chapter 20

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reeces pov

i nod at the guards that stand outside his cell and he moves to the side

i walk in the cell and see him sitting in a chair, ropes tied around his ankles and wrists. his head is hanging down showing the he is either asleep or unconscious

i walk up to him and slap him hard, his head whips to the side and his eyes open

"what the fuck! who do you think you are?" he yells at me

"reece fucking carter stronzo (asshole)! i say at him, my voice booming through the cell

"do you have any idea what pain you've caused your own daughter! you've rapped her, beaten her, abused her! you've ruined her life! she will have scars for the rest of her life because of you!" i boom at him

"and you will fucking pay for it! your death will be slow and painful, it will be so bad you will be begging for death" i say again. his eyes widen and his face pales. fear covers his eyes

"no! please! i'm begging you! please don't hurt me! i have a daughter i have to care for!" he yells in a panicking frenzy

"a daughter you have to care for my ass! you've abused her for years, 11 fucking years. don't try to play that card with me" i yell at him, walking out of the cell

"fucking asshole lying bitch" i mutter to myself walking back into the kitchen

i walk through the door to see jordi sitting on the counter with mason standing in between her legs, both of them laughing

i ignore them and open the fridge to look for some food, i find some left overs and put them in the microwave to heat up

he shouldn't be that fucking close to her. ever herd of fucking personal space? clearly not and not on my fucking kitchen counter they are not

"reece" mason says to me, i turn around to see them in the same position as they were before

"yes mason?" i ask him, raising my eyebrow at him

"tomorrow i'll do some looking into who's stolen the shipments, wanna come with? cause i'll be heading back to the main house" he says looking at me

"yeah, i'll come. i need to get some work done anyway and i don't have an office in this house" i say to him turning my attention back to the microwave, watching my food go around in circles

5, 4, 3, 2, 1. beep, beep, beep. could that microwave go any fucking slower

"ok, will jordi be coming back as well?" mason asks me, i can practically here the smile in his voice

"if she wants, noah will be there. but ultimately, it's her decision" i say grabbing the left over mac n cheese from the microwave

i go grab a fork from the draw which just so happens to be next to them

lucky fucking me

i open the lid of the plastic container and dig into the hot mac n cheese

so good

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