Page 30 of Devil's Sinner

"I don't know," he insisted, and I tossed him on the ground before commanding my men to search the house.

"Find her," I demanded. "Do whatever you have to, just fucking find Violet Cabot."

The men dispersed, leaving me alone with my father.

I wanted to hurt him. And I allowed myself to lose control, kicking the man over and over again while he lay on the floor.

"You're fucking whipped," my father managed to get out, spitting out blood. "You're whipped by this little girl, and the worst part is, you don't even realize it."

The red mist descended. I could have killed him then and there, but there was a cool calculation behind my moves as I approached him, lifting him up by his shirt. I dragged him across the room, sending him sprawling over the stairs. The worst part was, the old bastard never tried to defend himself.

In my eyes, it made one thing very fucking clear. He was guilty as shit. That's why he didn't fight back.

"Tell me where she is or I'll kill you right here, right now," I told him.

"I don't know," he insisted brokenly. He was a bloody mess by then, but I didn't give a shit.

"Liar!" I accused him. A guard handed me Brynne's diary and I held it up in front of my father's eyes. "You know what this is, old man?"

"A notebook?" He laughed out loud. "That's all you've got?"

"It's a diary, you fucking fool," I snarled. "Brynne Davenport's diary. From before she became a Cabot."

His face turned ashen in a matter of seconds, and I knew I had him.

"Start at the beginning," I demanded. "From getting Cabot arrested."

"It wasn't me who got Cabot arrested," my father insisted.

"Well, you sure as fuck let other people think you did." My words come out in a snarl, and I stare my father down. “While swearing to me you didn’t. So which is it?”

"It was a power play." He shrugged, shaky hands feeling his jacket as if to see if something was there.

"A power play?"

"You should be familiar with those." Despite everything that was happening, my father's eyes crinkled and he smiled. "Just like you fucking Violet in front of Hugo Cabot's business partners."

I cleared my throat, unsure how he'd found out about that. "I'm not here to argue with you. I'm here to find out what you've done with my property."

"I don't have her." He shrugged nonchalantly, making me kick him again. My father groaned. "The Cabot thing... I told you the truth, but I let other people think I might have been involved. I didn't put him in jail. It was believable because of our history."

"Oh, and what a history it is," I spat out. "I know all about Brynne Davenport."

He paled at this, and I took a step forward, smirking at him.

"That's right, Dad. I know what you did to Violet's mother. And I'm going to make sure everybody knows if you don't fucking answer me. Now, I'm only going to ask you one more time. Where. The. Fuck. Are. You. Keeping. Violet?"

"I didn't take her," he insisted from the ground.

"I've had enough of your lies. It's time to start telling the truth."

"I would never hurt Brynne," Dad sputtered from the ground. "Or one of her children. I could never do it. I..."

"You what?" I snarled, positioning my boot in front of his face. My father didn't shrink back. His eyes met mine and his jaw set in place as he went on.

"I loved her too much."

"Loved?" I laughed out loud, the sound bitter and sad. "You're not capable of love, Dad. You didn't even love my mother."