Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
The guard holding the doctor has his gun pointed at Sebastian.
“Well, one of us will have to make a move soon or we’ll be standing here all night,” I say.
Bel makes a small sound beside me, and I shift away from her. The movement leaves her unprotected, but I’m not stupid. She’s not really the one my father wants to kill, at least not until he gets every penny Sebastian took from him.
No way in hell will that happen, not when I have a Desert Eagle pointed at his head. It will make such a satisfying hole too.
“Let’s discuss this like adults. What do you want, Drew?”
“You. Dead.”
“Hmm, and what do you think the outcome of doing that will be? I have guards, more on the way likely. Do you really plan to murder me in cold blood right here in my own office, much less in front of an officer of the court?”
“I’m not scared. I’m prepared for this to end in the worst way. All that matters is making certain you take your last breaths in this office.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Richard, whose face definitely says leave me the fuck out of it. He keeps quiet, letting us carry on without his input.
“My death will not fix whatever it is that you’re trying to fix. Killing me solves nothing.”
“It solves everything!” I growl. “The only thing you deserve is death, and I’m going to make certain you get nothing short of that.”
Even when facing death head-on, he still doesn't have the balls to admit his wrongdoings. Red-hot rage blisters through me. I hate him for destroying me and ruining my life. For hurting my mother. For taking every good thing in my life and killing it.
I know I’m letting him get the best of me, and I need to keep a clear headspace, but I can’t stop the reaction from bubbling up and out of me.
A bitter laugh rips from his throat. “Do you really think you can end me and walk out of this office without your own death taking place?”
I shrug. “You fire, I fire back, and if you somehow manage to kill me or hurt me enough that I can’t shoot you, then Sebastian will kill you for me. Either way, you will die here. Today. By my machinations. Your luck has run the fuck out, and I’m done being under your control.”
My father smiles, and it takes me a minute to realize he’s always smiled like that. Slightly unhinged and ready for anything. It’s why I’ve never really been able to fight back. I’ve never known which side of him I was going to get. One day, he might take me to the movies and treat me to anything I want. Then the very next day, he might beat me to within an inch of my life for looking at him wrong.
Has he always been this unstable and have I just been blind to it?
“I know you don’t want to kill me. All this is, is built up anger and resentment. Think rational, Son.” His voice drops low, becoming almost soothing.
I shake my head, my sweaty finger moves against the trigger. “That’s where you’re wrong. I do want to kill you. I want to kill you like you killed me. I want to put a bullet deep inside you for every time you ripped a piece of my soul out of my body, for every beating I had to endure, for every hateful word slung at me. I didn’t deserve to be treated like I did as a little boy, but you didn’t care. You still don’t. The only thing you care about is yourself.” I’m like a dam breaking. All the pain and sadness rips through me like water escaping through the cracks. “Even now, while facing death, you only care about yourself. It’s pathetic, sickening, and I’m ready to end your pitiful life so I don’t have to deal with you anymore, and I can be free.”
“Killing me won’t change anything. You’ll still be the pathetic piece of shit you’ve always been, regardless of how much I tried to fix you. It’s a shame your mother and I couldn’t have children of our own. I always wondered if I had a son with Marshall blood pumping in his veins if things would be different.” There’s a new thread of malice braiding his tone.
His words sting. They sting so bad. Like he’s beat me with them.
A smile tugs at his lips. “Did you think I didn’t know?”
“I don’t give a fuck what you know,” I grit through my teeth, reminding myself that all he’s trying to do is sway me, to anger me into submission.
“Do it. Ask me the questions I know have been weighing on your shoulders, Son.” My hand trembles. The gun feels heavier in my grasp now.