Page 118 of Sinister Legacy
Liam could never give her what she needs. But I can. I know how to wrangle that monster inside her until it submits to me.
“You need to calm down,” my father says sternly.
“You’re telling me I have to stay away from the girl I fucking love, and you want me to calm down?” I snort loudly, throwing a dismissive gesture in his direction.
“It’s an obsession. Not love.”
“What the fuck do you know about love?” I snarl, back to pacing. “You cheat on Mom every time you travel, and she turns a blind eye as long as you pay for spa weekends and expensive jewelry. That’s not love, so don’t come preaching to me.”
“I haven’t always been the perfect role model, sure, but can’t you see how unhealthy this is? To stalk a girl, seduce her, and carry on an affair with her behind her boyfriend’s back?”
“She wasn’t going to leave him,” I bite out, throwing my hands out. “I just wanted a fucking piece of her, okay? I didn’t care at the time about Liam. I was too high on her every time she let me touch her. It was worth all the other bullshit.”
“But you soon grew resentful, right?”
“Wouldn’t you?” I shoot back. “I gave her everything she wanted, everything shecraved.But she still returned to him. Why? Because everyone revered him, and it distracted from who she really is at the fucking core. The truth she hides from the world. The truthIsaw and fucking loved.” I point to myself. “The truthIbrought out in her.”
My father never takes his eyes off me as he asks, “And what’s that truth?”
I realize my slip-up and clamp my lips shut.
“We’re just trying to help you,” my lawyer says, playing the devil’s advocate. “It will help if we understand your motives.”
“My motives were simple. I wanted to wet my dick.”
“For fuck’s sake.” My father rubs his tired eyes. “We all know there’s a lot more to it than that. You don’t collect photographs like stamps of a girl you only want to use for sex. Maybe you think you’re in love with this girl, maybe it’s an obsession, but regardless, you’re about to stand trial for replicating her father’s killings. You’re lucky you’re still a minor, so the death penalty is off the table, but you’ll still go away for a very long time if you’re found guilty. So, I repeat, we’re trying to help you.”
I plop back down onto the chair, defeated and exhausted. “I don’t know what you want from me.”
“You can start by telling us about the truth you saw in Keira.”
My chuckle is bitter. “No, I can’t. That’s between her and me.”
“Are you willing to get locked away for a girl you barely know?”
I know her better than anyone. I’m the only one who sees her.
“Are we done here?”
My father stares at me.Glaresat me. Then he slams his hand down on the table. “I wish you were a grown man so that I could beat some fucking sense into you.”
“If you want me to talk, you let me contact her.”
My father’s chuckle starts out slow, a vicious kind of sound that soon grows in volume. “No, son. You’re about to ruin your life for pussy. You don’t get to call the shots here. If you don’t talk, I’ll make sure you never get to lay eyes on her ever again.” He rises to his feet and puts his big hands on the table. His dark eyes narrow on me. “How long do you think it’ll take before some other guy comes along and spots her, huh? How long until someone tries to seduce her? How long until someone is successful? Weeks? Months? In the meantime, you’ll be rotting away behind bars, unable to do anything but torture your mind.”
My gaze slides to Mr. Morton, who looks almost sheepish. “You can both fuck off. I’m done here. I’m not throwing Keira under the bus for something she didn’t do just to save my own skin.”
Standing up and walking over to the door, I bang on it hard enough to make the hinges rattle. It doesn’t take long for it to creak open. I don’t look back as the officer stationed outside returns me to my holding cell.
I don’t care about my father’s intense glare that burns the back of my head as I’m led around the corner. He’ll have to let me talk to Keira if he wants me to cooperate, or I’ll continue to be a pain in the fucking ass until I can hear her sweet voice again.
Madison throws herself out of the car door when she sees the state of me, covered in blood from head to toe, like something straight out of a horror movie. “What happened?”
I’m shaking like a leaf. Whatever adrenaline kick I was on is long gone, and now I’m in a state of shock. She tries to take me back to her car, but I shake my head. “I can’t. I’m covered in blood.”
Brushing my hair away from my bloodied cheeks, she skates her worried eyes over my stricken face. “What happened, Keira?”
“Did you bring a spare set of clothing?”
