Page 150 of Scorned Beauty
His face turned purple, and he struggled to dislodge my hands from around his neck, but rage fueled the desire to choke him. I wanted to see the light fade from his eyes the way Boris’s did. Flashes of the marks on Sloane’s neck fanned my fury. The sight of Anton leaving the building with her while she was miscarrying.
“I almost lost Sloane because of you.” I tightened my fingers. His eyes and the veins on his temples bulged. I was blind to everything else except the thirst for vengeance. Avenge Sloane. Avenge the life we made that never had the chance to live.
I was spiraling in bloodlust when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“Dom,” Trevor said.
“What?!” No one was going to stop me from strangling the life out of this piece of shit.
“Your dad is in the hospital.”
“What?” My fingers slackened.
Anton wheezed as my gaze shifted to Trevor. Panic seized my chest. “Why? How? He was fine when I left them.”
“He got hit by Anton’s SUV and there were internal injuries. You gotta go. We’ll take care of him.”
But Anton coughed with mocking laughter. “I hope”—cough—“your father dies.”
My head whipped back in his direction. Ice replaced the white-hot rage. I grabbed Anton’s head and snapped it to the right. The crunch of shattering cartilage was loud and satisfying.
“You’ll hurt no one of mine again.” I rose to my feet. Trevor handed me the earpiece, which must have fallen off when I was fighting Anton. “Clean this up.”
Trevor gave a tight nod.
Anton’s body had to disappear.
I reachedthe emergency room in ten minutes. I spotted Ma and Aunt Ava in one corner. Lucy and Sera in another. It didn’t take a genius to know my sister blamed our mother because this wouldn’t have happened if she had not evaded Pop and confronted Sloane.
But I didn’t blame Ma. I blamed Anton. He was the one who struck Pop with the SUV.
Matteo and Hector met me at the sliding doors.
“Update?” I asked. On my way here, Matteo was my contact. They were the first to meet the ambulance when it arrived.
“He’s still in surgery,” Matteo said.
“His heart?”
My cousin gave a helpless shrug. “They didn’t mention any damage.”
“Where’s Sloane?”
Before Matteo could answer, Ma saw me and rushed to me. My arms came around her.
“It’s my fault, it’s my fault,” she cried.
“Shh…Ma. Pop wouldn’t want you to blame yourself.” My eyes went over her head and spotted Lucy who was glaring at her with tear-filled eyes. My headache, which had been a distant throb, intensified.
“What happened to your face?” she whispered, clasping my jaw.
“It’s nothing.”
Her mouth tightened. “That’s what your pop said and look what happened!”
“Ma.” I clasped her shoulders. “I have to find Sloane.”
Her eyes brimmed with tears. “She saved him.”
