Her.

Seventy Three.

After Faye went off on her own exploring the house by herself, Harry was left with his family feeling all the rage in each of them. He was nervous for obvious reasons but it made him just want to crawl and run away...never looking back knowing most the hatred came from owning the family business with all the profits. It was after his father ended up in the hospital after a shootout Harry robbed it under him knowing King was next in line.

"You selfish boy." His mother exclaims slapping him hard across his face with rage. "You kept her from us all this time feeding us lies she had died; you even had a body like that looked like her!"

"Macy." His father speak, grabbing her wrist. "You know that doesn't lead anywhere."

"It for sure makes up all he's done to us!" She snaps back. "I told you he was never good!'

King shrugs, "I think this a good opportunity." He speaks making them all look at him. "She can finally put the business to use, no?"

"She can't handle it!' Harry argues but his father lifts his finger up.

"What are you proposing?"

"She has fight, Dad. We need a person who has that spark; Harry was never fit for this role." Kings voice soft. "Harry's ruined our name all over the world with the reckless shit he's done; Rose has that ability to save this business; Yes...she's not in the best shape as of now but...When she gets better, she'll sweep it."

"How do you know she won't fuck it up?" Macy questions.

"I can't guarantee that, Mom...but the minute she fucks up...I'll send you her head." Harry's eyes wide seeing King lick his teeth.

"She's my daughter!" Harry yells. "You can't do this to her!"

"You've ruined our name, Harold!" Macy yells in rage. "You fucked up everything good we had living with that cracked out whore in America!"

"I won't allow this, you hear me?" He shouts back veins popping out in his neck. "She's the only thing I have left and I'll be fucking damned to have you steal her!" He screeches grabbing a plate on the table near him before smashing it against the wall.

His father approaching with a fist but Macy stops him staring at Harry with shock, "You're sick..." Her voice as if she had cracked some code. "You love her!' She exclaims pointing a finger. "You're in love with Rose!"

"Mom-" King begins to argue but she kept on.

"That explains why you've done all this hiding and how quick you are to lose your shit!" Her voice with rage and disgust. "How you could do this to us? You fucking freak! You're in love with her!" Her voice shaky. "Harold, I raised you better than this!"

"Like mother like son, right ma?" He says calmly causing confusion with the others but Macy knew what he was talking about. "I will not like you ruin her life like you did to mine, you hear me?"

"You sick bastard." Macy spits with rage as tears spill from her eyes, "I won't let you ruin this for us. I'll kill you...I'll kill you!" She roars lunging at him but his father holds her back as she curses him in Spanish calling him all the names in his book. With Harry fixing his shirt looking to his left seeing Faye stand there in shock with his ex wife, Veronica by her side in shock as well.

His mother calming down seeing them both stand there with looks of disbelief, "Veronica." She says as Harry's eyes fall on Faye with shame. His wife standing there in a white jumper with her brown hair straight in a middle part, red lipstick as she always liked, her heart beating fast at the sight of Harry disregarding everything that was said; the only women who loved that monster.

"Rose, let me show you the room your staying." King says.

"We're staying?" Harry furrows his brows.

"Your welcomed to leave." His father snaps back as King and Faye walk off with his parents leaving Veronica and Harry alone.

"You haven't aged at all." Veronica says her voice soft with love. "It's nice to see you after...twenty eight years."

"V-"

"I don't want to hear anything about the day you left, Harry...I'm just glad your back."Her voice fulled with hurt reliving the time she gotten pregnant after the honey moon; he broke the news he was leaving with Haley who was modeling in Mexico thinking he fell in love before he convinced Veronica to get an abortion 'saving herself more heartache'.

"Wish I can say the same."

Veronica flashes a grin slipping her hand into his; His chest tightening at her touch not feeling the same spark as she was still feeling. Veronica was a very attractive women; all the good qualities a man looks for but she wasn't the one who owned his heart. "Why don't we take a walk and chat about whats been new?"

Harry looks up seeing his brother and parents walked in talking knowing Faye was alone, "Another time." He answers taking his hand away before going up the stairs with Faye in his mind, trying to give her an explanation for the argument she witnessed. He makes a left turn hearing the door down the hallway closed making his way towards it, passing the guards opening the door open seeing Faye look up at him as she sits in a chair, "Rose, I'm-"

"Sorry?" She exclaims as he closes the door. "Sorry isn't cutting shit!" Her face turned to disgust shaking her head at him, "You didn't even deny it!"

"Rose, I'm trying to right my wrongs-"

"Your my father and you...you're in love with me!" She yells slamming a fist down. "That explains so much of why you treat me the way you do-why you look at me the way you do- how your obsession with me is growing stronger- you...you freak!"

"Rose, I'm trying to show you I'm changing, give me another chance-"

"Enough!" She roars throwing her stick at him, hitting his head hard as he cries in pain. "You leave me alone, you crazed fuck!"

~

Harry stands in the kitchen drinking whiskey feeling tipsy, shirtless from just coming out the shower only in shorts exposing his chiseled abs on his perfectly toned body, smooth tanned skin exposed in the light. There was no doubt he felt like shit considering the argument between him and Faye; calling him a predator but he knew he wasn't like that in his heart...he didn't fit the term. He never admitted himself the sick love he had ; continuing to ignore it and try to be the father she needs but knowing Faye was written in disgust at him...maybe he needed to let it go.

Veronica comes from outside in a tight bikini from swimming at night, wrapping herself in a towel, "You only drink when somethings wrong." She states making him pour another glass trying his best to keep his calm. "You wanna talk about it?"

"No." He states coldly swallowing the drink whole ready to pour himself another before Veronica stops him. "What is it?"

"You know drinking only makes things worse, Harry." She says holding his hand. "You know that we can talk about it."

He shakes his head resisting the urge to speak about anything...Besides what could be said? He's an abusive narcissistic asshole whose a fucking predator? "It's getting late." He states sighing but Veronica trails her soft hand down his stomach, "Veronica, it's not the time."

"We use to fuck all over this place knowing your parents could come in." She furrows her brows.

"Veronica, I can't." He argues. "I'm not in the right head space."

"Oh, come on." She smiles pushing him gently against the counter, "Let me remind you how much you've missed."

He sighs heavily to tired to even fight back, she trails her lips down his body, taking his shorts down. He looks back to see if anyone was watching but her warm mouth around his member brings him back, he sucks a breath, "Shit." He smiles feeling her mouth bob up and down swirling her tongue around his slit growing harder by the second; feeling like this was his release of frustration. His mind so clouded with all this stress but with Veronica's mouth it all didn't matter.

He moans, throwing his head back gripping her wet hair as her motions continued faster, "V.." His voice low and deep feeling his climax approaching fast, her tongue movement driving him wild as she licks him all over, "Just like that." He smirks gripping her hair tighter his body relaxing more before he lets out a yell covering his mouth to not wake anyone up, his cock throbbing as it squirts cum onto her face, looking at her like a slut as she smiles licking it dripping off his tip.