All or Nothing (Urban) Book 9 | The Sideline Series

Chapter 48

Thank you guys for getting Yours Truly to 2 million reads. I think it passed 2 million reads a while ago but I'm just now noticing, so thank you guys sooo much! Next, we have to get Wicked Games up to 1 million reads! Thank you guys so much. I really appreciate you guys supporting me through this ENTIRE, long ass series lol

I wasn't going to write this chapter for another few days but I figured you guys deserved it lol

Don't forget to add Heiress to your reading list because this book has 2-3 more chapters before it's over. Heiress will be the ONLY book I'm writing once this series is over and you guys don't want to miss out on that book. It's gonna be better than this entire series so be prepared for what's to come next in Heiress!

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Victoria

My heart sank when I saw the remnants of what used to be the man I loved laying in my son's hallway. I was still trapped outside of the house. I had been banging on the door and yelling for them to let me in but as soon as Daddy bashed Teddy's head in with the metal baseball bat, I went silent. I didn't know what to say when I saw his brain matter all over the ground and I no longer wanted to come in the house. How am I supposed to look at the man I love with his head bashed in and his brain matter all of my Dad and his two sons?

I know Teddy's rubbed a lot of people the wrong way in the past, me being one of those people, but he didn't deserve to die at the hands of his sons and my father. He came over here peacefully and trying to work things out with T3, for the sake of their relationship. Teddy might have been a lot of things but he actually cared about T3. He might not have showed it correctly but he did love both of his sons and wasn't expecting anything like this to happen. He was actually trying to make things better by coming over here, but just seeing what they did to my Teddy, made me bust in there my damn self.

I grabbed the door knobs and used all of my body weight to jerk them back and forth so I could open the door. Tears streamed down my face as I angrily pulled on the door but just watching the three of them stand around in there leisurely talking and laughing as if Teddy wasn't dead was killing me on the inside. All I wanted was to be close to what's left of Teddy since I didn't even get to say good bye to him.

The doors were shaking and creaking and I could hear the glass rattling around in them, so I knew I was doing something. I didn't want to destroy Theodore's house but since he wanted to do something crazy and kill his father, then I'm gonna fuck up his house. It's the least I can do before I get my hands on him since I know he conspired this plan against his father since he always wants to be the victim.

Instead of pulling on the door knobs, I took off one of my Louboutin heels and used the heel part to try to break the glass on the door. I repeatedly slammed my heel against the thick glass, creating small dents in it but that didn't even make them look my way. They knew I was out here and they knew I'd try to get in here to see him but it's like they didn't even care. They didn't care about me being out here. They didn't care about killing their father. And they damn sure didn't care about his disfigured body laying beneath them and I blame that all on Daddy. 

I didn't raise my children to be so heartless about death, that's him. He took Theodore under his wig at a vulnerable part in his life, which in turn, led him to become desensitized to killing people just like Daddy. Daddy's turning them into monster's just like him. Now I see why Mama never liked him in the streets, because it's like he's a totally different person. He's lost his mind killing Teddy because their issues were never that deep.

I banged my heel harder into the glass, finally creating a small hole the size of the heel. It wasn't big enough for me to reach inside and unlock the door but it was just big enough for the glass to become weak. I dropped my heel on the ground and took a deep breath as I looked at the small hole in the glass door. My hand balled into a fist and I slammed my fist into the weak glass door, sending glass shattering all over the place and even into my bloody hand but I didn't care. I had to get in here.