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“Yeah, you seem a right cunt, and this is still being filmed. I suggest, Mr Big Shot, you leave. Bryony and the kids owe you shit. FYI, asshole, those children ain’t freaks. Any decent man would be proud to claim them as his own. Says a lot about you. Bryony raised two good kids despite their setback at having your DNA,” Soul sneered.

I hid a smile at his harsh words. But the expression on Madden’s face made him look like he’d hit him with a wet fish.

“Leave, Madden. The answer is no,” I said softly.

“This isn’t over. You’ll pay for this,” Madden threatened and stomped down the stairs.

I whipped my phone out and dialled a number I knew off by heart.

“Bryony?” Duke Evans asked, surprised.

“I’m sorry, Duke, I just had a visit,” I replied.

“You’re kidding me?”

“No. Can you deal with him?”

“On it. I apologise, he’s getting out of hand again,” Duke replied.

“Apparently so.”

“Lisa is pregnant and is due any day,” Duke added.

“Lisa? Which was one was that? Never mind, it doesn’t matter. But Madden isn’t fit to be a father,” I said.

“No, and Lisa seems to think she’s going to get the same deal you did. Problem is, she’s whacked out on drugs most of the time. Madden’s getting full custody,” Duke explained.

I hissed in a sharp breath. “I feel sorry for that kid.”

“Don’t be. Madden will have fuck all to do with him. I’ve got nannies and shit lined up. Stay safe,”

“You too, Duke,” I murmured and cut the call.

Three men stared at me, and I gazed back at them.

“What’s your digits?” Soul asked.

“Sorry?”

“Your number, Bryony, to send you these videos. They won’t do us any good, but if you end up in court, they’ll help,” Soul replied.

“You are aware you could make a small fortune with them? The media would pay a lot for them,” I said.

“And? No offence, babe, but I don’t need money that would cause a woman and kids pain. But they’d be helpful to you if you need them. They’re great blackmail material if asswipe doesn’t behave,” Soul suggested and jiggled his phone at me.

“Thanks,” I responded, surprised.

Most people would have taken the video and sold them to the highest bidder. It was pretty decent of them to offer them to me free… or were they?

“Did you want payment for them?” I asked.

“No. Give us your damn number Bryony, sheesh!”

“Fine! Fine!” I rattled off my number, and moments later, I got three beeps to say I’d received messages.

“Sorry for disturbing your evening, thanks for the help,” I said and opened my front door.

My phone beeped again as I lamely waved goodbye, and the door shut behind me.

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