Page 137 of Demise

It would be a freezing day in hell before I ever let my father get his hands on Skyla, or any of the others for that matter. I nod to appease him before attempting to change topics.

“What did you want to discuss?”

He watches me with narrowed eyes before easing back into his chair.

“Now that you’re an Elder, you need to start carrying your own weight. I want you to begin your role effective immediately.”

“Which is?”

“Doling out punishments.”

I lift a brow to him. “I’m not an eliminator.”

“No. You’ll be punishing our people. Only in extreme cases do we send an eliminator after one of our own. The rest falls on me, now you.”

“Okay,” I agree. “Do you have a list of people who need…punishments?” I grit out.

His smile spreads as he nods.

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

My foot doesn’t leave the accelerator the entire drive home. My hands are white knuckling the steering wheel, so much anger and warring thoughts in my mind. I don’t even want to think about the punishments my father has tasked me with. I have to compartmentalize what I can, and right now, there is a single person who deserves all of my anger. Everyone else’s too.

I texted Ronan that he needed to meet me at my house, and I checked to make sure that Liam was home. He said he was, and so was Wesley and Vincent.

Perfect.

When I pull up to my driveway, I barely get the gate open before I’m flooring it to the front door. Slamming on the brakes, I stop just before the stairs take out my bumper. Throwing myself out of the car, my feet pound against the ground as I climb the stairs, throwing open the front door and leaving it that way.

As I turn the corner to the living room, four pair of eyes swing to me, one looking a fuck ton more guilty than the others. I don’t hesitate. My fist drives into the side of Wesley’s face, a crack echoing through the room as everyone moves as one. Ronan forces us apart, Liam rushes to help Wesley, up and Vincent stands like he’s ready to attack.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Ronan snarls.

“Ask the fucking traitor!” I gnash as I point to Wesley.

Ronan’s brows knit together as Wesley sits up on the floor where I knocked his ass down. He better stay there, or I’ll hit him again and again until he can’t fucking get up.

“What are you talking about?” Ronan asks.

“Wesley! He’s been feeding my father information on Skyla since day one. That’s how my father knew about Liam and I sharing her. He also suspects you and Vincent. I’m sure that’s no coincidence. My father told me he allowed him to come to Salem only to be his little fucking narc!”

Outrage and hurt slashes through Ronan and Liam’s features, while Vincent just looks murderous. Before anyone can move, though, a sound catches us off guard.

“What?” Skyla says softly, betrayal overwhelming her features.

I shrug Ronan’s hands off me as I turn to face my wife.

“It’s true. I heard them myself and my father confirmed it.” I turn to face Wesley, sneering down at him. “You’re disgusting,” I say as I spit at his feet.

Liam distances himself, abandoning his effort to help him to his feet and Ronan stays cemented in place, staring down at him in disbelief.

“So, Christopher knew. He knew about us, about the stalker…because of you?” Skyla asks, hurt choking her words.

“There is more to it, little one. Please,” Wesley says.

“Answer the question,” Ronan says stiffly.

“Yes,” he sighs as Skyla takes a sharp inhale and nods, her watery eyes looking anywhere but him.

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