand for the next few months.”
“Scout!” Ramsay was there. She rushed to my side, her hand going to the hand I was holding, and she began trying to pry my fingers off him.
“I thought you left.”
She didn’t respond, saying instead, “Let him go.”
I tightened my hold. Another inch and the bones would shatter. I had enough force. “You don’t know what he can do, Ramsay. You don’t know what he will do.”
