If I Break THE COMPLETE SERIES Bundle (131 page)

“Are you sure you want to travel down this rabbit hole with him. Mrs. Scott?” he says, his eyes now on me.

No I don’t want to go down any freakin’ rabbit hole! Even though it doesn’t matter now since my name might as well be Alice at this point.

“You talk to me, only me,” Collin interrupts him.

“Okay Collin,” Mr. Crestfield says calmly. He makes a signal and a moment latter a woman approaches the table.

“Could you bring me a pen and paper please,” he asks her.

“Right away Mr. Crestfield.” She’s back in an instant, handing Mr. Crestfield the items he requested and disappears right after.

“Would you like a drink darling? You look so nervous,” Mr. Crestfield chuckles.

“She’s fine. You have,” Collin looks at his watch, “about two minutes to give me your answer.”

Mr. Crestfield just smiles, scribbles something on the paper and then holds it out to Collin.

“What is this?” he asks, irritated as he looks at it. I look at it too. It’s an address.

“You may not be very interested in it but Cal is,” he says, smiling so widely you’d think he’d just won the lottery. A look of realization comes over Collin’s face. He stands up abruptly.

“Let’s go, Lauren,” he says, grabbing my arm, almost pulling me out of my chair and dragging me across the floor.

“What the hell is going on?” I ask him, tired of being clueless in all of this.

“It’s Clayton Rice’s address,” Mr. Crestfield calls out. I look back at Mr. Crestfield, my eyes widening in horror. The grip Collin had on me has completely loosened. I look at his face, the taut expression that he’d worn before gone, relaxed and a smirk replaces it.

“Hey Gorgeous, you look especially sexy tonight.”

“Cal?” I ask, hesitantly afraid to hear the answer. Out of all the times for me to want him here, now is not one of them. He walks back over to the table where Mr. Crestfield sits, looking especially pleased with himself.

“It’s been a while Cal,” he says, a grin on his face.

“Yes it has. You are a lot easier to do business with than your son,” Cal says, happily snatching up the address on the table. I rush over to Cal and grab his arms.

“You cannot do this,” I tell him tightly. He rolls his eyes and sighs as he continues walking away from me.

“Mellissa, can you make sure that Mr. Scott’s car is brought around ASAP,” I hear Mr. Crestfield say.

“Cal, this will destroy you. You cannot do this. Cal!” I plead with him. He lifts me off my feet and kisses me, and puts me down

“It’s going to be fine. Don’t worry,” he says simply and gives me a wink. I try to keep up with him but it’s hard to in these five inch heels. I stop to take them off as we’re near the entrance and as his luck may have it, our car is pulling up. He walks to the driver’s side and hops in. When I run to open the door it’s locked. He lets the window down.

“I’ve got to do this babe. It’s all going to work out. I promise,” he says and pulls away. I throw my shoe on the ground and rush back into the restaurant to where Mr. Crestfield is.

“Tell me that was a fake address!” I say desperately.

“I have a dinner to finish, if you don’t mind my dear,” he says dismissively as his companions approach the table.

“You’re welcome to join us. However, I think you have more pressing matters to attend to,” he says condescendingly. How dare he. How fucking dare he. Every ounce of intimidation I felt, gone out the window. I pick up the glass of water in front of me and toss it in his face before quickly heading to the exit.

I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what the hell to do! I don’t know who to call, who I can trust. Dexter’s father just gave him the exact location of the man he wants to kill. I don’t know who can help me. I settle on calling his mom, who doesn’t pick up. I groan and call Mr. Scott.

“Lauren. I’m so glad you called,” he says hopefully. It’s funny how much he’s changed.

“Mr. Scott. Do you know anything about Cal’s birth parents?” I ask him desperately.

“What. Why are you asking that?” he stutters.

“Collin told me that Cal wants to kill his dad named Clayton because he thinks he killed his mother, and we ended up meeting Mr. Crestfield and Collin asked for a third of his company and somehow Mr. Crestfield knew how to trigger Cal and I think he gave Cal this Clayton guy’s address and I’m pretty sure he’s on his way there to kill him.”

“Wait, what? And who is Collin?”

I’
ve been waiting on this day for a long time. Dex never came through. I feel stupid that I never went directly to the real source. Dexter Sr.

When Chris pissed all over himself after finding out his daddy was screwing his so called best friend I knew my time was coming to take over, but when she told him she had a kid that was his sister, even I couldn’t believe that shit, and good ol’ Chris just couldn’t take that blow. Unfortunately other greedy pussies stepped in, trying to keep me from claiming what’s mine.

I thought Collin was smarter than that. Asking for a third of Dexter Crestfield’s company. Fucking greedy dumbass. Chris’ weakness is his feelings, Collin’s is he thinks he’s so much smarter than everyone else. My weakness is this mother fucker’s existence sitting tied up in front of me which I’m about to eliminate very soon. I like watching him squirm. I’m enjoying it a whole lot actually.

All of the time I spent looking for him and he was right under my nose. He lived just a few blocks from the house in Ventian. I knew I was close, I just didn’t know how close, and I really want to ring those fucking PI’s necks. I’m waiting for him to wake from the blow to the back of the head I gave him. When I saw him I couldn’t believe it. The man who caused the same fucking nightmare for me again and again. It’s all going to be over soon though. He’ll be dead, the little boy in my dream can have peace and the fucker that shot my mother right in front of him will be wiped off the earth.

Then I can live in peace with Lauren and Caylen and all will be well with the world.

After a long ass hour the bitch finally starts to stir. I pull off the bag on his head and his eyes widen, and the small thread of uncertainty that I grabbed the wrong guy is gone. I’ll never forget his eyes, I see them in my dream every night.

“What’s up Pops? Remember me?” I laugh at him. I still have the tape on his mouth so he can’t speak but he shakes his head as if the more he shakes it the better his chances are to make it out of here alive, too bad for him. I don’t give a shit how he answers my questions—the only way he’s leaving this house is post mortem.

“I know you had a thousand little bastards running around but see me, I’m special. You remember my mother, Isabella?” I ask him sarcastically. The expression on his face now is priceless. He looks at me more closely and I can see the horror in his face as he recognizes he’s met his undertaker.

“Yeah. I think you do,” I nod.

“I bet you never expected to see me again did you?” I ask him.

“Then I was a helpless little boy, left crying in the pool of blood after you shot his fucking mother right in front of his face,” I growl at him. He shakes his head again and I can hear him straining to talk.

“Oh, oh it didn’t happen like that? You’re not the right guy?” I ask laughing and I hit him right on the mouth with the back of my 9 mm.

“Fucking liar. I relive what happened every night. Every single night. I will
never
forget your face,” I growl at him, disgusted as I see him crying. I stick the gun right between his eyes.

“Don’t you fucking let one more tear drop or I will start by blowing off your fucking dick,”

“Cal!” I turn around and look back to see Lauren and fucking Will Scott coming down the stairs. Stupid Chris and Dex, I forgot he was having me followed, traitor.

I point the gun at William. Lauren gasps.

“Cal what are you doing?”

“You know, as much as I can’t stand Chris, I really do owe the guy. Maybe I should just do him a favor and kill your ass too,” I joke, but neither of them are laughing.

“Cal, put the gun down,” she pleads, tears streaming from her eyes.

“Why the hell are you crying, Lauren. This is going to fix everything!”

“He’s not going to shoot me, Lauren,” William says, way too calmly.

“Oh I won’t?” I laugh, aiming at his knee.

“No!” Lauren screams. Ugh. She’s ruining everything.

“Both of you get the fuck out!”

“You’re not going to shoot me or that guy in the chair because if you do your wife, the woman that you love, will never look at you the same.”

Oh cue the violins.

“If anyone knows that it’s me, son. Gwen will never ever look at me how she did before this happened,” he pleads. I glance over at Lauren who’s crying and is looking at me like I’m the worst person in the world. I go over to Clay and smack him with the gun again.

“This is all your fault!”

“Cal! What do you remember from that night?” William yells.

“I don’t have to explain anything to you!” I shout at him.

“Don’t explain it to me. Explain it to Lauren,” he says. “Get her to understand why you have to do this.” I wonder what type of two bit reverse psychology he thinks he’s using. I really should shoot him in the fucking knee.

“Think Cal. What do you really remember,” she says, crying. I let out a groan.

“He shot my mother, Lauren. Right in front of me, he left me there until someone found me,” I tell her.

“Who found you?” she asks. I start to answer her, but I can’t. I don’t remember.

“Does it matter who found me?” I ask, frustrated with all of this.

“How clear do you remember that day? Cal, you were five,” she pleads.

“When your mother gets shot in the fucking face in front of you, that’s not something you forget!” I shout back.

“Is that really what happened?” she asks quietly. Her voice has a way of taking my anger down and I hate it.

“I talked to Helen while we were on our way here,” she says, slowly approaching me.

“Lauren, stay over there,” I tell her but she continues approaching me.

“That is not how Chris or any of the other alters remember it,” she says.

“Why don’t you like to drink?” she says.

“What does that have to do with anything?” I tell her.

“You, the one who lives on the edge, and indulges in all of life’s pleasures doesn’t like to drink?” she says, and I feel myself growing impatient.