CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
SIN
I WALK UP behind my father and Linc, my gun raised at the back of my father’s head. “Hello, Dad.”
He spins around, face turning white when his eyes meet mine. “Easton—what the hell are you doing?”
“Protecting my wife.”
His jaw sharpens. “What the fuck is going on?”
“We set you up,” I say honestly, getting to the point of his visit. “Today in your study. Our conversation, my plans with Amelia. All a lie.” Well, my phone call with Amelia was real. I called her and canceled last minute this evening. She hung up on me. I hope that means she gives up on us being together.
“What?” Linc cries, his hand still on his bleeding arm, and he kicks out a barstool to sit down. “I don’t understand.”
Looking over at my wife, I see her still holding the gun at Linc. It shakes in her hands, but she’s watching him like a hawk. I wasn’t one hundred percent on board with this idea. I felt too much could go wrong, but her father reminded me that we’d both be here watching over her. I figured my father would call and warn Linc of my plans for tonight, leaving Elli alone and vulnerable, but I didn’t expect my father to come with him. Two for one.
“What do you mean your wife?” my father snaps, as if his brain is slow at processing the situation he’s found himself in.
“We’ve been married for weeks,” Elli states, lifting her chin. I’ve never been prouder of her.
Linc softly cries, “Shit.”
“Shit is right, you son of a bitch.” I push the end of my barrel into the back of his head. “You fucked my wife in her bedroom. And you know what happens to a Lord who touches a Lady that doesn’t belong to him?”
He whimpers and I smile.
“Just wait…” my father snaps. “Just wait a second. I didn’t sign off on you marrying this fucking whore.”
I slam the gun into the side of his head, knocking him to his knees. “I didn’t need your permission,” I growl.
“Laura wanted her to marry him,” Linc states, watching my father get to his feet, blood now running down his face. “You said no.”
“I didn’t want him marrying her,” he snaps at Linc.
“Because you wanted her,” I add.
My father turns to face me, eyes narrowed. “Why would I fucking want that trash?” He points over at my wife and I hit him again, knocking him back into the side of the counter. “Fuck, Easton—”
“I know about your house,” I inform him. “The one you and James took her to.”
His face pales and I hit him again. “Did you rape my wife?”
“No.” He spits out blood onto the white marble countertop.
“Don’t fucking lie to me.” I hit him again and he stumbles back. “Tell me the truth!” I’m screaming, blood rushing in my ears, heart pounding. I know the answer, but I want to hear the bastard admit it.
Hitting him once more, he falls to his knees. I walk up to him, grab his hair with my bloody knuckles, and yank his head back, making him look at her as she stands by the island, gun still in her hand down at her side. I hold mine to his head, pressed into his temple. “Tell me the fucking truth,” I demand.
He sucks in a deep breath before spitting out blood. “The truth?” he growls. “The truth is that she had the tightest fucking cunt—”
I slam his head into the edge of the counter while watching him fall to the floor, now coughing up blood. I kick him in the stomach, making him curl up into the fetal position. I stomp on his side.
“Easton?”
“What?” I shout, turning to see my father-in-law now standing in the kitchen. Linc stares at Nicholas wide-eyed as if he’s seen a ghost.
“What the fuck is going on?” Linc whispers to himself. We both ignore him.