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That was three months ago, and I knew then I had to take action. Revenge has been at the forefront of my mind all my life, and I’d been waiting for the right opportunity.
Once I knew he was hurting other children—likely hundreds over the years—I couldn’t wait any longer.
Having him killed was one option. One I strongly considered.
Then when he announced his engagement to Kyra Fox, it was as if life had handed me the opportunity on a silver platter.
No, I didn’t do this to fuck her.
I did this to fuck with him.
“I’m going to bring her to the club tonight.” I suddenly told them.
“Seriously?” Parker asked.
“At least we’ll get proof of life.” Travis snickered. “Also, you know her face is all over every social channel, right?”
I smiled.
“Yes, I’m counting on it.”
“I’ll message Zayne,” Killian said. “He won’t want to miss this.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
PIERCE
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I know who has possession of my fiancé.
At least, I’m almost certain.
Maddox. My son.
What he thinks he’s going to do with Kyra and how they met are not clear, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized it was extremely possible he’s responsible for this.
Aside from a ransom, nobody would want her, and there’s been no demand.
What has been achieved is my humiliation. Of course, there are a lot of people who will be enjoying this, but I can’t think of anyone with the balls to do it.
Except perhaps my son.
Not that I know him as a grown man, but I saw the signs in those last few weeks. It’s why I sent him off to boarding school.
He was still young the night I’d told him to come to the library where my friends and I sat drinking. I’d seen the fire in Maddox’s eyes as his defiance grew, but I thought I had a little more time.
I should’ve known better.
After all, he has my DNA.
He entered the room looking pale but angry. His fear had long since been replaced with anger, and the innocence deadand gone. Just as mine had. Maddox had glanced around at my guests and then looked me right in the eye and said, “They can fuck me, but not you. Your cock is too small.”
Three of my guests had burst out laughing while I’d raged silently before saying, “You aren’t here to entertain us with your words, boy. Pull your pants down and bend over.”
A slap across his face sorted him out.
But it was the last night