Page 103 of Bad Kind of Love

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Becca

His eyes only held mine as he stood by the door with clenched fists. They dropped down the length of me to assess me for any harm, but I shook my head to relieve some of his worry.

“Son.”

Jack focuses on his dad who’s staring at him in utter fascination.

“Dad.” He returns and begins walking into the room. The air seems to shift and all curious eyes land on Jack.

“I was hoping you’d come.” He grins.

Jack makes his way for me but is quickly cut off by scar face.

“Come, sit down. It’s been a while.”

Jack grunts but follows his father’s orders and sits down in the chair across from the desk.

“Let them go, and I’ll stay as long as you like.” Jack tries to persuade him but his dad just shakes his head.

“How’s my grandson?” He changes the subject causing me to flinch at the mention of Wes.

“None of your concern.” He spits.

My dad’s arms tighten around me, but I’m compelled to dart out of here.

“He was every bit of my concern when the whore you knocked up came crawling to my door with my grandson.” He spat. “You should be thanking me that you don’t have to deal with that bitch anymore.”

Jack's eyes darkened as well as my own. I didn’t know much about Wes’s mother, only that she was a stripper and had abandoned her son.

But the way he spoke of her, made it seem like there was no chance she would ever come back into Wes’s or Jack’s life.

Immediate chills trickled down my spine, and I kept my heavy gaze focused between the both of them, bouncing back and forth until Jack spoke up.

“Hannah left on her own fucking terms, don’t pretend like you had anything to do with her leaving.” Jack snarled, ready to pounce.

“You’re right.” He nods with a chuckle. “The cocaine I gave her to leave and never come back wasn’t my doing.” He continues to laugh menacingly. “She left all on her fucking own.”

“I don’t give a shit about Hannah.” Jack swore. “What I do give a shit about is how you think you are entitled to see Wes. You were never a father to me, and you will never be a grandfather to him.”

The words flew out of Jack’s mouth like venom, causing his dad’s face to grimace in anger.

“Your disloyalty wounds me.” He grabs his chest as if he’s in pain but Jack seems to know better.

“I was loyal to you my whole fucking life.” He snaps, ready to lunge across the desk. “The deal was Wes and I live in peace while you forget we even existed.”

He made a deal with his dad?

“Yes the deal, how could I forget?” He mocks with laughter. “Let you live a boring life that you desperately wanted for your son so he’d grow up and now nothing of his bloodline.”

“A tainted bloodline.” Jack growls.

“His veins flow with our blood no matter how much you try to deny it son.” His eyes match Jack’s. “Despite how far you may stray from us, a part of who you once were still lingers inside you.”

“The man I once was is dead now.” Jack rises from the chair just as his dad reaches for the knife on his desk.

“And was reborn as a teacher?” He mocks, causing everyone in the room to join in laughter. “Really Jack? I think we both can agree that isn’t your true calling.”

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