EPILOGUE
SIN
I’M IN MY father’s study back at my parents’ house. His cell phone on the desk, paused on a video of my wife. It’s the fifth video I’ve watched so far. All the same. Some James sent my father. Some he recorded himself. Another has Linc in it.
The one in particular I’ve got open is one that I never even thought to think of. It’s Chance. He’s sitting in James’s office and my wife is bent over his desk. James fucking her cunt while Lincoln’s cock is down her throat.
I never asked Elli about what my sister meant when she barged into my bedroom and she spoke about Amelia saying I told her about James and Linc both fucking her. When I turned to ask Chance about it, he pretended to know nothing. But he did. The fucking bastard was there. Recording it. The thing was, Elli never told me how or when Linc fucked her. I never asked her to give me details and she never offered them.
When they’re done with her, they toss her to the floor where she lies there, naked from the waist down, barely conscious. She’s fucked up.
The video ends and I drop my head, running my hands through my hair, my body shaking with fury. It’s over. But knowing that isn’t enough. There’s so much that she doesn’t even remember, how much is there that we’ll never know?
Jumping to my feet, I shove everything off his desk and watch it crash to the floor. Picking up a paperweight, I throw it across the room and break a framed picture he has of our family. It was after my first year at Barrington. Who knew how long he had been sleeping with Elli by then. How many times he had seen her naked and used.
Storming over to it, I yank it off the wall and bang it against the desk, until it is nothing but shattered glass and splintered wood. I remove the picture from the remains and rip it to shreds. Then I turn and grab his golf clubs, slamming them into the wall. Over and over, enjoying the holes it leaves.
Throwing it across the room, I go over to his safe and punch in the code, hoping he hadn’t changed it since last time. It pops open and I grab the box that contains naked pictures of my wife. I throw his cell in the box and go to storm out of the study, when the door opens, bringing me to a stop.
Wide blue eyes search the destroyed room before they land on mine. “Sin—” Her eyes drop to the floor, and I realize a picture had fallen from the box. She goes to pick it up and I step on it, covering up a naked Elli from her view. Taking a step back, her watery eyes meet mine once again. “Mom told me,” my sister whispers. “I’ve tried calling Elli…” She trails off and I don’t have anything to say to that.
A lot has come to light in the last week, and it’ll take time to move on. She knows how I feel about my father, but Elli still feels ashamed. Didn’t know how my mother and sister would feel about my father raping her and as far as they all know, I killed him. The last thing I want is for them to find out about the Spade brothers.
“Will you tell her to call me?” she asks. “That I’m here for her. Whatever she needs.”
I bend down, pick up the picture, and toss it into the box. “Yeah.” I walk past her toward the door to exit, but she speaks again.
“Sin?” I turn to face her but say nothing. “I hope you made him pay for what he did to her.”
Without another word, I turn and leave the house, heading home to my wife. We’re going to have a bonfire with this box of pictures and destroy this phone.
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I STAND IN the living room, hands tucked into my slacks as I watch my wife stand out on the balcony of our cabin. We wanted a weekend away from everything. Just the two of us. Things have been so hectic for so long. It’s weird now, even though things have yet to calm down. It’s just a different kind of chaos now.
I’ve stepped in and taken over at Asher Corp. It wasn’t what I was supposed to do, but it’s what I want. Me, Elli, and Nicholas sat down and discussed the options for the company. Like I figured, Elli doesn’t want anything to do with it. She wants to follow in her mother’s footsteps as a sex therapist. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that at first, but she explained to me that she wished she had someone to talk to all those years and I couldn’t deny that I wished she had that too.
My eyes run up over her red six-inch high heels and over her exposed legs up to the hem of her black cocktail dress. We’ve got dinner reservations in an hour. I had taken a call, only to find her standing out of the balcony, looking over the town lights at the bottom of the hill. My cock hardens at the fact that her matching thong is soaked with my cum dripping out of her cunt. I love my wife and I would do anything for her, but I will always remind her that I own her. That no other man can bring her to her knees like I can. Make her beg like I can.
Life isn’t normal but I think it’s as close as it will ever be for us. She’s returned to Barrington; she’s even attending her psychology of human sexuality class. There is a new professor since I killed David, and I accompany her and sit in her seat every time she’s up there reading off what everyone thinks is an imaginary scene. It’s the biggest turn-on I’ve ever experienced. Knowing that the journal entries are about me and her. It’s like our little secret that no one gets to be a part of.
I also like to go to make Mack uncomfortable. Remind him to not fuck with my wife. I beat the shit out of him a few weeks ago. Went over to his house and broke his nose along with his jaw. He deserved to be reminded that what he did to her will not be allowed. I know Holland was the one who wanted to make her suffer because of me but Mack had an opportunity to warn her what she was really taking that night at the party, and he didn’t. That deserved consequences.
A cell rings and I pull mine out, expecting it to be another business call, only to realize it’s hers. Looking up, I see her remove it from her clutch. “Hey, Dad.”
“Hey, princess. What are you up to?” I hear him on speakerphone.
“About to go to dinner,” she states. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt your vacation…”
“You’re okay,” she assures him, sticking her ass out while she leans against the railing.
I lick my lips, thinking about dropping to my knees behind her and burying my face into her cum-dripping cunt.
“What’s going on?” Elli asks him.
“Me and Tamara are on our way to Paris,” he answers.
I let him borrow my father’s jet. Not like he’ll need it anymore. Her mother had sold Nicholas’s jet after she helped set up his death. I figured it was the least I could do for him.
“I was wondering…” He clears his throat, sounding nervous all of a sudden. “If you and Easton would like to have dinner with us when we return?”
She’s been wanting to meet his girlfriend, but she hasn’t been sure if he wanted them to meet or not. His girlfriend has no idea that he was a Lord, or that we even exist for that matter. After we made sure every threat was taken care of, I got him a new identity. Jenkins Lancaster is just an average man who works his ass off every day at Asher Corp, chasing the American dream. I fired everyone that was employed at Asher Corp that knew or could recognize him, including anyone on the board of directors. Jenkins stays behind the scenes for the most part, but you can never be too careful. I thought about giving him his brother’s identity, but he deserved a fresh start. A new name that wasn’t tainted with a past record and debt.