Page 88 of Ruthless God

This bastard has the audacity to bring another woman into my home. Into my fiancée’s home. Smirking, I grab my knife from my boot, slice the blade across her throat like butter, and I watch her fall to the ground, gasping for air. She uses her bony fingers to cover the wound. Blood leaks onto my floor. Seconds later, the life leaves her eyes, and her head hits the marble floor, surrounded by a pool of her own blood.

I turn to my father. “Every bitch you bring in here to try to replace Lyrical, I’ll kill them. Get the fuck out of my house.”

A wicked grin spreads across his face as he tucks his gun back into his holster. “You have until the end of the semester, or I’m putting a hit on both of your heads,” he reminds me.

Several moments later, I hear the door shut and slam my fist into the wall, causing my knuckles to ache.

“If I kill him, then they will automatically open up an investigation case on me. My father is protected by the judges in North Haven, because he knows too much,” I say, looking out the window.

“They will want to pin it on someone, and you will be the first target,” Jameson adds, glancing at the dead body.

“So, what should we do?” Keanu asks.

“Make his death an accident. Those are my favorite things to stage,” Jameson answers. “A car accident?”

“That sounds cliché.” Keanu leans against the wall, staring at the artwork above the mantelpiece.

“If you can come up with another plan, by all means, because that’s all I got.” Jameson sighs.

“Get her pregnant,” Keanu says, tapping his finger on the wall. “I love feeling like I’m about to knock up a wo—”

“Hell no. Lyrical doesn’t want kids yet,” I state.

“You need to move the wedding up,” Jameson murmurs.

“Why?”

“She’ll have your last name and your father can’t touch her then. He only cares about his image. If he tries to kill her, then they would have to open up an investigation on her.”

“He’ll just make it look like an accident, and he can buy off the judges on his payroll.” I roll my eyes.

“I overheard my father on the phone with Clemon the other day,” Jameson states. “He’s burning a lot of bridges with his connections.”

“What do you mean?” I question.

“He fucked Judge Clearance’s wife and forced him to watch. He’s not paying his debts to the mafia in New York City, like he was supposed to. Your father is the reason why the mafia had to disband their human trafficking ring. The only reason why they got busted is because your father didn’t like the fact that the underboss wouldn’t let him have a woman he wanted.”

I know my father dealt with the mafia in the past, but I had no idea to which extent, and I didn’t know that he stopped the sex trafficking ring on campus four years ago due to selfish reasons. It doesn’t surprise me, though, how he has always done things out of personal gain.

“I’m not worried about him killing you. He won’t. I suspect there’s more than one reason for your father to want Lyrical dead.”

“What do you mean?”

“He told my father right after Bailey’s funeral that he’s glad she was dead. He wasted too much money on her and didn’t see a return. Why would he want you to kill Lyrical out of revenge if he never cared about Bailey? His words aren’t lining up with his actions.”

My father only cared about the mighty dollar and I already suspect he only saw us as an asset or a liability, but to hear it from someone else hurts like a bitch. I loved my father and often wanted his approval, but not anymore. He’s dead to me.

“Fuck,” I muster to say.

“Yeah, marry her,” Keanu urges. “Marry her and not only will she be protected by law, but she’ll be protected by our families as well. Our families will go to great lengths to protect her. If something happens to you t—”

“Nothing is going to happen,” I snap.

“I know, but you never know, and she will be protected by us,” Keanu says. “Then you kill him, and you will automatically become the CEO of the American Billionaire Club, keeping up with the traditions, and our fathers won’t come after you or try to get you fired.”

“I’ll stalk your father, learn his patterns, and I can stage his car accident.” Jameson walks to the minibar, pouring himself a glass of liquor.

“It’s a fuck-you to your father if you marry her,” Keanu adds. “Flaunt her around, use her as a pawn.”

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