Page 27 of Ruin Me
Emanuel rounded his desk and moved up to me, his red face told me he wasn’t happy. “You may have let him between your whore legs and changed his loyalty but he has more to lose than you do, darling daughter.”
“No, he doesn’t,” I replied, finding my voice after so long allowing him to govern my life. Rhett was there, his calming presence told me I was safe here. “He has me.”
“And you are nothing without me,” Emanuel said, his spit flying through the air.
“Correction,” Rhett stepped forth, coming to stand next to me. “She is everything without you.”
Emerson scoffed somewhere in the distance, and I noticed he was trying to flee. He could see the tides changing.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I called out to him. He stopped where he was, his eyes widening in fear before he tried to call on some backbone.
“You can’t defeat me,” he sneered toward us. “My father would retaliate.”
“Let him,” Rhett answered. I was so proud of him. He’d never stepped out of turn, always the enforcer, but right now, we both held all the power. I loved it. I loved him.
God…I’d always known I did but never allowed myself to love him.
Now…he was mine and I was his.
Together, we would run this empire.
Rhett moved quickly, taking my father by the throat, a blade shining in the dim lighting as it cut into my father’s neck a little. Emanuel struggled but realised soon enough his time would come. It was no use.
Emanuel was a dead man walking.
“You won’t get away with this,” Emerson said, his voice shaking with fear. He was at the doors then, and I grabbed the weapon Rhett was handing to me before I stalked after him.
The large double doors burst open, shoving Emerson onto his ass. Looking up, I saw my brother Austin standing there, taking in the scene. He’d always been loyal to my father. He could ruin this and condemn me to a lifetime of horror.
He looked from Emerson to me, and then to Rhett who had our father in his arms, a knife at his throat. Emanuel tried tobark out an order but Rhett shoved the blade closer to his throat, silencing him.
“Sorry I’m late to the party, sis,” he said with a smirk. “I was balls deep when I got this asshole’s text message.”
“Ugh,” I grunted. “Way too much information.”
He chuckled and stood guard at the door, his hands crossed in front of him as he looked down at the pissant in front of him.
“My father will-”
“Do nothing,” Austin answered for him. “He sent you here because he was sick of his bastard son causing issues in Melbourne. He’d send us money and be in our debt if we took care of his problem for him.”
Emerson gasped.
It was no secret he was a bastard, his mother caused a scene when hew as born and he’d been forced to be acknowledged. What followed was a lifetime of cleaning up after him and ensuring his own empire didn’t crumble.
A gurgled sound had me turning to see my father falling to his knees. He clutched at the knife in his side, unable to pull it out. Rhett shrugged his shoulders.
“It slipped.”
My man.
I turned back to Austin who looked over at our father, our tormentor, with hardly a speck of emotion. I’d once thought my brother would give me up to our father for any kind of respect, and here he was, standing guard while I exacted revenge and took back my life.
We both looked down at Emerson then. He knew he wouldn’t get out of here alive. Slowly, Austin looked over at me.
“Go on, little sis, this one’s yours,” he said. The blade in my hand was heavy, my hand gripping the hilt harder, intent on doing just that. Emerson was able to rise up and make a run for it, but with Austin guarding the door, and Rhett guarding thesecret door behind the portrait on the wall, he had nowhere to go but to the floor to ceiling glass windows. Even if he did burst through it, he’d never survive the fall.
He was trapped.
