No longer my son
Seeing him groaning in pain did a little to ease my rage. I was already possessed with every bit of anger, jealousy, and bitterness I've felt since I realized he was the damned bastard who sold me off.
The primal urge to kill him echoed through my nerves. A lethal craving to snap his neck and throw him down the window. To spit on his cracked bones.
He was my son. But God, I wanna kill him!
“Vince!!” Vanessa yelled from outside the door. “Leave my son alone. Stop beating him up!”
I was way too enraged to give a flying fuck to her pleading. Balling my fist again, I waited for him to stand up. Like a damn predator eager to devour its little prey.
He stood, dangling in pain. Putting his hand up, trying to stop me from coming for him. “Fa…ther…”
The words barely came out when I landed another punch to his face. Blood flew out of his mouth, staining the wall and floor.
“That's for trying to usurp my company!”
I grabbed his shirt, pulled him closer, and slammed his back on the table. With a hand wrapped around his neck, I landed a series of punches on his face.
His screams were music to my ears. Bashing his face up like this could mar him for life but I didn't care. God knows how long I bottled up this rage. I'd die if I didn't vent it all out on him.
“THIS.IS.FOR.USING.ELENA.AS.A.DAMN.BAIT!!!”
To be honest, I was pissed about that more than anything else he did.
Using her as bait, knowing fully well what kinda agony those rogues were gonna put her through.
How the fuck didn't he stop for a second to think about the misery she was gonna go through in their hands? How angry was he at her that he'd want her to suffer like that?! How blinded was he by his craving for revenge against me, that he didn't mind whatever hell she'd go through?
How could he?! Did he never really love her?! Because if he did, he wouldn't dare put her in the same space as those scoundrels.
No matter how angry and betrayed he felt, he wouldn't have done that to her. If he loved her even the slightest bit, he wouldn't have done that to her.
Slimy piece of shit!
I know I wouldn't have. I'm so in love with her that I could never stand someone else hurting her. Not even a strand of her hair. Seeing her in pain wrecks my heart. How couldn't he feel that way too?!
“Father!”
“Do you have any idea what they did to her?!” I landed more punches on his face. “Did you see her body? Did you see those scars? What?! Did they thrill you? You loved seeing her get hurt because you were filled with that much anger?!”
“She brought it on herself when she got involved with you!” Trent fired back, pushing me off.
I staggered back, and right before I could regain stamina, he was on his feet and punched my face.
Fuck!!! My face churned so badly.
“It was all your fault, Father!” He yelled. “If you hadn't gotten involved with her, then I wouldn't have had to put her through that misery. It's all your fault!”
“Then you should have come for me from the onset!” I returned the gesture, aiming right at his nose. He fell back, squealing in pain. “If you weren't such a coward, then you would have come for me. Like this. We could have fought it out as men. But you chose the cowardly way out by putting her at risk!”
“You think I didn't want to? I spent nights imagining myself ruining your face with punches like you're doing to me right now. But that was just wishful thinking. In reality, I'd never beat you in a face-off. You know that. What I did was the only way I could come as close as beating you!”
“How the hell did you even come up with the twisted, fucked up idea of selling me off to the rogues? I'm your Father! How could you be so damn wicked?!”
“I'm your son! And yet you slept with my mate!” He burst out, panting in between. “Do you know how wretched I felt when I found out? Do you know how badly your actions broke me? You betrayed my trust first. You broke my heart!”
“Your heart or your ego?” I countered. “It can't have been your heart that got hurt. You wouldn't have gone so far. It had to be your damn ego. The fact that your older Father had your little mate mesmerized and pregnant was unacceptable. It crushed your fragile ego so badly, blinded you with a corrosive rage and the only thought that echoed in your head was to get rid of me. That way, Elena would have no choice but to force herself to love you. She'd have to forget me…”
“You shouldn't have gotten involved with her. She's my mate. She's your best friend's daughter, Father!!”
“Then what about your hanky-panky shit with Tracy?! Son, you started it. If you hadn't cheated on Elena, then maybe I wouldn't have gotten a fuck closer to her. Maybe I would have held my dick in place and not made love to her that night…”
“You're shameless, Father!” He threw another punch. I dodged it, caught that hand, twisted it and he cried out loud.
I kicked his ass and he fell over on the floor. He stayed down, wringing in pain.
“I might be shameless but I'm not a coward. I wouldn't have sold you off to rogues and pretend about it. I wouldn't have faked an accident just so I'd get Elena's attention. You fucking accused Leo of selling me off and running you over with his car…”
I crouched beside him, needing to see those eyes and what emotions lay in them. And just as I thought, they glistened with more and more guilt.
“...you turned Richard against him when it was you all along. It was you who sold me off. It was you who ran into his car, and faked those stupid injuries. So you could guilt trip Elena into coming back into your life as your mate. You delayed my men from coming to rescue me. You…went too far, Trent Walker. And you can't undo that. The minute you walked this road, you already signed a forever deal. There's no turning back.”
I stood, stepping away from him and heading for the door.
“You cease to be a Walker from today. You cease to be my son. That leaves you no right to show up here in my company. If I see you lingering around, I'll have your legs.”
“You can't do this to me, Father! You can't take away my last name!”
“I can and I already have. I intend on taking a lot more. Down to your last stinking breath."
He cussed and kicked but remained on the floor. I walked out of the hall and met an anxious Leo in the hallway.
He was alone.
“Where's Vanessa?”
“She overheard you two, man. About Elena…” Leo raked his hair with his fingers in panic. “She ran off. My guess? She's going after Elena.”
Shit.