“What the fuck are you doing here? And how the hell did you find me?” I go to slam the door in her face when my mother shoves me aside, walking in like she owns the place.
“Get out,” I yell to the both of them. Fuckwad strolls in with a self-righteous smirk on his face. I ought to beat him until he begs me stop, then turn around and cut his balls off.
“It’s been five years, son. I need to speak with you. You don’t return my calls or my letters, therefore you left me with no other choice than to track you down.” Her shady little eyes scan my entire living room. It’s boring, just like this conversation is.
“Well, you didn’t have to bring a pile of fucking dog shit with you.” I curl my lip and lift a brow, daring my so-called half-brother to say one goddamned word.
“Aidan, enough. I did not come here to argue,” she carries on.
“If this is about the land, you’ve wasted a trip. You know damn well I’m not selling it, so take your fancy ass and leave. I’ve got way more important people to see than the two of you.”
“Looking around this place, I’d say you’re the fancy one now.” Fuckface has the nerve to speak.
I walk casually to him until we’re near chest-to-chest. He’s bulked up over the years, but still stands a good couple of inches or so shorter than me. I have no qualms about taking this pussy down, right the fuck here.
While the two of us stare each other down, my mother starts to speak.
“Ryan’s dead.” I crane my neck to look at her, the urge to laugh about my step-dad’s death scratching at my throat.
“And how is this my problem? Let him rot.” I may sound unsympathetic. For good reason. I hated that bastard about as much as I hate his son standing here, stinking up my apartment.
“I… I need you to come home,” she stutters.
“I am home.” Knowing damn well what she means, the notion to rile these two up kicks into high gear.
“We need your help.” She reaches up to place her arm on my shoulder, and I swat her away. I will never hit a woman, but this person in front of me is the description of the female devil. She’s as dark, calculating, and manipulating as they come.
“Fuck you. And fuck you, too,” I point to Ryan Drexler Junior. “You two are nothing to me. I don’t care if you need my help. Figure it out on your own. Call your lawyers. Call Freddy motherfucking Krueger. I will never step foot in your house again. Now, I would appreciate it if you got the hell out of mine.” I don’t want to hear any more of their shit. Whatever kind of help they need, they can find it from someone else. I move to open my door, but before my hand even reaches for the doorknob, the words barely fall from Junior’s lips, yet I hear them.
“What did you say?” My back is to the two of them. I heard the little prick, but I need him to repeat it; as self-centered as he is, it has to make his skin crawl to say those words. To pull them straight out of his ass, knowing his dad wasn’t as perfect as he made himself out to be.
“I said, my dad has another family.” The vibration in my shoulders caused by my laughing must not sit well with Alexis Drexler, because she gasps loudly.
“That is the funniest thing I have heard in a long time.” I flip my body around to look at the two of them.
“You think this is fucking funny?” Ryan seethes at me.
“I think it’s very fucking funny. Especially when our mother here used to fuck around on your dad all the time. Isn’t that right, Alexis? Do you know if Junior here is really Ryan’s or is he a bastard, too?” Fake tears start strolling down her face.
“Fuck you. I have a half-sister, who’s twenty-three years old. She wants some of dad’s money. She doesn’t deserve a dime,” Junior sneers.
“What does this have to do with me? I couldn’t care less about the fact he had another family or if she even gets it all. I hope she does. Christ, what’s wrong with you people?” I knew they were money hungry animals. Ryan’s glaring at me like the world owes him everything. And Alexis has her head cast down. Then suddenly she straightens herself out and looks me up and down, her aspect bitter.
“I want you to kill them,” she finally says. This time I heard her loud and very fucking clear.
CHAPTER FOUR
DEIDRE
“Alina, no. I… I’m not ready yet.” Startling the both of us, she sighs into the phone while I fidget in my chair. And damn it, I do not fidget.
I’m sitting at my kitchen table, drinking coffee and applying makeup. Why I’m attempting to apply makeup is beyond me. It’s not like I was planning on going anywhere or expecting any visitors.