Page 104 of Unravelling The Beast

"It's about that nanny you’re fucking, isn't it? Because I can assure you, son—"

As fury flows through me, I cut short his words.

"It has nothing to do with Wren. This is about Cree; it's about fucking everything!"

"What about him? Savannah would make a terrific stepmother."

I scoff before turning away and my teeth grind. The thought of her being anywhere near my son makes me feel sick to my fucking stomach.

"Sometimes, we have to do things for more power, Arlo."

My wide, angry eyes meet him as he pushes himself away from the desk and proceeds to take a slow step forward.

"Sometimes we have to do things for the sake of family."

I narrow my glare at him before I shout.

"Family? You call this sham a fucking family? You're forcing my son and me to live with an utter cunt who I'll kill within a fucking week!"

He shakes his head and clicks his tongue.

"You won't, Arlo, because you already know what will happen if you don't do this, don't you?"

Anger swells within me, causing my body to tremble and all I can think about is hacking his throat open.

"I'll never have you working in the States again, son. You'll lose everything. Nobody will want to work with you once I'm done and you've already given me your fucking word."

Fighting to keep my murderous wrath at rest, I lean over and shout in his face instead.

"FUCK MY WORD!"

He glances me up and down before speaking calmly, his chin slightly raised.

"You have one fucking week to get your affairs in order. I want to see you and Savannah married as soon as possible."

When I take a step forward, I notice his henchmen stride with me, and I side-glance one of them to calculate how tall he is as my dad continues.

"You must understand, Arlo, that even though you are skilled at killing and people fear you, I am still your boss and father. Keep in mind that I am the organ grinder, and you will always be beneath me."

My enraged, crazed eyes dart to my father quickly, and I fiddle with my knife in my pocket, ready to unleash my inner beast.

When I take another slow step forward and his security does the same again, I whip out my knife, flick it open, and swing my arm and torso around before plunging the knife deep into the side of one of their throats.

As the other prepares to draw his gun, I pull the blade from his partner's throat and stab it into the front of his forehead with such power that I feel it crack his cranium.

When they both crumple onto the floor beneath me, blood spraying everywhere, I force my blade from his skull and spit on them before flicking my knife closed.

A dominating sense of satisfaction sweeps over me, and I feel rejuvenated from the killing as my father shouts behind me.

"Jesus Christ, Arlo! That's the fifth and sixth in six fucking months!"

I stash my knife in my pocket, panting heavily, adrenaline pumping through my veins, before turning around to face him.

"I'm not backing down on this! You have one fucking week, Arlo!"

My jaw tightens as I cock my head to the side, glaring at him like a fucking psychopath who is ready to kill him as well.

He pulls his eyes away from mine and walks slowly to his desk before sitting down again.

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