Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
“Can we not talk about me, and instead talk about you?” she asked, wanting that a lot more.
“I know you think our brothers don’t care, but trust me, they do.”
Tamsin sighed. “They only ever saw me as a child.”
“You’re always going to be our kid sister, Tamsin. Marriage and shit happening is not going to change that. I don’t for a second believe they are happy with you being distant from them. Jacob helped you, and he could have left you alone to suffer at the hands of Paul Savonas. He didn’t, and that has to account for something.”
“You know, I think I liked you a lot better when you were on my team and hating them.”
“Hatred is not a good thing.”
Tamsin frowned. “I don’t for a second believe you’re who you say you are.”
She heard Landon sigh. “I know what you mean, and to a point, I’m shocked by how differently I feel. I’m not going to lie to you, Tamsin, it is a little scary. I’m not used to feeling this way about anything, yet here I am. I’m not angry anymore. I’m not … anything other than at peace, and I guess, in time, I’m hoping you will feel the same way.”
Peace. It seemed like such a foreign concept to her.
Was there any chance of her ever feeling that way about her situation?
****
Mason was angry. No, angry was too mild of a word, he was fucking livid. He was trying to stop an all-out war from breaking out with the Delcoties, and his father had stolen one of their nieces, a young girl, and locked her up somewhere.
Albert was ready to murder.
At first, Mason had argued that his father wouldn’t be that stupid, but with the evidence Albert had, there was no denying what his father was doing.
“I don’t know what the meaning is behind this, but I don’t accept it,” Albert said.
“Don’t!” Mason already had a hand on his gun, ready to kill the leader of the Delcoties if he for a second even thought of killing him.
Albert glared at him. “I was reaching for my checkbook. Candice needs to come home, safely, and in one piece.”
“Why?” Mason asked.
“She is my niece.”
Mason ran a hand down his face. The niece, Candice, had been taken two days ago. His father had been dancing with Tamsin just last night, making claims that he would put a baby inside her if Mason couldn’t. All the time, clearly looking smug, as he had taken something from the Delcoties.
“You have got to have more than that,” Mason said. “I know you trade your women for more power, making alliances with everyone and everything in sight to build up the Delcoties name. My father knows this, and he has sons.”
“And yet, your father hasn’t reached out with any kind of demands and Candice is … I will never allow her to be married to anyone. She is a special young woman.”
Mason looked at Albert and he saw the trouble he was going through.
“Why?” Mason asked. He couldn’t help but wonder if the Delcoties had a sick and twisted secret of their own.
“She has the mental age of a five-year-old. Candice is thirty years old, but has round-the-clock care,” Albert said. “She is precious to me and my family. Your father taking her is an act of cruelty. She must have … set rules and a constant … routine. She’s autistic.”
Mason kept his hand on the gun, and he sensed his brothers were equally pissed and disgusted at their father. This was a power play.
“Does Paul know this?” Mason asked.
“I have kept Candice’s identity a secret; however, with your father taking her, that can only mean one thing.”
“He knows, which means there is someone in your house giving him the clues,” Mason said. “You don’t need your checkbook.”
Albert dropped his hand. “If anything happens to Candice, it will mean war, and no matter what deal we agree to, I will slaughter every last one of you.”
“I will get your niece,” Mason said.
He knew several of his father’s hiding places, and he often took trips out there to free the girls he’d gotten stashed away. Mason was sick and tired of cleaning up his messes.
“Your father won’t agree to that.”
“I will handle Paul Savonas,” Mason said. He didn’t want to even think of Paul as his father. He had never been so disgusted and he knew the depths of depravity his father went to.
Stepping away from Albert, they concluded their meeting, and Mason waited until he and his brothers were in a safe space, which was his office. Grabbing the computer, he didn’t give a fuck, he threw it across the room. Hearing it smash as it landed on the floor didn’t make him feel any better.
Reese and Connor stood by as he destroyed his office.