“There are two bedrooms down here and four bedrooms upstairs. Gonna need to share,” Brooks says.
We take about an hour to decide on bedrooms and figure out food. It only took about two hours to get here, so it’s still early, but we’re all starving. Finn, Alex, and Porter decide to take a ride to find food. Harper and Ivy are in the kitchen, while the rest of us are in the living room and dining room. The couches are placed so that you can see the tv above the fireplace and still have a view out the windows. I’d like to come here with just Harper some time.
“The fridge is pretty well stocked,” Harper calls from the kitchen. “I’m gonna make coffee.”
The backdoor opens and we all wait to see if the guys found us food.
“Hey gorgeous, I didn’t expect you for a few more hours.”
We all jump up and grab our guns. I peek over at Harper and she’s pale. Fuck.
“Gloria? Oh fuck.” His eyes are wide when he steps in and sees us, guns drawn.
“Kingsley? What the fuck are you doing calling for my wife?”
20
Harper
I’m frozen. The coffee pot still in my hand. I’m not even breathing. My father is here and he’s looking for Gloria. He had no fucking idea we were here. The shock and lack of weapon prove that.
My eyes move between him and Brooks. Brooks is shaking with anger, his face is red, and you can see his chest rising and falling with his heavy breathing. Zane has his gun pointed right at my father’s head and I know he’s ready to pull the trigger, but he won’t. Not until they get answers.
“I asked you a mother fucking question!” Brooks yells.
My father turns his head and spots me. I drop the coffee pot, causing it to shatter into a million pieces. Pretty much how my heart feels right now.
“You look good, dear daughter,” he says.
Zane hits him across the face with his gun and my father falls to the ground. He stomps his heavy boot on my father’s chest and points the gun at him. “Don’t you ever even look at her again. She’s mine, you son of a bitch.” He kicks him with his other foot and my father groans. “Now answer my uncle,” he hisses.
“Fuck you,” my father says, laughing. He looks up at Zane and wipes the blood from his mouth. “Just pull the trigger now.”
This time it’s Zane who laughs, but it holds no humor. “Not until I get answers.”
In the next minute, I watch them all fight with my father to get him tied up and sitting in a chair. Once I see there’s no way he can move, I take a deep breath. He’s grinning, loving the fact that this is what it’s come down to. He knows he’s going to die and he’s going to try to make all of us suffer until then.
Ivy touches my shoulder and I scream. “Shit, sorry,” she whispers.
Zane runs to the kitchen and wraps his arms around me. “Fuck, babe, I’m sorry. You and Ivy go into the bedroom. You shouldn’t see this.”
Ivy rushes past us, but I pull away and step back. “No, I’m staying. I started this and I’ll be here when it ends.”
“Fuck,” he whispers.
“Harper, what the fuck is wrong with you? I’m your father. You’re just gonna stand there and allow them to kill me?” I stare into his devil eyes, all the anger, fear, and regrets come crashing over me. He never once helped me, and he expects me to help him now? His laugh pulls me back to the present. “I should’ve killed you when I had the chance!”
I push Zane out of the way and walk over to him, pulling my gun out of my purse as I pass by. I cock it back and press it against his head.
“Harper, no!” Zane yells.
“Fuck, don’t Harper,” Brooks shouts.
The others are yelling, but my focus is solely on my father. I lean close to his face, my gun still pressed against his head. “Don’t worry, Dad. I don’t need to save you from them, because they aren’t going to be the ones to kill you,” I whisper.
He is dressed in dress pants and a button down, like always. His blue eyes show no fear, no regret, no remorse. It pisses me off that even though he is tied up, his dark hair is still perfectly slicked back. He doesn’t look like a man who is scared to die. He looks like a man who is fine with the fate that awaits him. Always so calm, so put together, so cold. Fuck him.
“Babe, you can kill him, I’ll give you that. But, please let me get the answers I need first,” Zane whispers in my ear, gently grabbing my arm.