Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Cain looked down at his son, and this time he truly looked at him. What he saw disappointed him. This was his son, and yet there was no way he would allow any son of his to behave in this manner.
Danny was currently cuffed to a bed. It could be called house arrest, but the truth was, he was bound to a room that had a toilet in the corner, a bed, and a single window. The window also had bars around it. At best, he was in a prison, just one with a little more luxury.
He dragged the chair over to the bed and looked at his son, seeing all the signs of an addict desperate for his next fix. This is why he went to the Bratva. Someone had started selling his son drugs, and he was doing everything he could to get his next fix.
Staring at him, a hatred began to fester.
“What are you staring at?” Danny asked.
Cain stayed silent.
“Are you wondering where you went wrong? Thinking about the boy you once knew? You were a shitty father, and a fuckup,” Danny said, and laughed. “I guess that makes me exactly like you.”
“You’re right. I was a shitty father, but you as a son were just as big a fuckup and a disappointment.”
Danny glared at him, his nostrils flaring, but something must have triggered in his mind to keep him quiet.
“Did you know the world is full of kids that are unwanted, unloved?”
Danny rolled his eyes. “Is this where you tell me I had it better because I was loved and wanted?”
Cain chuckled. “You were not fucking wanted, not by a long shot, and if I did have any love for you, you’ve destroyed that by raping women. There are a few kinds of people in this world that I can’t stand. Child molesters, abusers, and rapists. They’re pieces of shit and don’t deserve to breathe air.”
His son went pale.
“You’re a child I didn’t want, but rather than toss you in the trash, I took care of you. I paid many people to give you the love and comfort you needed. You had a great education. Whatever you wanted, you got. There are children starving who haven’t done a thing wrong to deserve the life they’ve been given. So, you had everything you wanted—money, power, food, anything, and it’s not made you better. You’re a piece of shit who simply doesn’t like the word no. The other problem I have with you is, you’re starting to make a ton of enemies.”
Danny snorted. “You think I’m the one making enemies?”
“I don’t just think it, son, I know it. I know there are a lot of men and women who would love to have ten minutes alone with you, and what’s more, I’d let them.”
He stared at his son and knew there was no love between them. He didn’t love his son and probably never had. Sure, there were odd moments where he had no choice but to be a father. He’d not wanted to, and those moments were few and far between. Danny had always been spoiled. He’d always wanted more, and over the years, even as a child, there had been so many complaints about his personality.
“That figures, you’d let them hurt your own son,” Danny said.
“You mistake me, Danny. I wouldn’t just let them hurt you. I’d let them kill you.”
His son looked at him, and it seemed for the first time in all of Danny’s twenty years, he’d finally gotten his attention.
Danny was just a little younger than Leah, and yet, this piece of shit had done so much damage to a lot of people. If Leah hadn’t been able to protect herself, he just knew she would be like a lot of other women.
“Keep on this path, Danny, and I promise it will end very badly for you.”
Danny didn’t say a word, and Cain had told him all that needed to be said. Getting to his feet, he walked to the door and opened it.
“You know, I’ve always hated you,” Danny said.
Cain looked toward his son and smiled. “Strange, I’ve not always hated you, but I do now.”
With that, he left the room and made his way out of the house, back to his car.
Danny was a problem, and he doubted his son was ever going to stop being one. Running fingers through his hair, he took several deep breaths of air. It was fresh as the house was quite deep in the country.
He only ever used it to help with problems, like kidnapping his son and forcing him to be chained to a bed against his will. It was for his own good, even if he didn’t see it that way.
Cain was just about to reach for the car door handle when his cell phone went off. Reaching into his jacket pocket, he saw it was a call coming from Lewis, the same guy he used to get all the information he needed about Leah.