Yeah, buddy, don’t think I didn’t guess that you and Kendra were hooking up while your late wife was still alive. Pathetic. If I ever found that Matthias did that to me, I would cut his dick off and staple it to his forehead.
Limp dick leader would be his new name.
“Your mother is not a victim.”
“Stop talking about her like she’s still alive, you fucking bitch,” I roar, my hand coming down on her face.
“Ava!” Dante surges forward to pull me away from Kendra, but Matthias intervenes, holding him back.
“It is a small slap,” Matthias grumbles. “She is fine.”
Vas snorts. “For how long?”
“She won’t hurt the baby,” Matthias assures Dante. “Let her work this out. It is a long time coming.”
The slap stings my hand, leaving a weak red handprint on Kendra’s cheek. I let go of her hair in my rage, and she slumpsback to the floor, holding her cheek with a shocked expression coating her face.
Then she looks up at me and smirks.
“I thought you would have figured that part out by now.” She chuckles mirthlessly. “Ward men don’t let anything go.”
“What are you saying?”
My chest tightens painfully, breaths coming fast as my heart beats against my ribcage.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
It is all I can hear as I wait with bated breath for her next words. She can’t mean what I think she means. There is no way. I have seen the death certificate. The crime scene photos. The autopsy.
Kendra is lying.
She has to be.
Otherwise, she would have come for me. Her heart. Her star. She wouldn’t have left me all alone.
“You honestly think my husband let her die?” Kendra scoffs. “No, your mother is very much alive.” Then she shrugs. “Well, as alive as she can be anyway. Comas are a bit of a bitch.”
My mother is alive.
My mother is alive.
My mother is alive.
thirty-eight
There is nothing that could have prepared me for this moment. Even in my wildest dreams, I could never have imagined the scene before me. She is lying there, arms at her sides, hooked up to wires and lines and tubes.
I press my hand against the cool viewing glass, yearning to be inside the room with her. Sitting by her side. There are a few things to take care of first, and I don’t want the darkness I am about to unleash to taint her sleep.
Dante had to feed Kendra some platitudes before she was willing to give up my mother’s location. It is too bad she is pregnant. It would have been much more fun to hear her beg after I pummeled her plastic face.
“You honestly think he would have let her die?” she snarls. “Then you have no idea how far his obsession went. Just like Christian’s obsession with you.”
“Funny thing,” I tell her. “We haven’t heard anything from your son. If he was truly obsessed, he would have been drivento pursue me, and since the bombing of the stables, he hasn’t been heard from.”
“Does a grand master voice his move before he strikes?”
Ugh, did she just compare her son to a grand master of chess?