Page 16 of Creed's Vengeance

Dad looked at me. Steel stone expression. I saw the Hades everyone feared.

“He shot a Kincaid. He signed his death warrant.” With that said. His bike roared to life, and they all rode out.

Why the fuck would Creed shoot Uncle Khaos? Didn’t he know this would seal our fate? I know we were fighting, but we would have made up. Right? This couldn’t be how our love story ends. I placed a hand on my stomach. I couldn’t do this without him. Tears ran down my cheeks quicker. Why would he do this to me?

Then one thought went thought my head, on replay.

I couldn’t do this without him.

So that left me with one option. I wouldn’t bring this child into the world when this grandfather had killed my baby’s father. Because I know, deep down. A Kincaid would kill Creed for this. Somehow. Some way. Creed would die for what he had done. After all Kincaid’s have killed for less, in the name of family.

The look on Holly’s face when I shot her uncle, wasn’t something I would forget easily. She saw our future disappear and so did I. Because killing my father, wasn’t something easily done.

To my surprise my father welcomed me back to the table. In fact, he embraced me, like the long missing sheep that had finally came back home. When I explained that it was because a Kincaid had shot him. The grin on my father’s face said it all.

Slater was silent during the meeting and now as I sat on the bed of my old bare room. It was exactly as I left it.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

I looked up and saw Slater, for some reason he is glaring at me. He stepped into my room.

“Fuck off Slater. I am not in the mood, for one of your mood swings. I’m back that’s what you wanted.”

He closed the door to my room.

“It’s the opposite of what I wanted.” He sneered at me, and I frowned. “I wanted you to have the fire to kill me or dad, both of us. I didn’t give a fuck. I wanted you to end this empire. Instead, you come back!”

My frown deepened with confusion.

“You were meant to be at the club protecting her.” Slater added.

“Who the fuck you talking about?”

“Ivy,” he said. “And my son.”

Shock filled me. “Connor is your son? How? Taron is his father.”

“I forced Ivy to lie. But you know dad is going to rip them apart. He’s put a target on every member of that family. Having the last name Kincaid, puts a target on my woman and my son. And you were meant to fucking bring the reckoning! Didn’t my threats fire you at all!”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“I had everything set up for you to kill the old man. And now you’re here.”

“I’m loyal to Winston’s.” All I could think was he was testing me. He was lying. As if Connor was his son. “I don’t believe the shit your saying.”

He unbuttoned his top, and right under his heart was Ivy and Connor’s names.

“You are to go back to that club and fucking kill the old man. You hear? I need someone willing to die to protect my family.”

I rose from the bed. “You’re not lying. You aren’t testing me.”

He scoffed and I had never seen my brother showing so much emotion. He was close to fucking tears.

“You have to go back.” He looked at me. “I can’t lose her.”

I laughed twisted and shook my head. “Don’t you get it Slater. I left my family there too. Holly’s pregnant with my child and I shot her uncle. Who was standing right next to her.”

“Yeah. Makes no fucking sense. Don’t think for a second. I believe that speech you gave.” He gripped me by the shirt. “You give the old man any of their plans. I’ll be put a bullet in your head along with the old man.”

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