Bitter Kisses (It's Just High School #3) - Thandiwe Mpofu Page 0,126
break every bone in your fucking body right now and slice your son’s fucking face right in front of you when I find him!”
“Stop, Julian,” Dad says, placing a hand over my shoulder. I shake it off.
“Tell me!”
“The only way to stop the bidding is by placing a bigger bid above all the other bids.”
In other words, the only to stop Mia from being fucking bought by a disgusting pervert is to buy her.
“And?” I demand. “What else are you not saying?”
“The bid has to be accepted.”
“By fucking who?”
“Nathan Montague.”
The fuckery of it all.
“And if that bastard refuses?” Liam seethes.
“Well then the contract will fall to the second highest bid.”
Fuck! Ad we have no idea who that might be,
“Okay, backtrack. What if your fucking stepbrother doesn’t have a say in the contract? What if he’s removed altogether?”
Dad sighs, looking tired. “It won’t work.”
“It’s a fucking good plan.”
“No, you don’t understand, son,” Dad says, looking at me now. “Nathan is the proprietor of the contract. He put some… measures in place that ensured if something were to happen to him before he accepts the bid and the money is given to him, private information about Mia will all go to some syndicates and fucking dark groups that will hunt the girl down, kidnap her but this time they will quickly put her up on some fucking black market.”
“Holy shit,” Cole whispers behind me, but I can’t look away from my Dad’s gaze.
“She’d be gone before you can even blink.”
The silence that falls over the room is fucking loud, the entire state of Cali can hear it. Nathan has to be dealt with, there’s no doubt about that, but I won’t fucking let anything happen to Mia. The bids are already on going which means only one thin.
“Whatever it takes,” I say holding my father’s gaze, surrendering to the cards I’ve been fucking dealt. It’s not like there’s another path for me now. Everything else has been eliminated.
“Son,” he says, “Are you sure about that.”
I scoff. “Isn’t this what you wanted from the beginning?” I seethe. “This is it.” This is me giving in.
We stare at each other for longer than I even know. He’s assessing me, studying me, trying to see if I mean this. Before, I had a plan to dump all this on Liam’s head but now… fate has other news for me.
“You’re wasting fucking time,” I finally snap.
“Okay, whatever it takes,” the man finally relents.
“What’s going on between you two?” Liam demands. I can’t exactly tell him what’s going to happen in the future, so I just say the only thing that I know he can accept now.
“We’re going to get Mia.”
“Damn,” Cole mutters. “Sherlock’s not going to like that. Especially after everything.”
“We’ll just have to fucking deal with that later,” I seethe, glaring at Lukas. “Dad?”
“Of course,” he says, then walks over to a locked cabinet and opens his safe. Taking out a folder, he flips through them.
“Lukas, there are two things you’re going to fucking do for me,” he says, now looking at the disgusting piece of shit who’s struggling to get up from the floor.
“W-what’s that?” Lukas stutters.
“First, you’re going to make sure the charges and the fucking fake investigation on my son that you and Nathan are running get dropped. You already know he didn’t kill your son.”
“Yes, I have enough attention from the cops already,” Lukas says.
“Because your fucking sons abused and killed a baby, only to bury it in your back yard after driving their own sister, your daughter, to kill herself?” Cole says calmly, too calmly. “As if that’s not enough, they abused and impregnated another poor kid.”
It’s as if Lukas just saw a ghost. His fucking fat face pales, his eyes widening like fucking saucers.
“You know about Kristine? Where is she?” No one says a word. We just stare at him. “Okay, I’ll do anything you ask, just please, tell me if you see that girl and my grandchild.”
“Why? So, you can abuse her some more? Sell her too?”
“No, I need an heir.”
Fucking great. Here’s another one of those.
“Well, she’s nowhere to be found so there’s that,” Dad says. “Now will you do it or not?
“I’ll do it.”
“Good. See, progress,” Dad says sarcastically. “And to think I was going to fucking squash you like a fucking bug, Matthews.”
“Yes, well, I don’t want to mess with you, John. What’s the second thing?”
It’s silent for a second. Dad glances at me. I understand the look before he says a thing. I’m not