Page 120 of Treacherous

The one regret I had was that I sat back and let it go on for as many years as I had.

"You did the right thing tonight, Logan," my father said as he stood beside me, watching as the paramedic's checked Noah over and the firemen extinguished his flaming car.

Except I hadn’t done the right thing.

I hadn’t done a damn thing.

Teagan had…

"What do you think's going to happen to him now?" I asked as I watched Noah being handcuffed by two policemen and ushered into the back of a squad car. "Will he do time?" I asked. "Can you help him, Dad?"

My father sighed heavily before wrapping his arm around my shoulder and leading me back towards the car. "I don’t know, Low," Dad husked as he climbed into his car. I sat in beside him.

"I just wish you would've confided in me earlier," he said and I could hear the disappointment in his tone as we drove back towards the quarry. "I could have done a hell of a lot more for the kid if I'd known…holy shit."

Dad slammed on the brakes so hard I thought he was going to jackknife the car, but then he did something I was not expecting.

He got out of the car and stalked towards the crowd of people handcuffed outside the warehouse – being monitored by several armed policemen.

"You," Dad roared, shoving past Noah's step-father who was cuffed to a huge cop.

Dad stopped in front of a frail blonde woman. Noah's mother, I realized and I climbed out of the car and chased after him. "Keep your head," I called out to my tempestuous father.

"Kelsie Mayfield," Dad snarled, chest heaving. "So you've finally decided to crawl out from under the rock you've been hiding behind for seventeen years?"

"You know her?" I asked in surprise.

"Yes, Logan, I know her." Dad turned to face me. "Or at least there was a time when I thought I did."

Raising his hand, he pulled his shirt away from his neck, revealing a stab wound he'd received before I was born. "She had a hand in this," he roared. "And in your mother's scars."

My blood turned to lava in my veins. "You're the lawyer?"

Kelsie ignored my question.

Instead she kept her eyes locked on my father. "He betrayed me too, Kyle," she sobbed. "Once you signed it all away, David threw me out like I was yesterday's paper."

"Are you surprised?" Dad demanded. "Goddammit, I told you what he was like."

"This way, miss," A deep voiced cop ordered as he grabbed Kelsie's arm and led her away from us.

"Take care of Noah," Kelsie shouted after us. "He's your brother, Kyle."

"What?" Dad and I both shouted simultaneously.

"He's your father's son," she cried out. "Not Antonio's."

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"Well shit," I muttered, several minutes after Kelsie was carted away, as we drove back to Thirteenth Street. "That changes things."

"I should be surprised," Dad told me as he pulled into our driveway. "But to be honest, I'm not."

"Do you believe her?" I asked him.

"Yeah, kid, I do," Dad replied quietly. "He's done it to enough of his women – and his sons"

Holy shit, Noah was my uncle…"So what happens now?" I asked him.

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