Page 99 of When Kings Fall

“You have nothing to release.”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, my bad. Haven’t you checked your safe lately? The tape is gone.”

He looked utterly stunned for several moments, while my mom murmured questions as to what we were even referring to. As usual, she had no idea what was going on with her own son—or her husband. She much preferred living inside her socialite bubble.

“You little shit. If you think that’s all I can do to—”

“You should worry about what we can do,” Bree cut in.

She was pulling out her phone then and scrolling in the next moment. She looked at my mom. “It’s unfortunate you’re here for this, but on the other hand, you should know who your husband really is. You might want to review that prenup once we’re done here.”

And then Bree held her phone up between us for us all to see.

A video had started playing, most definitely NSFW, especially not safe for his work.

It depicted my father fucking his assistant, the one who’d suddenly up and quit, bouncing her completely stripped naked on his cock while he was fully suited accept for his pants being open, as he spewed some dirty talk that even Colt would find disturbing. I actually looked over at him and he was cringing.

“What is it with all the Daddy talk lately, by the way?” Bree mused aloud, sarcasm dripping.

As my parents started arguing, my mom apparently completely unaware that he was actually a cheating bastard, Bree looked out at me and Colt. “It’s an extreme turnoff, FYI.”

“Shit, yeah,” Colt said.

“Absolutely right there with you there, dark angel, don’t worry.”

“Lev can’t stand it either,” Colt assured her. The corner of his mouth turned up. “He’d never speak that way to his Wildflower.”

She chuckled, then went to put her phone away, but my father grasped it, stopping her.

Before any of us could react, Roman’s Lexus raced into the courtyard.

Levi emerged first with Roman just behind him.

I took the opportunity of the distraction to slam my hand into my father’s chest, knocking him back from Bree.

“Your little biker princess is going to hand over that video,” my father seethed, stumbling back a step. He spun to see Levi and Roman rushing over. “And here’s the notorious gangster and the son he allows to run wild.”

“Pete, what an expected, yet incredibly unpleasant surprise,” Roman spoke, stopping between him and my mom, while Lev came to us.

“All right?” he asked us, studying the three of us.

Before any of us could answer, my father lunged at Bree, wanting her phone.

Levi went to react with those lightning-fast reflexes of his, but I guess with all this build-up and the adrenaline coursing through my system, it gave me an extra edge, and my fist was flying at my father.

It slammed into his face with cement block force, knocking him straight to his knees.

The satisfaction of it, striking the bastard, and bringing him to his knees… it was another level.

He went to curse me out, but I loomed over him, growling, “Get the fuck out of here. As of this moment, we have no relationship. I’m no longer your son.” I gestured between him and my mom. “Get out of my sight. And don’t fucking contact me again.”

“You’re cut off!” he yelled, getting back to his feet, while rubbing his face.

Bree, Colt, and Lev gathered close to me then, and Bree told him, “It won’t even touch him. He won’t be destitute and he won’t even feel it at all. He has us.”

A few more mutterings came from my father and some hesitation because he clearly couldn’t wrap his head around losing out here.

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