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Inwardly chuckling, I’m well aware he’s acting like this because Mia’s here.That asshole is in denial. She affects him.

Delaney’s voice draws my attention back to her. “Let’s take a break. Make the dickhead suffer by staring at his dead son and crying.”

“Whatever you want, minx.”

CHAPTER 85

Zayne

“Confess to Zayne how you dragged me into your office and showed me the pictures of him and me.” Delaney scowls at Richard, her arms folded over her chest.

“You mean these ones, minx?” Her mouth hangs open in shock, and her eyes widen as I step forward with the folder.

“How did you get those?”

“I was sneaking out of your cabin. Something hit the floor. I went to the bookcase to pick up whatever it was and saw these.” He flips through them. “Whoever took these captured our young love well, don’t you think?”

“Quite beautifully.” Her smile is radiant, her eyes brimming with love and devotion.

I don’t fucking deserve her, but I’m not kicking a gift horse in the mouth. She’s my salvation, the light to my darkness, the red heart to my black one. Her soul is tarnished from the evil around her, but it can’t penetrate deeply enough to extinguish the light that shines from her. She’s a kaleidoscope of colors. My heaven on this earth.

As if she can read my mind, she presses her lips against mine. “Fate brought us back together. We were destined to belong to one another.”

“Yes, we are. You’re my destiny.”

My gaze hardens, moving to Richard’s bloody, broken body, seething with rage. “He hurt you, the woman I love. His bullshit ruined my family and destroyed us, keeping us apart for fifteen years.” I hand the folder with our photos to Delaney before turning back to Richard.

My fist flies against his face, bone splintering beneath my knuckles. “I want every fucking detail.”

It takes him a while to spit out the gory story. Between crying, gasping, howling, and pissing himself from the extreme pain he’s in, he’s a broken, pathetic excuse of the vile monster he once was.

And that’s only from Delaney’s beatings.

I haven’t started yet.

Delaney forces the final confession she needs from him, pressing a blow torch to his balls to get it. Richard admits he was responsible for Lindsey’s accident, providing all the details.

Grabbing her mom’s drawing, Delaney holds it up, explaining the clues and the horrific beatings she suffered that led to her having these secret excursions with her mom that ended in ice cream or a toy of some kind.

There’s not a dry eye in the room when she’s finished.

Despite the tears running down her beautiful face, she holds up the contents from the safe deposit box, showing all the damning evidence Lindsey Warner collected over the years of Richard’s drug and sex trafficking empire. Not only does it implicate Richard, but also the three worthless fuckers dead on the concrete floor, as well as many of his friends and associates. Some of them died in the bomb that exploded at city hall, but the rest are about to have a very bad day.

I nod at Stryker, who pulls up the breaking news reports so Richard can see his ruined reputation. His picture and name flash on the screen as the networks proclaim him as the leader of a vast criminal drug and trafficking empire.

I’m shocked when my father’s face flashes on the screen. The truth is laid out for all the world to see, clearing my father’s name.

It’s too bad he’ll never know.

My gaze drops to Delaney, who looks up at me, her smile reaching her eyes.“It’s time everyone knew what a good man Gabe Morine was. His son is even more amazing.”

I’m fighting for composure, overwhelmed by the emotions coursing through me. “How did you pull this off, minx?”

She glances at the group behind me. “I had a little help from our friends.”

I crush her against my chest. “I love you so fucking much, minx.”

“I love you more, Z.”

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