Your greatest mistake

Chapter 20.

I am too shocked to move or register what has happened. I cradle my father's lifeless body as the sound of Bonney's high heels clop loudly on the polished marble floors.

"Why?" I hiss. The words come again, finally finding a small part of my brain.

"I told you why. Once Victor told me he was telling you I came as fast as I could, but he had already done it against my wishes, and knowing you would run to Daddy I came straight here to do damage control."

Her words are careless as she removes her white travel gloves now obviously covered in gun residue.

"He always knew. You didn't need to kill him. He always knew!"

She looks down at my dad's body still in my arms without a care or a hint of remorse. "Oh well. It was his time anyway. Parkinson's was not killing him fast enough."

I let my dad's body down, sitting him gently in his chair and I rise to my feet. Bonney stairs me down without fear.

"Victor gave you a selection for a new bride. Pick one and get things back on track. We need an heir and you need to fix things with Victor since you walked out on him. He's worried and thinks you're unstable right now."

I listen to her dribble as my pain rolls into rage, bubbling beyond anything I have ever known.

"Why do I need to give you another heir when you already have one?"

"Everything has been taken. I came back to get Victor's help. Everything we had is gone, seized. Without Victor we are sunk, so you will get your ass back to Victor and tell him you agree to everything he wants."

My hands are shaking with rage. I can't think of anything greater than killing my mother in the most horrific way.

She strides past me. "Get this mess cleaned up. At the funeral we will say he finally succumbed to his sickness."

"Don't you think the bullet hole in his head will be a dead giveaway?" I spit in fury.

"They will say what I want them to say with a closed casket and no one will know none the wiser."

"Where is my child?" I hiss as calmly as I can.

"David is none of your concern. We have far more important things to worry about."

"David? I have a son?" I ask a little more pleasantly with this new information.

She looks at me realizing what she just did. She thinks for a moment. "Yes, I named him David Alexander Harlen."

I have a son. It doesn't matter what I lose. I still have more that they can take from me and even control me with. I release my fists knowing I can't hurt her if I want my son's safety, the only thing I have left of Loralie.

Just as Bonney said, Dad's death was written off as his Parkinson's finally taking him.

I watch on as the only parent that ever loved me is sent off in the most public show. It makes me sick. I look over to where I see my mother dressed in black. Her performance is award winning. She is crying real tears, real fucking tears!

I grit my teeth thinking of all the ways I wish I could watch her die. A bullet to the head is far too quick for her. I hope when her time is up I am there and I hope it is good because if I can find a way, I will sell my soul to the devil for the chance. I want her out of my life for good.

The altar has a big, flashy casket, closed of course. His body is already cremated. This is all for show and the demon bitch in the front is putting on a great one.