Page 603 of Filthy Elites

If they knewDad wasn’t just remarrying, I’m sure it would destroy his business because everyone loved my mother.

He had his part in her death too because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. That’s why I hate him so fucking much.

However, the straw to break her back was having her life’s work terminated when Richard Fairchild, Billie’s bastard father, stole her money. Because of that her research foundation went bust overnight and all her investors pulled out.

All the businesses that worked with Richard were affected by his dirty deeds, but when it came to my mother and her work, he affected people’s lives.

If Richard wasn’t as important as he is to various people in the government and the world’s elite, he’d be dead.

If my father loved my mother the way he should have, the motherfucker would be dead, notsimplyin prison.

Richard Fairchild would be six feet under. And if we thought to spare his wife and daughter, the two of them would have been sold off to sex slavers.

That is how ruthless we can be in the Bratva.

Since my father didn’t love my mother, and they didn’t have the kind of marriage where a man would protect and defend his wife, nothing was done.

That bastard is only in prison to tick a box because the public would have gone mad.

His sentence is the only form of justice I have. When he was exposed, there was nothing anyone could do to save him because his wife turned in hard evidence against him.

My mother’s dealings with Richard were actually legit, and that’s why she was the only person to get hit the hardest when the skeletons fell out of the closet.

I look in the living room, and disgust settles in the pit of my stomach when my gaze lands on my father, resting his hand on Selena’s pregnant belly.

She’s nearly eight months pregnant withhischild, so it looks like she’ll be giving birth any day.

He moved her into his bed the same week as Mom’s funeral, adding more salt to wounds already deep and wide open.

I guess, though, she was already sleeping in his bed. That was just the day it became official.

God, I hate living here.

I’m about to keep walking because I don’t want to speak to either of them, but Selena sees me, and that look of embarrassment she always gets when I’m around washes over her face.

Dad notices and looks straight at me.

I still, however, keep walking in silence. I only speak when spoken to.

That’s my plan for the year that I’m here.

Dad gets up from the sofa and rushes up to me, catching up before I take the stairs.

“Chad, I need to talk to you.”

“Why?”

“Because I got the owner of the grocery store to drop the charges. Selena and I will be away for the rest of the month. I don’t want any more problems from you while I’m gone.”

Motherfucker. All he cares about is his fucking new wife, who shouldn’t even be here.

“Whatever,” I scuff.

“That’s all you have to say?” He quirks a hard brow, and as I stare back at him, it’s like looking at the older version of myself. I got Mom’s silver-blue eyes, though. Thank God. I wouldn’t like to see the world through his debauchery.

“What do you expect me to say?”

“Thank you, would be a start.”

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