Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Smart. He’s not going to confess when we could be recording him.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. What I want to know is, why?”
“Why the fuck not?” he snaps, spitting blood onto the ground. “You’re the worst thing to ever happen to me, Gabriella. I wish you had died with your mother.”
Did I ever mention that when my father is angry, he’s awful?
Like cold hearted, cruelest man you’ve ever met, awful?
“I’m not here to talk about these things,” I say, keeping my voice calm. “I’m here to tell you that you’re not getting away with this. You will go down for what you have done, you will get what you deserve, not a single thing you do will change that.”
“You think you’re going to win? I won’t say a god damned word,” he spits.
“But you will, because if you don’t, you’re not getting out of here.”
“I’m your father.”
I laugh, bitterly. “Are you? Are you really? Because fathers don’t do what you did. Fathers love their children and protect them. They don’t toss them to the wolves to get away with their own crimes.”
“The club won’t help you now they know what you’ve done.”
“They will help me, but it’s not because I deserve it, it’s because they don’t want to see men like you get away with murdering innocent women.”
His eyes flash, and he grits his teeth, but he doesn’t say anything.
“I wish every single day I wasn’t your daughter. I regret every single thing I did for you. I didn’t know it at the time, but these men are more of a family to me than you have ever been. You deserve everything you get and more.”
“I’ll take you down with me. If I go to prison I promise you that you won’t live to see another fucking day.”
I lean in close to the phone, grinning. “I’ll take my chances. There are ways, after all, to get rid of people like you.”
For a moment, for a tiny moment, I see real concern in his eyes. As if he’s just realized we’ll follow through with what we’re saying, and we’ll make sure he goes down for what he has done.
Reality has finally hit.
“Anyway,” I say, casually leaning back. “You should know that this is the end of the road for you. I hope you enjoy your prison cell, the beds are really uncomfortable. That bad back of yours is really going to suffer. Oh, and I nearly forgot, the men in there really like men who murder young women ... Oh, they’re going to have a wonderful time with you.”
He glares at me with an expression that makes my blood practically stop flowing in my veins, but I don’t let him see how much his look bothers me.
“You’re going to wish you never did this, Gabriella,” he threatens, his voice icy cold.
“Maybe,” I say, “but at least justice will be served. Tell them where the body is. Do yourself a favor. If you don’t, Brad will. And if you think he won’t, you’re wrong. He wants what you have, he wants to be the top dog, he’ll do whatever it takes to bring you down, too. The choice is yours.”
My father looks shocked by this, but he doesn’t say another word.
I yell out to Remy. “I’m done now.”
He walks over to the door and bangs on it. The phone blurs out a few times before it is handed over to someone else. “Wait, face me to him once more,” I yell.
The phone turns around. “When you’re sitting in that cell, think about the kind of person you’ve become. I’m your daughter, your own flesh and blood. You don’t deserve the fresh air you breathe. Goodbye, Father. Best of luck to you.”
Riggs closes the door and has the phone turned back on him, now.
“I’m done now. Just make him talk.”
Riggs nods.
And just like that, we’re done.
For now.
REMY AND I ARE GOING to talk.
I will sit back for a while, but I won’t do it for long. That man is going to face me, because god knows I don’t go down without a fight. I let him have his space, and I get he is angry, but I made one mistake. A big one, yes, but a mistake all the same. If he’s honestly going to give up everything we’ve shared for that, then he’s going to at least say it to my face.
I go to his house and bang on the door over and over, but he doesn’t answer.
He gave me a spare key, so I use it to unlock the door and go inside.
The second I do, I hear giggling coming from the upstairs bedroom.
Nope.
No.
No thanks.
He is not going to fuck his way out of this.
I take a deep breath and then I walk up the stairs, head held high, determination strong. If he thinks that’s how we deal with our problems, he’s about to learn the hard way that Gabriella doesn’t take any fucking shit, and she’s not going to put up with this, either.