Page 118 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

Sure, he threatened to expose Abigail’s secrets in order to keep her away from me. Did he really think that she’d agree with that and turn her back on me?

Who am I kidding, of course, he did.

True love doesn’t exist in the world that men like Johnathon Eaton live in.Everything is a twisted business deal, corruption, and deception.There isn’t space for the kind of connection that Abigail and I have found.

To him, love is a weakness. A distraction from what’s really important.

Girlfriends and wives are just another transaction to him.

It’s what Lauren and I would be.

A plan. A scheme. Probably a deception somewhere within their dark and twisted world.

A world I no longer have any interest in inhabiting.

“Come on, we need to go,” Oak says after stuffing the last of his sweat-soaked kit into his bag.

The rugby season is officially over for us now spring is here. Everything we worked so hard for over the years is behind us.

We might not have ended the season where we were hoping to, but we’ve managed to find so much more than a trophy.

I stare up at one of my best friends, loving the happiness I see glitter in his eyes. In all their eyes.

I always thought they were happy, that as Heirs and rulers of this school, they were happy. I mean, they were, but seeing them now with their girls, it really puts it all into perspective.

We thought that hooking up with different Heir chasers every weekend was everything we could possibly want. I won’t lie. It was good. Fucking epic some weekends, but it all pales in comparison to what we have now.

“Yeah,” I mutter, already dreading what this day is going to hold.

There was a time when I thought that radio silence from my father was a good thing, but those days are long gone. I’ve since discovered that silence is more terrifying than anything else. It means he’s making his moves shrouded in darkness, ready to strike when I’m least expecting it.

Shoving my feet into my school shoes, I shrug my blazer on and fix my tie.

Exams start next week, and despite all the revision I’ve been doing, I don’t feel anywhere close to being ready.The only thing I can think about is Abigail.

Having her struggles out in the open is going to rip her apart.

It was hard enough for her to embrace her newfound fame when she became friends with the girls and began hanging out with us.

She was always the shy, quiet girl who hid in the corner in the hope of being ignored.

Embracing the change of being dragged into the spotlight has been hard enough but throw the loss of her father into that as well and… Fuck. I don’t know how she’s done it.

Sure, she has her vices. Ones that I completely understand. Ones that have helped her through. But they’re meant to be hers. Her secrets, her way of coping with the bullshit life has thrown at her.

The thought of everything she’s been through being public knowledge makes my blood boil.

I will do anything, fucking anything, to protect her.

But I fear that I can’t win against my father.

He always gets his way and if he gets so much as a sniff that she hasn’t followed his bullshit demands and broken it off with me, then he’ll do exactly as he’s threatened.

“Everything is going to be okay,” Reese says, watching from the other side of the bench.

“Easy for you to say, your girl is safe right now.”

“We’re not going to let anything happen to Abi, Elliot,” Theo assures me. “We’re family. And no one, not even your cunt of a father, fucks with our family.”

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