Page 118 of Vows In Corruption

“What the fuck do you want?” The drunk bastard, who I recognize as Josiah from a few previous mugshots, mutters out, his words slurred as he leans against the door jam.

“You Josiah Sinclair?” I ask even though I know the answer.

“Who the fuck is asking?” He spits out, his bitty eyes narrowing at me.

I try to keep my anger controlled but I know that if this bastard says the wrong word, I’m going to break.

“That doesn’t matter. I’m here to get something from you.”

“I don’t have shit to give.” The fucker pulls back the door to slam in my face, but I stop it and push myself inside the house, causing the poor fucker to fall to the floor as a result.

“Oh but you do.” I crunch down and make sure that my eyes are at level with his. “You remember your daughter Charlie, right? Well, I’m here to make sure you never think about her or her sister ever again.”

Spit lands against my face. “Like hell you are. That little bitch is going to make me rich and you’re not going to take that way from me.”

My anger makes its way out as I reach forward and wrap my hand around Josiah’s neck and tighten the grip. He reaches his hand up and one of his grimy nails makes contact with the skin under my eye, it stings but not enough to let him go.

“You’re not in control here, drunk fucker. I am. So this is how it’s going to play out. You’re going to sign over your parental rights and give Ella full custody of her sister.”

Josiah claws at my hands and loose them grip just a tiny bit to let him speak. “What’s in it for me?”

Nothing. He will get nothing out of this. Not for the way he treated Charlie and not for the way he assaulted and took advance go Ella. But of course, I keep that piece of information to myself.

“You’ll get another million and my friends over at the Shadow Assassins won’t come and pay you a visit.”

His face nearly goes white when I mention the motorcycle club. He has history with them and from what the Damian, the MC president, told me, they are waiting for the right moment to take the bastard down.

Interesting how Josiah here is more fearful of a motorcycle club than loosing his daughter.

“Okay. I’ll do what you want.” Josiah lets out, almost crying.

I loosen my grip on his throat even more and let his head hit the floor.

“Good.”

It takes a fucking hour to get the fucker to fill out the forms that I had drawn up a few days ago, I get it done. With all the paperwork in hand, I leave the house without anther word to Josiah.

As I walk to my rental car where it’s parked across the street, I send a nod over to Damian, giving him the signal to send is men in.

He doesn’t even hesitate to release the command and within seconds, five members of the Shadow Assassins storm Josiah’s house and will take care of him like I need them to.

As I pull away from the house, my phone starts to ring and when I see who is calling me, my stomach churns. One piece of the past is taken care of, but it seems like one is still looming.

I answer the phone and as soon as I hear the voice, I want to hunt it down.

“Hello, Bennett.”

My body jerks awake as the memories from earlier today claim my mind as their own. Memories and figments of my imagination.

I knew what I did today was going to haunt me, but I didn’t think that it was going to play with my mind like it just did. The phone did ring with the same number as before, and I did answer and like the first time, nobody spoke on the other side.

Usually when it comes to these types of nightmares, everything is the exact same. Nothing ever changes, yet tonight, they did.

But why?

Another question, is why that voice? Out of all of the voices from my past that could haunt me, why that one?

“Hey,” Ella’s sweet voice sounds through my room, reminding me that I’m not in bed alone. “Are you okay?”

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