Temper (Knights of Fury #3) - Chantal Fernando Page 0,68

Saint throws me a look that clearly says shut the fuck up, but how dare she? This old woman is holding on to the past, on to something that doesn’t even exist anymore. She’s not a Knight. She knows nothing about loyalty, about family. She doesn’t even love her own daughter like a mother is supposed to.

“You know nothing. The club will chew you up and spit you out just like they did me.” She sneers.

The back door flies open again, but this time I have to do a double take at who I see standing there.

“What are you doing here?” I ask my father, frowning. Does he have something to do with this?

Grayson is standing there in a three-piece pinstripe suit. He looks strong and powerful. This is the kingpin I’ve heard about, amber eyes that match my own jumping between me and Georgia. “Get the fuck out of here if you ever want to work in this city again,” he says in a deathly tone to the hitmen.

It was like all the air got sucked out of the room. The four men immediately start filing out of the room, almost tripping over one another.

“You signed a contract!” Georgia screams at them as they leave. “And you work for me until that contract is done! Don’t you dare listen to him.”

When she realizes they aren’t going to come back, she turns her lunacy on Saint. “What are you going to do? You can’t hurt me. My daughter is the love of your life, so I’m untouchable. None of you would ever so much as lay a finger on me, especially in front of my son, which means I will win every fucking time. I don’t care which of you die, but none of you have the balls to do anything to me. Skylar won’t allow it—”

I aim at her foot and pull the trigger. I don’t know what comes over me, whether it was her speech or the fact that she almost had the man I love killed, but I’m done with her shit.

“Skylar might be the love of Saint’s life, but she’s not mine. Temper is, and you chose to fuck with him,” I say, as she gasps, blood pouring on the floor.

“Oh my God!” she cries out, trying to stop the bleeding with her hands. “Help me!”

Logan takes off his jacket and helps his mom stop the bleeding, knowing that while it’s probably very painful, she won’t die from it. He probably doesn’t like me much right now, but I owe him a solid, because he really helped us here today.

He turns to Grayson. “Neville, what are you doing here? How are you involved with this? I thought you and my mom split up.”

Neville?

Wait, Grayson is Neville? The farmer husband?

Hold the fucking phone. How many fucking aliases does this man have?

“You went after my daughter,” he says to Georgia, tone cold and emotionless. “That’s where you fucked up. And now you’ve lost everything. The second you sent those mercenaries near Abbie, you fucked up your life. I kicked you out of the house because I was done with you, but never did I think you’d be so stupid to go after her twice.”

“I didn’t know she was your daughter then!” Georgia defends herself, crying. “How was I supposed to know? You didn’t even know! And she walked into this bar; I didn’t go after her. She came after me.”

Which is actually true, but she had something that belonged to me.

I look at Grayson, who turns his back on Georgia and comes straight to me. I have so many questions that want to come out, but he speaks first. “There will be a time for explanation, but not today. Get out of here, Abbie. I’ll take care of everything, okay?”

I have so many questions right now, I don’t even know where to start.

Saint grabs for my arm, taking the gun from my hand. “Come on, let’s get out of here. Let’s process this Neville thing later, because I’m as fucking confused as you are.”

Leaving Georgia bleeding on the floor but very much