Page 51 of Eros
“But you’re twice the age of someone you’re fucking. Not only the best friend of your daughter, but someone you treated like a daughter and the person who killed your wife. Pot calling the kettle black, isn’t it?”
His eyes narrowed on me, but he couldn’t say anything. He knew I was right. Eros might have been a criminal, but he had done everything in his power to protect me. It was more than what the man who had raised me had done. He wanted me dead.
“I want to know if Mom knew about you and her?”
“Does it matter?”
“Of course it matters!” I tossed my hands in the air. “She was my mother. Now’s the time to confess, Dad.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “It won’t change anything, Janea.”
Eros moved before I knew what was happening. His fist connected with my father’s jaw. Shannon’s screams echoed through the room. “Shut the fuck up!” he shouted at Shannon, and she immediately stopped her cries. Eros’s gaze slid to my father, and my father’s eyes filled with fear. “Answer her fucking questions or I’ll kill you now.”
“Did she know?” I asked, again.
He sighed. “She found out. One of the staff told her.”
“And that’s why you killed her?” I asked. “She found out that you were fucking someone who she also treated like a daughter?”
He flinched at my question, which was all I needed to know that everything Shannon said was true. He was behind what happened.
“I needed to move on with my life.”
That’s his excuse for killing the woman he supposedly loved?
“She was fucking dying!” I slapped him across the face, then punched him over and over again until powerful arms wrapped around me and pulled me away. “I hate you! I hate you!”
“I got you,” Eros whispered. “I got you.”
I sagged against his body, all the fight instantly draining from me. “He killed her.”
“I know baby,” Eros murmured. “And he’ll pay for it.”
“Janea, you have to help me, please,” my father begged, but I couldn’t look at him anymore. He destroyed my entire world. “Let me go so we can talk.”
“You have your answer Janea,” Eros said, brushing his fingers down my cheek before I had the chance to respond. “The time for talking is over.”
Eros was right. He killed my mother. He tried to kill me. There was nothing else we needed to say to one another. There was nothing he could do or say that would save either one of them.
I glared at my father. “I hope it was all worth it. And I hope you rot in hell.”
“Tex, take her out of here,” Eros ordered. “Don’t let her come back in here no matter what she hears.”
The bulking man I’d come to know as Tex Dixon, Savage Order’s Sgt. At Arms, wrapped his arm around my shoulder, and helped me walk out of the room. As the door shut behind me, all I heard were Shannon’s cries, and my father’s pleas for me to help him. Nothing would help them now.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Eros
NowthatJaneawasaway from all of this shit, I shifted my focus to her father and someone who was supposed to be her friend, a person she considered a sister. Her tears and voice were irritating. It was like she thought they could save her. They couldn’t.
With my arms folded over my chest, I glared at her father while standing in front of him. He didn’t shy away which told me everything I needed to know about the man sitting in front of me. My father was no angel but there was no way in hell he’d try to kill me. Thorne didn’t look like he cared anything about the position he was in. No doubt he believed his money, name, or power would get him out of this. It wouldn’t. Tonight was his last night on Earth, and the bitch who wouldn’t shut the fuck up.
“You tried to kill your daughter?” my father asked from where he was propped against the wall with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. “What piece of shit does something like that?”
Thorne glared at my father, looking him up and down with disgust. “And who the fuck are you to judge me?” he asked, his pompous attitude written all over his face. “Do you know who the fuck I am! Do any of you know who I am!”
“The last name is Kostas, but most people know my mother’s people.” My father took a long drag from his cigarette, blew the smoke into the air, then walked toward Thorne. “Drakos. Maybe you’ve heard of them?” My father asked, and immediately recognition hit Thorne. “Most people know not to fuck with us. Maybe with all that power and influence you should have done some homework on the enemy.”
