Reject You to Break You (To Reach You Book 2)

Chapter Sixty-One: All Fucking Along

Ridge-

I slam him on the wall. He looks up, eyes wide. 

"What the hell, Ridge?" Uncle Harris spits out, unable to move. He's a flabby man, with a stomach and lots of fat, there's no way he could ever remotely get out of my hold unless I wanted him to. 

"It was you...ALL FUCKING ALONG!" I growl, slamming him harder.

I wish he'd tried to deny it. But he doesn't. Instead, his face takes on a maniacal look as I find myself putting him down. 

"Why?" I croak out, shaking my head. "You wanted me dead, you killed my mate's best friend, you almost killed her, you took my dad's company to the ground, why the fuck did you do it?" 

He chuckles bitterly. Everyone is silent. I feel mom's gaze at the back of my head, but I don't turn around. The air is suffocating and everyone knows it. 

"Why?" he repeats. "You're asking me why, Ridge Monroe?"

He shoves me out of the way and I don't try to resist. He's confirming it. 

"You!" he points a finger at my dad, whose eyes are wide with hurt and shock. "I've always hated you! You get all of it, the castle, the fortune, the alpha rank, YOU FUCKING HAD IT ALL!"

"SO YOU TRY TO KILL MY SON? BECAUSE OF JEALOUSY?" Dad roars back, his eyes blazing with anger. "AND YOU KILL NORTH'S FRIEND AND ENDANGER HER AND MY SON'S LIFE?"

"And you got her too," Harris says and we all glance to where he's looking: mom. 

Harris had a thing for my mom?

"I loved her," he says, glaring at mom, who's looking at him with utter disbelief. 

"LOVED ME?" mom growls, her Luna side coming out. "You were obsessed with me, you wanted to date me and you couldn't take a hint when I said no! You steal your own brother because you wanted his mate?" Mom's authorizing voice is laced with disgust. "MY OWN SON, YOU FUCKER! MY MATE, YOU MOTHERFUCKING PIECE OF SCUM!" Mom screams launching at Harris and Dad barely stops her in time. Harris may be flabby, but he could beat my mom if he wanted to. 

"You had the company too," Harris says, chuckling. "You've always had the company, and all of it. So yeah, you could keep the company, but sorry, big bro, money's all mine now,"

"You're delusional," Dad breathes with disgust, still keeping momma's tiny form at bay. 

"Simon Davies was my best friend!" he shouts. "Your sister's husband killed him!" he motions to North who takes a step back. My wolf growls in warning, making sure that he goes nowhere near her. 

"That was after!" North says, her body shaking with rage. "That was after you killed Eaton! How you almost killed Harlow! How you tried to kill Ridge and his friends!"

"It doesn't matter," he sing-songs. "It don't matter, because none of you fuckers have proof, you can find out all you want about me and the Priestleys, but it won't change a thing unless you have proof,"

"So you admit it then," Tate says, sounding calm. "You admit that it was hitting two birds with one stone? You ruin Mr. Monroe's life and you help the Priestleys, get even more money?"

"Bitch, of course, I'm their fucking controller, I'm the top one and all of them know it, you can know all you want about me, bitch, but it won't change a damn thing,"

"DON'T YOU FUCKING CALL HER THAT!" Jack roars, a vein pulsing in his head, Tate puts a hand on his arm and he immediately calms, although his eyes are still blazing. 

"I wouldn't be so sure about the proof if I were you," North is the one sing-songing now, taking a seat beside Tate. We all turn to look at her...just as Tate raises her phone, who's recording this entire conversation. 

Damn wittiness, Tate Morgan. 

Eyes wide with panic, Harris tries to pounce on Tate, but in a flash Cayne is holding him back, with his Hulk-like form, making it impossible for Harris to move a limb. "Dylan, call the police,"

"On it," he says, raising the phone to his ears. 

Two Days Later-

"Tate, out," I command, and both girls turn around to face me. North's head tilts in confusion but Tate smiles slyly, looking between the two of us. "I'll leave you two...alone,"

North's eyes widen. "Nope, you're staying here,"

"Really I have to feed Levi..." Tate trails off as she snickers and runs off.

"You really should get some more loyal friends," I smirk, voice lowering. 

Like a deer in headlights, North back away until she hits the kitchen island. "Probably...yeah, can I help you, Ridge?" she says innocently. 

I growl, before picking her up and putting her on the edge of the island, sucking on her neck. She pulls in a sharp breath clutching my shoulders. 

"We're not friends, got that? We get to fuck and kiss and make goo-goo eyes at each other, got that Jacobs,"

"Ridge..." she moans as one of my hands slip inside her panties. 

"Oh yeah, and you're fucking mine, if I see you talking to an unmated fucker you'll be attending his funeral the next day, and I get to fuck you whenever I want, whatever way I want, and I get to tell you "I love you," without seeming like a pussy. You're mine, no questions,"

"Yes," she breathes, hips rolling against my finger. 

Teasing her, I pull my hand out and she whimpers in protest. "Didn't hear you, kitten," I purr, lips close to hers. "YES!" she moans as I kiss her neck. "All yours, all yours," she chants. 

"Good girl," I smirk. 

"Are you two going to start fucking? Please don't start fucking, I mean the parent book says a kid shouldn't see his uncle fucking until...how about never," Jack grumbles, waltzing in casually with Levi bouncing in his arms as he drinks from his bottle. 

No longer under my spell, North glares at me. "Is that what you're going to do to get everything you want?"

"Yeah probably,"

"And I mean, if mom catches you two fucking..." Jack trails off. 

"We're not fucking," North snaps, annoyed. 

"Yet," I add.

Jack shudders. 

Levi burps.