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When I’m finished, cleaned up, and dressed again, I walk back out into the bedroom and glance around. Without a second thought, I pull open his top drawer and nearly gasp when I see the picture. It’s them. His ex and her daughter. I pick up the photo and hold it in my hand as I look at their smiling faces.
I wonder if he put this away from me, or if it was too painful to look at. Either way, they deserve to be seen. I run my fingers over the glass before setting the frame on top of his dresser. I keep looking, although I don’t know what I’m looking for. Just curious, I guess.
I don’t find anything else of interest before moving back to the bed and climbing back in. I check the clock and see that it’s three in the morning, and he still isn’t back. I wonder how normal this is for them? Do they often stay gone this long?
I could ask Kiki, but I’m not going to wake her up for something like this. Instead, I lay back down, grabbing his pillow and bringing it to my chest.
Chapter 23
Hodge
I couldn’t tell her what we were doing, or she would have lost her shit, and that’s not something I was ready to deal with at the moment. She knew this was coming; she just didn’t realize how soon it would be.
Christopher and his no-good wife are tied naked to the chairs in the middle of this freezing cold warehouse, shivering and sniveling. None of that will help them now.
“So you just got rid of her?” I ask the bastard once more, but he refuses to answer me. That’s fine too. We have ways of making men talk, and I’ll use every single one of them with these two fucks.
“He doesn’t seem to want to say shit,” my dad observes as I nod my head. I reach over and pick up the electric cattle prod, sparking it before pressing it into his flesh. Christopher screams, piercing my fucking ears, but all I can do is laugh.
“Why did you get rid of her?” I roar this time. Her mom jolts in her chair as I stick this bastard once more, shooting electricity into his body. He grits his teeth as tears fall down his face. I wonder if he thought about her tears? No. He fucking didn’t because he didn’t care. He threw her out like a piece of fucking trash. The thought has me pressing the button once more.
“She wasn’t useful! I didn’t need her until she was thirty!” he screams, tears and snot leaking down his face.
“For the money?”
“How the fuck did you know about that?”
“She knew about that, asshole,” I growl this time.
“She knew?”
“Not everything, but most things.”
“My father left it all to her the day she was born. I knew then we had to keep her around,” he adds as anger surges in my veins.
“Not because she was your kid?” Locke asks him, tilting his head to the side to stare at the bastard.
“I didn’t want kids,” he yells as he glances over at his wife. Judging by the look on her face, she has something to say, so I step over to her and wait.
“What is it? What the fuck are you lookin’ at him like that for?” At first, she doesn’t want to say anything, but when I drop the prod and take the knife out of its sheath, she speaks up.
“She … Kemah isn’t his daughter.”
“What the fuck did you just say?” Christopher roars as he shakes in his chair. The sound of the metal scratching the cement causes me to chuckle.
“She isn’t his?” I ask to make sure I heard this correctly.
“No. So that money was never hers to begin with,” she adds.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Remy asks this time as we all look around at each other.
“You let her believe she could have it all. You had her believe the money would go to her when she was thirty?” I ask them,
“If she thought she was getting a fucking cent that was on her!” Her dad screams.
“Fuck. So, who would get the money?” I’m curious as to what they’re going to say.
“No one!” He roars, but she looks up at me.
