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One last time.
From the side door that leads in from the garage I hear someone speaking. Every sentence is an order, a stern crisp command with no question behind it. I want to ask the question that lingers on my tongue but the horror in Knox’s face stops me.
He pulls back from me so fast that a gush of cool air sweeps in where his body once touched mine.
A tall man in a perfectly tailored suit walks in, a cell phone glued to his ear. His eyes search the house, easily sliding over Knox until they find me. Then his gaze becomes so focused on me the intensity holds me still.
Knox takes a step closer to me, tension lining his body. He flinches slightly when his father hangs up the phone and barks his next order.
“Knox leave. Don’t come home tonight.”
Ronan Reyes. My father is everything I never thought he could be, just as intimidating as Knox said he was, and his features look monstrous under the shadows cast over his face.
I can see myself in him though.
Every feature I have that doesn’t match my mother is undoubtedly him.
Knox is frozen next to me, his muscles twitching with small spasms. What kind of man could instill this sort of alarming trepidation into a cold blooded killer?
The man who made him.
His father, my father, speaks again, “I need to talk with your sister. Now. Get. Out.”
Your sister.
A pain sinks through my stomach.
He confirms he’s my father even without knowing I know. Does he even intend to tell me?
A small smile quirks at the edge of his lips. Not full enough to dimple his cheeks nor small enough to not be noticeable.
Ronan steps forward, clasping his son’s shoulders under his large palms. “We don’t need to pretend like you don’t know already, Knox. You think I don’t know you listen in on my conversations and spy on me with every opportunity you have?” His rumbling chuckle sounds genuine.
Knox shrugs his father’s hands off of him with pure tension lining his body, looking away, his face paling. But he doesn’t move.
“You like her, son?” That tiny smirk he had twists into a sneer. “You like her more than you liked Nic?”
His nasty words curl my lips and I realize very quickly why Knox wanted me to leave. And he was right. I should have left.
I tense as he speaks, nervous that my own movements will snare me in some sort of trap and this man will sweep me up and eat me alive after he cooks me over a small kindling fire. My ears catch the small noise as Knox grinds his teeth together.
“You like her more than you like yourself?” Ronan asks slowly, connivingly.
Knox’s beautiful eyes cut into a hateful glare as he meets his father’s waiting gaze.
Knox Reyes doesn’t like anyone that much. I’m not sure any part of him cares for me or even himself more than a small inkling. Still a small part of me wonders how true that statement is. My heart flutters stupidly at the thought. Then it sinks just as fast.
“You must, to be threatening me with that look on your fucking face right now.” Ronan raises his voice with a step closer until they are toe to toe. The hem of his suit jacket sweeps back revealing a sleek black gun.
Lawyers and guns. It’s alarming and unfitting.
The yelp that he startles out of me isn’t enough. The hand I reach out as if I can stop him it isn’t enough. Nothing I do is enough to stop him from rearing his arm back and bringing the gun down in one violent sweep that slams into the side of Knox’s head.
Knox’s body falls to the floor, a small line of blood dripping down his forehead from where the gun busted his skin open.
I want to scream but my pounding heart tells me there’s no time.
I’m next. I’m next. It’s a racing thought that pushes me into action.
