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The look of pure hate shone in his eyes as he watched him. It matched my own hate.
“This is for Wyn and her mother.” He got down on his knees and got closer to him. “For every woman you hurt.” He raised the knife above my father’s chest then leaned even closer.
He jabbed the blade down into my father’s black fucking heart and left it there.
“And this is from a mutual friend.” Then he pulled out his own knife and sliced his throat. “Gia, remember her?”
My father was too weak to confirm. Though it didn’t matter. He’d remember her and think of his sins in hell.
“I’ll see you in hell,” I growled.
* * *
Four hours later, I was finally home.
I called Brennan ahead of time to tell him the deed was done. The debt to the Brennan’s family that started over twenty years ago was paid. Then I showered and changed before going home. Nobody could see me covered in blood, especially not on the night he’d turn up dead.
My father was dead. After decades of wishing him dead, he was finally gone. Forever.
Uncle Franco, Dante, and Priest had already come by the house. Apparently, Uncle and Wynter’s mother went to his own penthouse. No fucking clue where Dante and Priest went. Nor Emory. Brennan took the women back to his place, leaving Wynter and I to start our honeymoon.
Finally!
My body throbbed with dark hunger for her. I had yet to take my time and savor her body since I kidnapped her. The crazy part of me wanted to save it for our wedding night.
When I walked into my Hampton home, the house was quiet and dark.
“Where is my wife?” I asked my man watching the front entrance to our home.
“Upstairs,” he answered. “She asked me to give you this.”
He extended his hand with a small sealed envelope. Opening it, I read the message.
If I’m asleep when you get home, wake me up.
It was almost ten at night and I knew she’d probably be asleep. She was like a toddler with a sleep schedule. I nodded at him, crossed the foyer, then climbed the stairs two at a time.
When I entered the bedroom, I found her curled to the side and asleep. Her short pink nightgown hiked up to her waist, exposing her ass in a matching pink thong. I should let her sleep, yet even as I thought about that, I dropped to my haunches and placed my hand on her smooth thigh that was outside the covers.
The curve of her bare ass was tempting me, begging me to bite it. Yet, I couldn’t do it. As if she sensed my presence, her eyes fluttered open and our gazes connected.
“You’re home,” she murmured softly.
“Always,” I vowed softly. “I’ll always come home to you.”
CHAPTER68
Wynter
Bas had already lowered to his haunches in front of our bed, our faces close together.
For some reason the day he proposed to me came to mind. The day I broke my promise to him. After seeing his reaction to his father, I regretted not trusting him more. He deserved all my trust.
“He’s dead,” he said, a hint of vehemence showed through his every word. “He’ll never hurt you again.”
Relief slammed into me as I released a shuddering breath. “I should say I’m sorry,” I whispered. The truth was I wasn’t. Not in the least.
His face inched closer to me. “Why?”
