Page 80 of Tainted Hearts

“I don’t trust him. He might try something.” I hate the concerned look in her eyes, but I love that she cares just as hard for us as we do for her. I lean over and kiss her softly on the lips, licking her taste off of mine when we pull apart.

“I’ll be fine, baby. Stay here, it won’t take me long.”

“Zed, you don’t have to. We can just ignore him,” Isaac adds.

“No.” I give him a hard look. “He’s not ruining our night, and we are not going into the new year with this asshole lingering around like a bad fucking smell.”

I turn and leave, not giving anyone else a chance to voice their opinion.

I hate this man and not because he broke my mom’s heart or left me without a father; no, I fucking thanked him for leaving. It’s because he brought a child into this world and instead of loving and protecting him, he abused him. He did fucked up shit to his own son, beat his wife. While the fucking world thinks he’s some sort of saint. He taught the people on this island that the Devil was evil, but the only evil person I see is him.

No more. I won’t let him hurt the people I love anymore.

Not bothering to knock, I swing his office door open, finding him on the phone. “I’ll call you back,” he rushes out to whoever he’s talking to before looking over at me, a death glare in his eyes. He hangs up. “What do you want?” he spits.

“Who was that, Pops? Was that your little fuck muffin?”

“What are you talking about?” He narrows his eyes.

“Hold up.” I raise a finger, reaching for my phone. “I’ll show you, maybe it will jog your memory.”

I find the video and turn the volume up as high as it will go before pressing play and turning it so that he can see it.

The sounds of raunchy sex fill the air, and Michael is up out of his seat in a flash. “Where the hell did you get that?”

“Oh, I had front row seats to this show.” I chuckle. He reaches for my phone, but I pull it away. “Doesn’t matter if you take my phone, I have it uploaded to so many places you won’t be able to find them all. They’re just sitting there, waiting for me to show the world just how much of a sad fucking excuse for an Archangel you really are. I wonder what the Pure Bloods would say? Or maybe even God?”

“You stupid little boy,” he snarls, stepping closer to me. “You don’t wanna fuck with me, trust me!”

“I’m not afraid of you.” I laugh. “Here’s how this is going to go. You're going to leave this house tonight and never come back again. No one wants you here. Take whatever is important and leave. If you don’t, I’ll send this video to every single person on this island. I’m sure it will get back to God eventually.”

“I should have made your mother get an abortion.” He gives me a disgusted look.

“Ahh, doesn’t that go against what you preach?” I raise a brow.

“Fuck you,” he spits.

“So, we have a deal? Oh, and you're going to divorce Veronica.”

“The hell I will!” He balls his hands into fists, and I know he really wants to hit me right now, but he’s not as stupid as he looks, he won’t risk it. What people think of him means too much. Gotta keep the reputation pure. “Fine, you want me to leave your pathetic excuse of a brother alone? Done. He’s nothing but a joke. Both of you are. But what makes you think I’m going to leave my wife?”

“Because you're nothing but a narcissistic asshole who gets off on abusing people to make yourself feel like some kind of god.” I snort, shaking my head. He doesn’t like that comment, his face turning an ugly shade of red. “You're going to do it. You're going to leave, never come back and never go near Isaac or Veronica again. Because I will release that video, and you know it.”

His jaw ticks, and I know he’s holding back on wanting to do to me what he’s done to Isaac. “This isn’t over. I’ll leave, but you will regret messing with me.”

“Yeah, yeah. Come on, old man, pack your shit and get the fuck out.” I wave my hand.

He bitches the whole time, calling me all the lovely names in the book as he grabs what he can out of his desk and around the room.

“I hate you,” he states, pausing before he leaves. “I wish you were never born. But the biggest joke was having your mom as my mate.”

“That’s okay.” I grin. “You're not her only mate.”

His face drops. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Funny you mention Hell. Turns out, the man you hate the most in the world, more than your son's mate, is also her mate.”

Yup, there goes that vein in his forehead, it popped. And like a toddler throwing a tantrum, he yells his way down the hall. I follow after, a shit eating grin on my face the whole time.

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