The Price Of Love

Chapter 39

Jay's POV

"Why won't you let the twins talk to Clayton?" Is the first thing I ask when I walk into Issac's office without knocking.

Issac stands behind his desk, flicking through papers that are all splayed out. He glances up at me when I walk in, his jaw clenching in annoyance before looking back down.

"Been there, done that" He mutters, making me scowl.

"For fuck sake- the twins aren't us. They don't seem to even know what's happening, they won't interfere" I scoff, and Issac hums. "They know".

I glare at him. "Let them talk" I mutter, and Issac rests his fist fists down flat on his desk, leaning forward and finally giving me his attention. "No" He spits.

"I'm not asking you to let them join your training sessions- for fuck sake, I'm asking you to let them talk to him!" I yell. "Are you seriously dumb enough to believe that letting your child be happy will affect his training negatively?" I mutter, and Issac's eyes narrow on me.

I need him to let them talk. I need to go home at the end of the week knowing Clayton is not completely on his own, and that he has someone to talk to.

"Fine".

I stare at Issac in surprise. No fucking way that worked. No way it was that easy-

"But you can go home".

My heart stops.

I stare at him, trying to tell if he's joking or not. I don't know why I bother- he never jokes.

"But.." I trail off, desperately trying to not give him the reaction he wants. "You said a week-"

"That was before you came in here- demanding shit like you own the fucking place" Issac scoffs, standing up straight. "You get what you want- and I get what I want; you gone" He mutters, just as his phone rings.

He picks it up, reading the caller and sighing. He walks out from around his desk. "I want you gone in an hour," Issac says when he walks past me, the phone to his ear as he leaves his office.

I glare at his desk, my hands bawling so tightly up into fists.

I hate him.

Fuck- I wish they made a word to describe how much I fucking hate that man.

I can't leave them again.

I can't force myself to drive away. I can't leave them here for another few days on their own.

I won't. I refuse to leave them again.

Zoning out everything else, my mind only focuses on one thing;

Killing him.

I grab the gun tucked into the back of my waistband. Holding it tightly, I walk out of his office, following the sound of his voice.

I find him in the foyer, his back turned as he holds a phone to his ear, shouting orders.

Silently, I walk up behind him.

He turns when I get near, just in time for me to pistol whip him with my gun.

He falls to the ground on his knees, yelling loudly from the hit while cupping his face in his hands.

I punch him across the face hard, sending his body to the side. He lands on his stomach, groaning a bit. I give him no time, grabbing his shoulder and rolling him over before getting on top of him, and landing punch after punch to his stupid fucking face.

One for me.

One for Clayton- one for fucking all of us.

I think about Leo crying to me, thinking he had to apologize to me.