Page 43 of Quiet Confessions: Part Two

“Patience,” Nixen growls. It sounds so much like Cal, that I wrinkle my nose. Ew.

“Yes?” I ask, swinging the bat down on the pretty glass coffee table.

“That is quite enough, young lady!” he yells, making me shrug.

“Admit that I didn’t just take a vacation. You are a piece of shit kidnapper,” I remind him nonchalantly. My heart is pounding in my chest, because this is dangerous as fuck. Nixen Reynolds is not a good man.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, eyes wide. “Are you taking your medication, darling? Have you told my son about your condition?”

“I do have a condition,” I mull, killing a pretty statue next. “It’s called ‘aversion to bullshit,’ Nixen.”

Approaching the shiny monitor hanging from the wall for presentations, I get ready to break it.

“So help me God, Patience, upon my friendship with your father, I will end you!” Nixen screams, his face bright red.

Pausing, I tilt my head in surprise. I’m careful not to give the man my back, because I don’t want to get hurt. Nixen is a loose cannon. “Tell me more about this so-called friendship,” I sneer. I’m convinced that even though they may have at one time been friends, it grew to jealousy and resentment.

“He was my best friend,” he sputters. “You know he was. We went on vacation together, we spent holidays together, you fucking grew up with my sons. You know we were close.”

“Maybe once,” I sigh. “He’s dead now, and I will never know what happened.”

Drawing my arms back as I hold the bat, I swing hard, breaking the glass. “I’m calling security, I don’t know why that blasted secretary hasn’t called them,” he complains.

Moving quickly, I thank my training as I knock his cell phone out of his hand, smashing it to pieces. “Your secretary seemed pretty embarrassed, I wouldn’t be surprised if she went home,” I lament. “Do you usually fuck her around this time? The office is kind of empty today.”

A look passes his eyes, and I wonder if I’m right. The man has a standing pussy appointment with his secretary. Gross. Apparently he was just getting ready to lunge for his office phone, so I aim between his arms, breaking that too.

“Why are you such a fucking psychopath?!” Nixen yells.

“You helped make me like this,” I tell him innocently, pretending to get ready to hit him with the baseball bat. I would love to actually do it, but I know how much they hurt too.

Thankfully he squeals like a pig and runs out the door of his office.

I don't really remember the next fifteen minutes. When I blink, the office is trashed, and I’ve torn up all of his important papers. I probably should have tried to snoop, but I doubt he kept anything illegal in this office. I need to get into his house to find anything like that.

Keeping the bat with me because I’m attached to it now, I walk out of the room humming to myself. No one is in the office now, no one came to stop me as I left either. It’s surreal. I still feel like I didn’t get to break enough shit. I need to fuck or fight. Maybe one of my men will give that to me.

CAL

“Cal, your future wife needs a swift backhand to get back in line,” my father growls into the phone hours after I spoke to him. I almost didn’t pick up, but Pay never came back to school, and we’re getting ready to drive home to Ki’s apartment. “You need to control her! She destroyed my office.”

“She interrupted your time with your secretary, huh?” I ask, ignoring Nate’s glance at me. There’s a lot that he doesn’t know about Dad, and one of those things is how much he fucks around.

He cheated on our mother quite often when she was alive, too. It’s just another secret I kept from my brother.

“Nevermind how I get my dick wet, son. I have needs, and I’m sure that when Pay is old and her pussy is all stretched out, you’ll fuck your secretary, too,” Nixen says sagely.

“Ugh, pass please. Where is my fiancée? Did you send her on another vacation?” I ask, looking up Pay’s location. It says she’s at Ki’s, and I sag in relief. Thank fuck for girlfriend LoJack.

Pulling out of the parking lot, I leave my father on speaker phone.

“I never touched her then, and I didn’t touch her now, Cal. Get your head out of your ass. You’re going to both sit down with Laci, the wedding planner, and figure out this damn wedding. You will not defy me,” he warns. “Everything hinges on you two getting married, Cal.”

“Aye, aye, sir,” I mutter, fake saluting. I know that he can’t see me, but it’ll piss him off regardless. As he screams obscenities, I roll my eyes and hang up.

“Is Dad always like that with you?” Nate asks, horrified.

“Yes,” Rooke and I say. “Dad… is an asshole. Everything has to be his way, and he gets really violent if he doesn’t get it.”

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