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“Fuck that, that little bitch called me a rapist!” He roars, Erika stirs in my arms and groans as she tries to blink her eyes open but only one does. The second she sees me she stiffens. “Look at that, the accusor is awake she can wash her fucking self and if she so happens to drown, I’ll make sure to tip the gas on her worthless ass before I strike the match.” Mom’s mouth drops open as Dad stalks out of the guest house slamming the door behind himself.
“Can you stand?” I ask the troublemaker in my arms. I don’t wait for a reply as I place her on her feet and grip her waist to keep her steady. I cut a look to my mom over her shoulder, she nods.
“I’ll find a doctor or something.” She says as she leaves and closes the bathroom door. Erika sways unsteadily, I grip the front of her shirt and tear it down the middle.
“What the fuck?” I toss the ruined shirt to the side, I ignore her as I go for her jeans, she tries to smack my hands but my patience snaps, I wrap my hand around her throat forcing her to stop. Her eye widens as far as it can but unlike the other times I’ve had her in this position, this time I see a hint of fear in her eye.
“Get your fucking clothes off and get in the bath, you stink and the sight of you disgusts me.”
“Fuck you.” She seethes.
“Never again will my cock slip inside that nasty ass fuck hole.”
“You fuck like a bitch anyway.” My nostrils flare in outrage.
“I liked you better when you didn’t speak.” I snarl as I storm out of there slamming the door so fucking hard that the pictures on the wall rattle. I storm out into the small living room to find my mom sitting on one of the couches, she looks up at me and smiles, I sigh as I drop down beside her. She shuffles over and and rests her head on my shoulder, I haven’t had a chance to apologize for being a fucking prick to her since we got here two days ago. “Mom,--.”
“Shhhh, you don’t need to say anything.” I sag into the couch and shift so I can wrap my arm around her shoulders and place a kiss to the top of her head.
“I had no right to speak to you and treat you the way I did but I couldn’t risk you coming after me.” Guilt has been eating at me for the way I treated her, I’ve never spoken to my mother like that before. My dad and I may fight all the time and he puts up with my shit but one thing he never allowed was for me to ever disrespect my mom, he would whoop my ass if I did.
“I knew you would grow up to be just like him.” I scoff, we are nothing alike. “Deny it all you want but you and your father are the exact same, being like him isn’t a bad thing, Royal. He loves with everything he has, he’s fiercely loyal and will do anything for the ones he loves.”
“I don’t want to be Bishop.” I breathe out. All my life everyone has always compared me to my father, I’ve always tried to find a way to branch out, be someone different, do things differently which is how I came up with the Memento Mori. The calling cards that are unique to each of us, like me, Sin, Havoc and Chaos wanted to be seen as an individual and not as their parents.
“You will never be your father, Bishop is… well, he’s just him and you’re you. You may be similar but you will never be the same.”
“You know he hasn’t looked me in the eye since he got back.” I mutter as I turn and peer out the window.
“Look at me, Royal.” I do as she asks, she shifts so she is facing me with a serious look on her face. “He can’t look at you because he’s angry with himself, not you.”
“Yeah right.” I bite out.
“Boy, you are not too grown for me to take my shoe off and smack you up the side of your head with it.” Laughter bursts out of me, the serious look on her face vanishes as she tries hard not to laugh along with me.
“Mom, if you can stand and reach my face I’ll let you smack me around with your shoe.”
Her eyes narrow to slits. “Don’t sass me.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Your dad is angry because him being taken from us meant you had no choice but to step up and run the family. He wanted to be by your side when that time came. The moment he came back home, the first thing he asked me was ‘where the fuck was his son?’” I can’t keep the suprise from my face, I know he’s said he’s loved me my whole life but he’s never shown it. “When he found out what you were doing, he nearly killed Luka for going along with your plan until Luka made him see, you were doing exactly what he would have done. Take a second to see things through his eyes for a moment, his only child flew across the country to dismantle the empire of the man who abducted him and his brothers, on top of that his son was also going after the biggest cartel in Columbia. Imagine the guilt he is carrying for putting his own son in that position.”
I hear everything she is saying but what she doesn’t realize is my dad trained me my whole life for that moment, I was to expect the unexpected and always be ready. I did everything he taught me and I still fucked it up, he had to swoop in and save my ass because I thought I could prove myself by handling everything on my own. Even with Uncle Gage and Uncle Vincent still recovering from their wounds, dad managed to get everyone together and pull off a rescue mission. I was pissed when I found out that Samson was the one to leak our location to my father but honestly, without him doing that I probably would have gotten us all killed.
A throat clearing has me and mom turning toward the hallway where Erika leans against the wall with a towel wrapped around her. I push to my feet, mom follows suit but I push her behind me not wanting this rat to see her. Her gunshot wound looks infected, her hand that grips her towel is swollen from losing her nails, she looks like death. The fact she is strong enough to walk out here on her own two feet shows just how tough she really is.
“I’m gonna pass out.” She rasps out just as her eyes begin to roll into the back of her head. Fuck. I race across the room and leap over the single chair and manage to catch her just in time before she smacks her head against the hardwood floor.
“Shit, get her something to wear and bring her to the main house. Your aunt is the best doctor we have here.” I peer over my shoulder at my mom in outrage.
“Aunt Clare is a vet not a fucking doctor!”
Mom’s lips thin. “Watch your mouth.” I smile sheepishly, twenty years old and still I can’t cuss in front of her. “She’s all we got, unless you would like your girlfriend to die?”
I bristle. “She isn’t my girlfriend.” I grit out.
“Right and I didn’t blow your father in the back of the church when King got married.” I splutter in disgust, she winks and rushes out of the room like she didn’t just give me the worst mental picture of my life.
