Page 47 of Grace's Revelation
He knelt down next to me. He pushed a matted curl away from my face.
I slapped his hand away and scrambled back, into the clumped up vomit I’d expelled earlier. It was better than having him touch me.
“Look at you Gracie.” He stood up, took a handkerchief out of his pocket, and wiped his hand. He threw the handkerchief at me. “Such a mess. This was so unnecessary. Why?”
He squatted down again, a little further way.
“You killed Mattie,” I said.
The realization flashed through his eyes.
“I was there that night.” He shifted forward. “I saw you give your own son up and for what?”
"You think you know everything." He scoffed. "You didn't know shit, Gracie."
He shook his head.
"I know Mattie wanted to be like you even though you never gave him any respect." The words fell out of my mouth. "He worshipped you and you threw him away. He was your son." I cried.
"That's the thing. He wasn't my son. He was a discarded bastard like the rest of you."
"What?" I whimpered.
"Yeah, you all thought Mattie was mine, but no." I looked up at the ceiling. "When I chose Greta as my old lady, we didn't know she was pregnant." He stared down at me. "I didn’t the right thing, raised all of you as my own."
"You threw all of us away like we were nothing to you."
"You were ... nothing to me, Gracie." He stood up. "All of you, bastard kids who wanted too much. And gave nothing in return. What disappoints me the most, I gave each of you a chance."
I narrowed my eyes.
“Mattie was weak. Like you.” He grunted. “He had an order and he failed. When you’re in a club and you don’t follow the rules, then you face the consequences. And, you don’t run.”
“And, why did you get rid of me?”
“You knew too much.” He nodded. “That’s why I got rid of you, too. You knew way too much, Gracie.”
He kicked my foot.
"Always putting your head and your pussy into club business." He chuckled. "You must have some stellar snatch to turn both of my sons against me. "
His delusional tales or reality bored me.
“Where is my son?” My voice sounded stronger.
“He’s fine. He’s having the time of his life learning about his birthright, his legacy.” He clasped his hands together. “You’ve done an exceptional job up to this point. I’ll take it from here.”
I stared at him.
“Since both of my sons betrayed me, Cason will have to carry on the Scott name.” He pointed. “I have to give it to you, Grace. You played all of us perfectly. You turned my sons against me. You fucked them both and fucked me in the process. So, it’s only fair. Cason now belongs to me. Don’t you think? I should thank you.”
Rage and dread shot through me in equal measure. I scrambled to my feet, but I was too weak. He grabbed me and threw me back to the ground.
I sprawled on my stomach.
He pushed me away with the sole of his boot.
I groaned and laid still.
