Blood & Bone - Easy (Blood Fury MC 12)

His dark brown eyes flicked around the room, taking in the three incinerators, the equipment used for cremation and the shelves full of various urns, boxes and supplies. With wide eyes, Oliveira asked Easy, “What is this place?”

“Your final destination,” Shade answered before Easy could. Shade came around to stand in front of the chair.

Oliveira did a double-take when he got a good look at Shade under the lights, but quickly hid his reaction. “What does that mean?”

“You know what the fuck that means.” Shade’s tone was flat. Emotionless.

“You’ll pay for this!” his father had the nads to threaten.

“Been payin’ for a lotta shit my whole fuckin’ life. This ain’t gonna be one of them. Time for you to pay, instead.” Every word that passed Shade’s lips was slow and deliberate, as if he was trying hard not to use the wrong one. Every one was carefully calculated so he showed no signs of what Shade considered a weakness in front of the man who shared his DNA.

“For what? What did I do to deserve this?”

“You really don’t know?” Shade asked him.

“You have the wrong person,” Oliveira insisted.

“Guaranteed I don’t, Edmund Oliveira.”

The man’s nostrils flared. “You act like I should know you.”

“You do.”

Oliveira’s brow furrowed. He was either a damn good actor or he was just fucking stupid.

“Gonna help you out,” Shade said after a minute.

“You can help me by removing these restraints. My wife will call the police if I’m not home in time.”

Easy doubted the wife even gave a shit about him. It was hard to miss when your spouse was a serial cheater. But if she did care enough to be worried about her missing husband, then she already called since it was now early Sunday morning.

“Know what happened to your son?”

The creases in his forehead deepened. “Which son?”

“The one you had with Cecelia Bennett,” Shade answered.

All the color drained from Oliveira’s face. “Who?”

The rat bastard knew who.

“Still don’t remember her? The mother of your child? The woman who loved you before you turned around and had her set up to be abducted and sold by sex traffickers?”

Shade never knew Oliveira was involved until recently when he found out his father had been behind the whole damn thing. The only reason the man was now sitting in the hot seat.

If the motherfucker had just walked away from his second, “on the side” family, then Shade wouldn’t have hunted him down like he had done with the rest of his “owners” and handlers.

He would’ve been long forgotten.

The older man’s pale face now had a slightly green tinge to it. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

With his eyes unreadable, Shade stared at his father with a tilt to his head. “I’m sure I can help you remember, but you ain’t gonna like my methods.”

Easy wasn’t sure he’d be able to stomach Shade’s methods and he didn’t even know what they were yet.

“You need to release me,” Oliveira insisted. “You’ll regret it if you don’t.”

“Gonna regret it if I do,” Shade countered softly.

“Let me go.” This time Oliveira’s tone wasn’t demanding but bordering on pleading.

“I’ll think about it once I get some answers.”

Easy knew Shade’s version of letting the man go was a hell of a lot different than Oliveira’s.

“I don’t have any answers since I don’t know who the hell you’re talking about.”

“Like to fuck around on your wife, don’t you?”

Oliveira pinned his lips together, his face a white mask. “Wherever you got your information, I assure you, it’s wrong.”

The asshole was going to hold out as long as possible.

Shade continued as if his father hadn’t spoken. “Probably been doin’ it your whole marriage. Rich fuck like you preyin’ on vulnerable women like that. Takin’ advantage of them, screwin’ them over when they become inconvenient or a risk to your comfortable way of life.”

“Maybe he figured he had enough money to buy himself out of any inconvenience,” Easy suggested.

Oliveira’s dark eyes cut to Easy.

“Or add to his wealth by offerin’ up the women who loved him to traffickers once he was done with them,” Shade added. His words weren’t harsh or loud, it was his typical low-key, but deadly tone.

The one nobody wanted to hear, at least directed at them.

Easy wasn’t sure if Shade had proof the man had done the same to other women as he had to his mother. Even if he hadn’t, it didn’t matter, doing it to one woman was more than enough to secure his seat on the bus to hell. Shade was making sure his father was taking that ride with a one-way ticket.

Oliveira was struggling to keep his expression neutral. Since he wasn’t going to volunteer anything, Shade would have to force it from him. Easy’s brother would have no problem doing that.

“How much scratch did you put in your pocket for handin’ over Cecelia Bennett?”