Page 100 of Fallen Legacy

He doesn’t react. There’s not even a slither of emotion on his face. Maybe I did learn something from him after all. “She also had a lot to say while she was holding a knife to my fiancée’s throat. I think she’s a little loopy,” I tell him, whirling my fingers around the side of my head to emphasise my point.

Phil smirks, laughing. “Shame she didn’t cut that pretty throat and let her bleed out. The Alderman’s,” he hisses. “Always thinking they’re top dog. The four founding families. Thinking they control everyone and everything. Well, they weren’t quite as in control as they thought, were they? I was forging my own legacy right under their noses.”

“A fallen legacy,” Scar says from behind me, and I smile at her words. She’s right. He has nothing now and that will be something he will have to live with as he serves time behind bars to pay for all his crimes.

I take a step towards him, and smile when he flinches and leans back in his chair. He should fear me. I’d like to peel the skin from his bones and cut him up piece by piece. “Your legacy is over and we’re forging a new one. While you will rot in your little prison cell, staring at four walls, we’ll be taking control. Scar and I are going to marry, have babies and live a long and happy life together. I will erase your name and existence from the family history books. No one will talk about you or remember you. No one will care who you were or what you did because you’ll be a ghost.”

Phil’s nostrils flare. “You can’t erase me. I’m a part of you, son. Remember that when you’re living your perfect, insignificant life. And remember that she’s an Alderman by blood and they are poison.”

“My mother.” I lean into him, bending down into his space so I can look him dead in the eye. “Did you kill her?”

Phil snickers. “So now we get to it. Let me guess? Felicity.” He shakes his head. “That woman and her mouth.” He raises his eyes and meets mine. “Yes, I’m the reason she fell from the roof. She thought she could leave and take you with her. My son. My blood. There was no way in hell I was letting her walk off into the sunset with that pathetic ginger bastard to bring up my son. If she’d have just done as she was told, she would still be alive, but no, she had to fight me.” He sniggers. “Did I mean to kill her? No, but she was fighting me, and I pushed her too hard, perhaps.” He shrugs, as if admitting to her death is nothing. “Am I sorry? No. She was out of the way once and for all.”

“Untie him,” Archer barks out, his fists clenched at his side.

Seb and Rafe do as I ask. They unbind Phil’s hands, and he staggers to his feet. I see his eyes glance at the door behind us. “There’s no escape. We’re miles from anywhere. Now face me. Man to man.”

My father’s sways on his feet. The weeks of beatings and limited water taking its toll on his body. “You want me to fight you, son?” He leans his head back and laughs. “You think you can beat me when I taught you everything you know?”

My mind flicks back to the many hours as a boy when he would have me in the ring, hitting me and urging me to hit him back harder. I remember the sick satisfaction he would show when I would get frustrated that I couldn’t beat him. Those days were long gone now, though. I’m the stronger one now. I hold my arms open and beckon him with my fingers. Mimicking what he used to do when he had me in the ring as a child. “Go on. Hit me. Let’s see what you got, old man.”

My words have the reaction I’d hoped for. Pure rage grips him and snarling he charges me, his fists clenched and ready. Adrenaline rushes through my body. I channel all the hate and anger I feel for this man before me, into my fists, but I’m not out of control. I’m calm and calculated. I’m going to enjoy this.

ELIZA

Archer ducks his dad’s attack easily. He smirks at Phil, cocking a brow and Phil roars and tries to attack again. Archer side-steps him and Phil’s fist hits nothing but air, causing him to stumble and almost lose his footing. I grin in satisfaction. This was going to be fun to watch. I grab a chair from the side of the room and sit on it back to front, resting my arms on the back of the chair.

“Do you want some popcorn while you watch the entertainment, Little Red?” Seb asks me as he comes to stand beside me. Rafe comes up to my other side and we all watch as Archer drives his fist into his father’s jaw and something cracks. Never have I enjoyed the sound of bones breaking more than I am tonight. I realise I’ve missed being in the ring, and the thrill of the fight. I think I’ll ask Archer to get me on the line-up for Friday night. I’m in the mood to get bloody.

Phil manages to get a punch in to Archer’s face and Archer just laughs and asks him if that is all he’s got. Phil loses control, and that is the last thing you should do in the ring. You need to keep your composure. You need to be in charge. Watching your opponent’s moves and calculating what they might do next. It’s like a game of chess—moves and countermoves.

“This is fun.” Seb chuckles. “Shall we place bets on how many broken bones Phil leaves here with tonight?”

“Ten,” I say. “Twenty quid, says ten.”

Rafe scoffs. “Fifteen.”

“I’m going to go with twelve,” Seb announces. “Fifty quid says he breaks twelve.”

Seb shakes my hand first and then Rafe’s, and we return our attention to the fight before us. I get a high watching my man take down the man who was supposed to love and protect him. The man who manipulated him and used him and planned to marry him to his own sibling. Blood coats Archer’s skin, but it isn’t his, it’s Phil’s. The next blow he lands knocks Phil out cold, and he hits the floor with a hard thud. His head cracks against the concrete floor.

“Fractured skull, I reckon,” Seb chuckles, winking at me.

Archer looks down at his father, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Take him and drop him somewhere they can find him. But don’t let them find him too soon, let him feel the cold and the rain for an hour or two.” He grins, the thrill of the fight still running through his veins, and he looks at me with a hunger that has me gulping for air. He strides towards me, and I yelp in surprise when he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.

Seb wiggles his brow at me as we move away from them, and I wave at him and smile back. I am about to get fucked hard, and I’m brimming with delight. He climbs the metals stairs up two floors and we enter a room that looks much more inviting than anywhere else in this building. There’s a desk over to the right of the door and a small kitchenette over by the far end of the room. In the middle of the room, against the wall, is a black four poster bed. He drops me on the bed forcefully and I bounce on the mattress. He looks at me like he wants to devour me, like he wants to feast on my bones.

I’m still dressed in my nice clothes from the tournament at the clubhouse. A little green skater dress and my converse. He lifts one of my legs and slowly unties my shoelace and takes my shoe off, followed by the other. Standing at the foot of the bed, he undoes his jeans, and he’s commando underneath. His hard cock springs out of his pants, standing to attention, and I swallow in excitement.

“Come here,” he orders, beckoning me with his finger.

Grinning, I get on my knees and shuffle down the bed until I’m kneeling before him. He cups the back of my neck with his hands and kisses me. He kisses me like he might never kiss me again, and I’m breathless and burning with need. His tongue dances with mine and I edge nearer to him, needing to get as close as I can. I want to wrap myself around him and weld myself to him. His two hands grip on the neckline of my dress and he pulls, tearing it straight down the middle. It’s a good job we’re rich, as I think over the years he’s going to destroy a lot of my wardrobe. I’m kneeling before him in my black lace bra and knickers and his eyes lazily peruse my body.

“Like what you see?” I ask him with a throaty chuckle.

His dark eyes snap up to mine, filled with lust. “I’m going to spread that pretty pussy and I’m going to eat you out until you don’t know your own name, Scar. You are going to be exhausted from orgasm after orgasm. I’m going to fuck you for hours and leave you sore.”

Archer doesn’t ask. He takes what he wants.

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