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This is digging to the bottom of things, specifically betrayal and Parker’s parents’ situation. It needs to be buried and done, and she needs to never find out.
“It seems as though we have something going on here. Would you like to enlighten us?” my mother asks, her brow arching as she continues to stare at the bodies.
“It does seem as such,” my father murmurs, his voice grave and rough.
Flicking my attention to my own bride, I can see the ashen color of her skin, the wide-eyed expression, her lips parted, her body visibly trembling. She’s scared. She should be. This is reality right here in front of her.
“Usually, I do not mix women and family business,” my father begins.
My hands itch to wrap around my bride, but instead, I lace my fingers together behind my back in an effort not to reach out for her. The wife on the floor whimpers, the only sound that is made in the entire room.
Pathetic.
For people so willing to sell their children to the highest bidder, they sure do cry at the fucking drop of a hat. My tongue slips out, and I slide it across my bottom lip as I watch the two bitches on the floor.
“However,” my father continues.
Shifting my attention from the assholes on the floor, I bring it back up toward my wife. I watch her, wanting to know exactly what she’s thinking. Unlike me, she cannot hide her feelings. She tries, but she cannot. It is there, swimming behind her eyes, her thoughts without a doubt unhidden.
CLAIRE
What happens now?
Standing in front of what can only be described as a bloodbath, I look at my parents’ backs. They’re on their knees, and I can only imagine what is going to happen next. Henry Hamilton stands in front of them, but he isn’t looking at them. His gaze has shifted from Brenda to me.
He’s spoken the word “However,”and I’m waiting for the rest, knowing without a doubt that he is going to reference me in some way. He’s staring straight at me, his gaze boring deep into my soul.
Sucking in a breath, I hold it for a moment, then I let it out slowly as Henry continues. His face is completely expressionless. He isn’t showing me anything, but I don’t think I really need him to. He’s going to make it clear what he’s thinking, at least what he wants people to know.
“This needs to be handled and buried.”
I don’t miss the way he saysburied. He emphasizes it, and I know he’s speaking of my parents and not just the guy with the slit throat on the floor. Staring straight ahead, I don’t break eye contact with him. Instead, I lift my chin slightly as I watch my father-in-law and wait.
His lips twitch before he rearranges his features and becomes expressionless again.
“You two had something with Keen there,” Henry says, lifting his hand slightly and waving toward who I assume is Keen, the dead guy off to the side.
I can’t believe I’m standing in front of a dead body without screaming. In fact, I don’t feel fazed at all. I don’t know why. It’s not like I’m heartless, but I think that maybe I’m in shock. I don’t know any other reason as to why I wouldn’t feel affected by the scene in front of me.
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I hold my breath and watch. Waiting for what is going to happen next. I know it’s going to be something. Henry is still staring at me, and I should probably feel scared, but I don’t.
He doesn’t scare me. None of the Hamilton men standing in front of me frighten me, not even as serious as they are in this moment. Henry clears his throat. “We’ll find whatever Keen is hiding. It would be in your best interest to tell us exactly what kind of deal you had with him and what you know.”
My father whimpers, and I close my eyes for a moment. Weak. Selfish and weak. That’s what he is, what they are. My mother whimpers as well, although I think she’s playing a game. She’s always been one to attempt to use her femininity to get what she wants. This situation would be no different.
“I don’t even know what you’re talking about,” my mother cries.
It’s fake.
I know what she sounds like when she’s being fake, and that’s what this is. Arching a brow, I watch the back of her head, wishing I could call her on the carpet. I don’t, even though I want to. I never do, even though I want to, always.
“Yes, you do. I can tell by the inflection in your voice. I can tell a lot of things,” Henry says. “Now, Aaron, tell me what you do or do not know.”
“It wasn’t me,” he cries out immediately. My father is weak. So damn weak. If he had balls, I would be surprised.
“Enough of this game,” Henry barks. “I am tired. I would like to go home with my wife.”
“Keen came to me,” my father whimpers. “He said he had information for me that would be useful. That we could work together. He said he would ensure my other daughter would be well taken care of.”
