Page 85 of Traitorous Lies
Giving a single nod, Cade started for the house. “Let’s go and end this once and for all.”
Not needing any more urging, all six of them took off toward the house. They’d already combed the grounds before Monique and Cassandra arrived, and neutralized half a dozen threats. They knew two more, three including Samson Kerr, were inside, possibly more.
Since they knew the layout of the house, they entered through a side door that led into a pretty conservatory, close to Samson’s study. The house was quiet, and while Jax would love nothing more than to just go bursting into the room, he held it together and kept his cool. Or at least as much of it as he could manage. Monique was in there, and he’dalready acted rashly once and wound up hurting her, he had no intention of doing it again and risking her life in the process.
“I gave you a choice, Monique,” Samson’s irritated voice boomed. “You made it. You decided to side with outsiders instead of your own father.”
“My own father, who had my mother killed, who used me as a bargaining chip, and would easily have killed me too. Who almost got me killed in France, and then again at my rescue, and who is currently standing there doing nothing while someone holds a gun to my head,” Monique said, her voice strong and confident, and he was so very proud of her. She was holding it together, gathering every bit of evidence she could so her father would pay for what he’d done.
“I didn't ask you to side with those lowlifes,” Samson spat.
“Lowlifes? They’re not the ones who went around raping who knows how many innocent women, and they’re not the ones who have killed to cover it up. You think you’re better than them just because you have more money? You're nothing. Nothing but a run-of-the-mill criminal.”
The sound of flesh hitting flesh was the last thing Jax heard before he shoved open the door and all hell broke loose.
Both the guards in there turned and moved to fire, but Connor took out one, and Cooper the other, before any bullets could come flying their way.
Samson Kerr reacted quicker than any of them could have expected, pulling out a weapon and grabbing Monique, yanking her up against his body and using her as a human shield.
“This is who you're siding with over your own family?” Samson sneered.
“Don’t talk that way about them, they’re good, honest men. Loyal and protective. They make mistakes sometimes, but they own them and try to fix them.” Monique’s gaze met his, and in them he read her forgiveness. “If you're going to kill me, then they’re going to kill you. It’s as simple as that, Dad, and I’ll take my last breath happy knowing that you finally got what you deserved. I’m glad Mom saw the truth in you, and I'm so proud of her for doing something about it.”
“You always were so much like her,” Samson snarled, in what he clearly thought was an insult, but Monique smiled.
“Thank you. I’m glad I'm not like you,” she told her father.
“We have your wife’s proof,” Jax informed Samson, and panic flared in the older man’s eyes. “Plus, both your daughters were wearing wires. We have all of this recorded. There is not a chance in the world that you are getting away with any of it. You raped my stepmom, and then when you realized there was living proof you had her husband’s team ambushed just so you could have her set up as a traitor.”
“For once in your life, do the right thing,” Monique said softly. “Tell them the truth. They deserve it.”
“It’s over either way,” Jax said. Both of Samson’s guards were dead, and there were currently six weapons aimed at him. He had no training, and while he could kill Monique if he wanted to, all it would get him was six bullets to the head.
Slowly, the weapon pressed to Monique’s temple lowered. “All she had to do was abort the baby, and none of this had to happen,” Samson said, the reality of his situation seemingly beginning to sink in.
“I didn't deserve to die for your mistakes,” Cassandra—who had looked like she was unconscious—yelled as she snatched up the dead guard’s weapon and stood, firing at her biological father and hitting him right between the eyes.
Ending a quarter of a century-long nightmare with a single bullet.
Samson dropped, and Jax was by Monique’s side before she hit the floor beside her father, sweeping her up into his arms and burying his face against her neck.
It was over, Samson was dead, his words enough to clear his father and stepmom’s names. They were all safe, no longer tied to the past, no longer living, looking over their shoulders, waiting for the next attack. No longer spending every waking minute searching for the truth.
For the first time in almost two-thirds of his life, he was free.
The only thing standing between him and the future he craved was his own mistake. Monique forgave him, but was she willing to give him another chance?
November 14th
6:18 P.M
Twelve hours.
It felt like a lifetime had passed, but in reality, it had only been twelve hours since she and Cassandra were sitting outside the gate waiting to drive down the driveway and confront their father.
Now he was dead, at Cassandra’s hand, and they were all back on a plane heading for the Delta Team property to reunite with the rest of the Charleston Holloway family.
Statements had been given to the cops, evidence handed over, and Monique had no concerns that there would be any repercussions for Cassandra for shooting their father. He might have been lowering the gun he’d held to her temple at the time, but she hadn't mentioned that, and she was pretty sure that none of the guys would have either. The weapon had still been no more than an inch from her head, and even if someone saw the footage from Cassandra’s camera and questioned it, it likely wouldn't go anywhere.
