Page 70 of Knot So Broken

Surprise lights in my father‘s eyes, “You are Calvin Hayes' daughter?”

I frown as I look at the man who sired me, “How the fuck do you know Calvin?”

Some of the Mafia Don filters back into my father‘s system at the blatant disrespect I just showed him. Even though we are behind closed doors, he never lets us get away with it.

“I have run into Calvin many times. The man is an ass kisser if I have ever met one.”

Kennedy tries to hide a snort behind her hand but she fails.

My father’s eyes light slightly as he looks at her, “Guess that's not far from the truth then?”

“Not at all,” She shakes her head before a strange look overcomes her features.

Ever the perceptive one, Dad catches onto the look immediately, “There's more to this story than meets the eye isn’t there?”

I nod before I look towards the couches in front of his desk, “You will want to sit down for this one.”

Kennedy explains the entire situation to my father. I’ve never seen the man as speechless as he was when Kennedy finally finished explaining her entire child and adulthood to him.

We give him a moment to process what he has been told. I wouldn’t necessarily call my father a good man. Considering the fact he has quite literally killed hundreds of people, some of them simply because they have looked at him wrong. He does have his hard limits though.

The first one being children and the second being women. Especially Omegas.

I watch as his anger over the situation builds behind his broken eyes. I know how raw this situation is for him. None of us like to think about the atrocities that Mom had to go through in her final days.

For him, I’m sure having his daughter in law, the scent match to two of his sons as well, as one he considers family abused so deeply during her life is truly maddening.

Eventually he looks up at us, his face oddly calm but his eyes alight.

“Calvin Hayes needs to be dealt with.”

I nod my head, “I couldn’t agree with you more. We wanted to give Kennedy the option though to decide what his fate will be.”

We all turn our heads towards her. Kennedy’s green orbs widen under our gaze.

“I... um...” She hesitates, clearly unsure of what to say.

I take her hand in my own, “It’s okay, Kennedy. I don’t expect you to make a decision right now. Just know that when you are ready, we are too.”

She takes me in for a moment before replying. I let her feel each of my emotions. From the utter fucking rage to the desperation to see her get her revenge. I open as much of myself to her as I physically can. I need her to see the truth. To know the depths that I would go to for her. I want her to know that there are people out here that will quite literally go to war for her. I have no doubt in my mind that my father is already itching to contact Olis to organise the soldiers.

Each of us are desperate to destroy Calvin Hayes but none of us will move until she tells us to.

Kennedy eventually nods.

“We mean it, Kennedy. If you want him locked up in a cell for the rest of his life, done. If you want him melting in a vat of acid, I have one in the warehouse with his name on it. You call the shots; we are just the army behind you ready for your call.”

Out of all the reactions that I could have expected to come from Kennedy, her bursting out in laughter was far from it. She clutches her stomach as she practically keels over.

I look up at Jax who is looking at me equally as shocked.

She slaps her leg before looking at Dad, “Oh, Mr. Duran, that is the funniest thing anyone has ever told me.”

He shakes his head, waving his hand in the air as if to bat away her words, “Nonsense, call me Vic. Mr. Duran was my father and I refuse to share a likeness with that man.”

She chuckles but nods anyway.

We settle into a bit more of an easier conversation. Dad begins explaining the workings of the Syndicate to Kennedy. She nods along with him, surprising everyone in the room when she giggles every so often. I think that's the part that shocks me the most. I would have expected much more gasping in horror. I was preparing myself for her to run out of the house crying and screaming, ready to go knocking on the sheriff's door.

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