Page 165 of Unravelling The Beast

My heart stops beating entirely as I stare at him with wide, frantic eyes. I suddenly can't concentrate; I can't think straight; my whole body is numb and stiff; and I momentarily forget why I'm here in the first place as his words reverberate through me.

I hear him continue as I am lost in my own chaos.

"That's right, my grandson Cree was only three months old when Arlo here went on his drunken, violent rampage and killed poor, beautiful Bridget."

My eyes dart around wildly, my breathing growing shallow as my mom's words return to me before she passed out. I shout, my body shaking violently, when my cold, watery eyes collide with his across the table.

"I WAS FUCKING DRUGGED BYYOU! YOU FUCKING DRUGGED ME!"

I hastily cock my gun back when all of the Elites suddenly pull their guns out and point them at me. I'm unaffected by their bullshit and keep my attention focused on my father as he takes a calm seat and speaks.

"All you had to do, my boy, was follow the rules, and we wouldn't be here. Now look at the position you're in."

As rage takes over, I fire a bullet that hits my father's shoulder, causing him to groan in pain. As all the Elites around the table cock their guns, my dad shouts.

"DON'T!"

They all turn to look at him as he pants heavily, gripping the wound on his shoulder as bright, red blood trickles through his fingers and continues with his hard glare at me.

"This boy will suffer the same punishment that he inflicts on others.He's going to be skinned alive."

As a number of Elites rise from their chairs and approach me, I mentally and physically prepare myself to take them all out as best I can.

Suddenly, a text message arrives on my phone, which vibrates in my pocket, and I hear every man in this room receive a message on their phones as well. The sounds of various chimes echo across the huge room, and everyone looks down at their phones.

As a wave of confusion washes over me, I reach into my pocket and pull mine out. When the screen comes to life and I see the Ghost logo flash across it, I read the words beneath it,"Charles Hayes is to be perished."a nasty grin spreads across my face.

As my father speaks puzzledly across the table, I raise my hard, furious stare at him.

"What the fuck is going on?"

As one of the elites slides their phones over the table to him, his eyes enhance and he looks directly at me.

Everyone shifts their guns from being directed at me to pointing at him in an instant, and I can't help but laugh like the fucking maniac I am.

"Oh, shit! What an odd fucking twist of events!"

He shakes his head and turns to face James Sinns, who is sitting alongside him.

"This can't be right."

James lifts his brows and gives a slight nod.

"I'm afraid so, Charles.You're aware that Ghost's word is final."

I take a deep breath and lower my gun beside me, a wicked smirk on my face as I speak, staring at him with dark, aggressive eyes.

"Times up, motherfucker. Ghost has seen you for what you are: the nasty, evil, disloyal fucking bastard that you are."

His wide eyes meet mine, and he answers by raising his hands.

"You don't want to do this to your father, son.You'll never be able to live with yourself!"

My expression darkens and I clench my teeth, spit foaming at the corners of my mouth.

"You're not my fucking father!You've taken away the only person I've ever truly loved. You're a greedy scumbag, and I can't wait to see you fucking dead!"

I can sense the panic rising within him as he yells at everyone around him.

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