Page 79 of A Master's Destiny
I’m fifteen years old again, standing in my parent’s bedroom doorway. My mother is lying naked in the bed with the “boy toy” she’s been fucking. At the same time, I watch my father point the gun at them both, and then himself…
In a voice full of pent-up rage, I scream at the man, “Get the fuck out of here!”
“Now, now, Thane. Don’t be such a child,” my mother scolds.
I clench my fists as I turn back to look at her, wanting to strangle the beast. Then I glance back at the violin, reminding myself of why I’m here.
“Beau is simply here as my insurance policy,” she states matter-of-factly about the man at the door. “Now, do you want the violin or not?”
“Give it to me and I’ll leave.”
She sits down at a small table next to the bookcase and pats the chair next to it. “We need to have a little chat first.”
I narrow my eyes as I take a seat. “What about?”
“You remember how you threatened to slit my throat with a knife?”
I snort in anger, remembering the hellish confrontation we had just before she was sent to jail. “I only offered to give you a knife. I expected you to do the rest.”
She looks at me in disappointment. “What a black heart you have, son.”
“I inherited that from you.”
Bursting out in laughter, she says, “I must admit, I do see a lot of me in you.”
I shut my eyes, wanting to deny it even though I know it’s true.
“You are just like me,” she states proudly. “To the outside world, you’re attractive and ambitious. But we both know that deep down there lies a darkness you can’t control.”
I grit my teeth. “Is that why you destroyed our family?”
“I’m not the one who pulled the trigger.”
Her cold answer rips at my heart.
Gripping the armrests of the chair, I fight the urge to wrap my fingers around her throat.
“There’s my boy,” she says with an impish grin.
Needing to get far from this place as soon as possible, I growl, “What do you want from me?”
“You owe me, Thane.”
“For what?”
She pounds the table with her fist. “For sending me to jail, you little shit! I know you set me up—you and that mealy-mouthed blonde you call a friend.”
My heart skips a beat, hearing her make a veiled threat against Samantha.
“What do you want?” I demand again. I need to get out of this place.
“So glad you asked.” She smiles as she pulls out a manilla folder. “Your father had an investment I didn’t know about. All I need is your signature and you can leave.”
“Why would I give you that?”
She glances at the violin case and raises an eyebrow.
I frown. “How much is it worth?”
