Page 68 of The Revenge You Seek

I cut him a look and it seems to tell him everything he needs to know.

"Victor?"

"Yeah, fucking Victor."

"You knew this was going to happen."

"I know," I mutter before chugging the entire bottle. "I just hoped that maybe he wouldn't."

"He's not going to cut you free no matter what you do for him."

"He might not have a fucking choice when I kill him."

Devin stares at me with an emotionless expression on his face.

I'm sure most kids would look a little horrified if anyone threatened to kill their father but it's no secret that the Harris brothers hate their sperm donor as much as I do.

Unfortunately, they also know as well as I do that we can't just take him out.

There's no fucking way I'm going to spend my life rotting in fucking jail because I couldn't control myself and end up wiping him out.

We need to be smarter than that. Smarter than him.

Our time will come—or more so the brother's time will come. By then I can only hope that I've turned my back on this life completely, although I know it's wishful thinking.

"Want to go a few rounds?" he asks, understanding my need to purge this anger and frustration out of me.

"Yeah, let's fucking go. I'll drive."

The drive to the Creek is quick. Mostly because I'm on autopilot. I pull up into the parking lot at Paddy's not remembering any of the journey or the turnings I'd taken, but my knuckles are white against the wheel with the need to blow off some steam.

The second we enter the old boxing gym, all eyes turn on us.

"Good to see they haven’t forgotten who we are," Devin mutters with amusement.

It's not likely they will any time soon seeing as we've beat most of their asses over the years.

We don't speak to anyone, not that any of our fan club try to talk to us, they just stare as we make our way to a suddenly empty ring.

Paddy sticks his head out of his office and nods in our direction before ducking back in. Probably to run and tell his boss that we're in town.

Fuck him. Fuck them.

I've had my every move dictated by that cunt this past year. He's owned my fucking ass. Yes, so far he's followed through on his end of the bargain. He made out that I had a stand-up job for the authorities when Kyle's time was up in juvie which ensured I'd get guardianship, even if it was only for a few weeks until he turned eighteen in the spring.

But in order for that to happen. I've had to do all his fucking dirty work. Most much less pleasurable than being forced to take care of the needs of Alana and whoever else he found who needed some company. Fuck knows what's wrong with their husbands. Maybe my rep is just that good.

A cocky smirk appears on my lips as I wrap my knuckles.

There was a time we'd have pulled the boxing gloves out. But Devin and I are well past that now.

We both need the pain as much as each other. We need to feel each and every hit.

I swear a silence falls over the entire gym as we step up to each other.

Lifting my hands, I crack my knuckles once more and stare Devin straight in the eyes.

I love him like a brother. But right now, and for as long we're in the ring, he's the enemy. He's his father.