Page 113 of Downfall

And there’s no comfort in that.

No reprieve.

I get dressed. Slap makeup on my face. Make myself presentable to the world as if I’m still something to look up to and I drive over to my parents’ house.

I can’t stand the thought of being in this city any longer than I need to be.

I did this for one thing and one thing only.

It’s time they pay up. By god, it is finally time.

I step into the house. It feels empty. As if every one of my father’s cronies is off somewhere. I grit my teeth trying not think of the implications of that because deep down, if they hurt Roman, if they kill him, I’ll never forgive myself.

As I walk down to my father’s study I pause. Carter is there stood talking to Sampson. Neither of them seem to notice me.

My stomach twists with the same anger I get every time I see them because even now I still blame them. They were the ones who brought me back. They were the ones who have helped keep me trapped all these years.

Carter is laughing. Sampson says something, mumbles it and Carter laughs again.

“Yeah maybe.” Carter says. “Perhaps we’ll ask the boss.”

Sampson smirks. “Like he’d agree to that. His precious daughter?”

“She’s not precious though is she?” Carter replies. “She’s a fucking slut. She always has been.”

I grit my teeth. I don’t care what they say, what they think. Their opinion of me means fuck all.

Sampson mutters something else and Carter shrugs with a look of contempt.

“Ignatio has to be careful though. She’ll see through it eventually.” Sampson states.

“No she won’t. She’s a dumb bitch. She’ll do whatever she’s told to because she has no choice.”

“What did you say?” I snarl before I can stop myself.

They both look at me and neither of them seem the least bit concerned that I’ve overheard them.

“You heard.” Carter says running his eyes over me.

I clench my fists. They’re baiting me and I know it, but it doesn’t matter, not anymore. After today I’ll never have to see either of them again.

“Where is he?” I ask.

Carter points to the door.

I scowl at him and push past. He can think what he wants but one day I swear to god I’m going to put a bullet in his head.

I storm into the office, slamming the door shut behind me.

My father looks up and his eyes narrow as he realises it’s me.

“What do you want?” He asks.

“You know exactly what I want.” I reply.

He leans back in his chair like a dictator sat on a throne.

“I did what you asked.” I state walking towards him. “I held up my end of the bargain. Now it’s time you pay.”

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