Colton laughs and for just a brief second, he squeezes his sister, overwhelmed with joy to finally have her back in his life. As for Cora, that's a work in progress.Chapter 27ColtonWhat the fuck am I doing here?
I should turn and walk away but the second Harrison stepped into my office and told me that Marco DeCarlo was back in the city, I had no choice. I had to make this right.
Mom was gone after raining down hell over me and the twins. Realizing that they didn’t want anything to do with her didn’t sit well and naturally, she blamed that bullshit on me, but just as the girls promised, they stepped up and handled their shit. And just as I promised, I stepped up and handled mine.
After an hour of screaming through my home, I had her escorted from the premises with cuffs tightly bound around her wrists and cops at her back. The press was in full force and all afternoon, footage of Mom has been splashed across every news outlet in the country.
I’m not usually one to allow my family bullshit to get out like that, but taking down that woman needed to be done with the eyes of the world on her. She’s too good at hiding behind her precious reputation, but fuck it. I blew that shit right out of the water today and now the world will know exactly who she is. Her reputation be damned. She’s nothing but a gold-digging bitch anyways. What kind of woman blows through that much cash and then goes after her children’s? I didn’t think it was physically possible but Laurelle Carrington has been proving me wrong since the day I was born.
Crouching by the window of the shitty warehouse that Marco DeCarlo has been calling home for the last two years, I grip the gun that’s been waiting in the waistband of my jeans. My finger runs over the trigger, feeling the power it holds.
This motherfucker is finished.
Memories of Maryne begging for her life filter through my mind. Harrison desperately trying to protect her, Ocean standing beside me terrified, Maryne on the ground being dragged from the wine cellar by her hair.
The gun forced under her chin.
That haunting echo of the gunshot.
The blood.
Ocean’s scream.
Maryne would have been so fucking scared and I just stood there, unable to do a fucking thing, but that ends now. Marco will not get away with this. Tonight, he is going to learn that coming into my home and threatening my people, was the biggest fucking mistake he ever made.
Gripping the gun, I spy Marco in his cramped kitchen. His back is to me and despite the dog barking in the distance, warning him that I’m here, he’s too fucking engrossed in the cheap whore he’s hired for the night.
She sits up on the counter with her legs spread wide as Marco slams into her with a force that couldn’t be comfortable. I don’t doubt that he’s hurting her but because he’s paid for her, he thinks that she’s his to do with as he likes.
Her pained groans sound through the warehouse walls and has my jaw clenching, even more determined to finish him. It’s pretty fucking obvious that he’s hurting her, but he couldn’t care less.
I wonder if she knew what she was getting herself into when she showed up here tonight.
Marco DeCarlo is fucking scum. He has zero respect for anyone but himself, but I guess after tonight, that won’t matter because I won’t be leaving this shitty warehouse until it’s done.
I just know that Ocean is going to find out about this. With her connections to the Black Widows, she’ll know what I've done before the night is out and she’s going to hate me for it.
I stopped her from taking revenge on Jude and ending his life knowing the guilt that would have sat on her chest until her dying days. She’s too good, too pure, but me? I’ve been a fucking goner since the day I was born. There’s nothing good left. The only good I have comes from Ocean. She makes me a better person, she makes me want to be her everything.
She won’t forgive me for this. She thinks I'm stronger, she thinks I have self-control, she thinks I’m different from the guys she grew up with but she’s wrong. I'm just like them. The things I’ve done … fuck, I’m not proud of myself, but I’m my father’s son. If only she knew who I really was, she’d hate me.
I’ve seen the way she pulled away from Nic when she saw him end another man’s life and it would kill me if she did the same to me. She’s too fucking precious. I want her with me all the time. She thinks she’s this big badass bitch who can face down anything, but truth be told, she’s like a little puppy with a nasty bite. She needs to be protected at all costs because girls like her are fucking rare.