Chapter seventy three

Dallas

“I. Don't. Want. To. Hear. It.” I said, punctuating every word.

There's a reason my mother kept it from me for all those years. And I definitely don't want to know about it now. I'm still recovering from the news of my mother's death, and I definitely don't want to worry about my absent father.

Lucien took slow strides towards me, an evil grin plastered on his face. His attempt to look intimidating was hilarious, but I pressed my lips together to refrain the smile. I lifted my chin up and met his gaze. I wasn't going to give him the impression that I was scared of him.

“Well, you're going to die today anyway. Might as well know the truth about your whore mother.” He sounded so certain about my death.

“Don't sound so sure, Lucien. This isn't the first time you've tried to kill me. You didn't succeed.” I tilted my head sideways and stared at him with the same amused expression.

Oliver told me they tried to kill me at the Olympics four years ago, just after my mother's death. Apparently, Atlas made a deal with the stage lighting guy to ‘accidentally’ drop a stage light on me.

But as my luck would have it, the guy was distracted, and the competition ended quickly because I lost intentionally. I escaped death because of a bad decision and sheer luck.

I didn't even know it was possible to do that at the biggest tournament ever. But if you're as well known as Atlas in the fencing world, anything is possible for you.

He was also the one that got me banned from the Olympics. The parents of the girl who paid me called Lucien to thank him for what I did for their daughter. He took the piece of information to Atlas and the rest was history.

It finally made sense why Atlas had always been against me fighting the will. It's because I would expose him. Though, I still don't understand why Lucien kept me alive for the past four years if he tried to kill me before. It doesn't make any sense.

“Well, this time, there's no such thing as failure.” he smirked and nudged his head towards Jim.

Jim pressed the gun harder to my head as if to remind me of my impending death. Message fucking received. I just have to be really careful and drag this on for long till Oliver gets here. One wrong move and I'd be six feet under by tomorrow morning.

“Your father was married when he met your mother. He knocked her up and she got pregnant. She went as far as forcing him to marry her. Still think she wasn't a whore?”

The only reaction I gave him was slight flexing of my jaws. When I didn't reply, he continued.

“Luckily for her, the man who knocked her up paid her a lot of money, and boom, she became rich. Unfortunately, she couldn't find anyone to love her the way ‘her perfect husband’ did. She was still pining after him despite knowing he’s happily married. How sad and pathetic.” He clicked his tongue, but his expression was anything but sad.

Tears blurred my vision but I blinked them away fast.

“If you were so miserable with her, then why did you stay married to her for so long? You could have just left. She didn't need you, nor did I. Why?” my voice cracked as I spoke.

“Why do you think? For the money of course. Also, she was taking care of the twins and I couldn't afford to lose a free babysitter.”

I fought the urge to move closer to him and slap him in the face. I fisted my hands harder and took a few breaths to calm myself.

“Then why did you kill her just right before I got to see her? I was finally going to see her after so many years and you took that way. I didn't even get to say goodbye.”

Tears flowed freely from my eyes and I didn't bother to wipe them away. Memories of our last conversation flashed through my mind, intensifying my sorrow.

“Well, that was just unfortunate timing. She walked in on Atlas and I having a good time and she threatened me with divorce. I couldn't let that happen. I had to get rid of her.” He shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal.

I finally lost it. I moved closer to him slapped him hard on the face. All three of them were startled by the sudden move. It took them a few seconds to recover.

“You fucking bitch!” Atlas yelled and rushed towards Lucien.

I took advantage of Jim's slight distraction and kicked him hard in the nuts. He fell to his knees, clutching his manhood. Lucien and I rushed to pick the gun that fell out of Jim's hand, but I was faster.

I grabbed a hold of Lucien's shirt before Atlas could get to him and pressed the gun to the side of his head.

“Take a step closer and I swear to God I'll blow his fucking brains out.” I threatened, anger coursing through my veins.

Something similar to terror flashed across Atlas's eyes, but I couldn't care less.

I saw a movement behind the trees and prayed silently that it was the cops, or Oliver. I might have the upper hand now, but I was still in danger.

Atlas pulled out a gun from his belt and pointed it at me.

“Let him go.” He said, but I sensed the slight quiver in his voice and the not so subtle tremble of his hands. He wouldn't aim properly if he tries to shoot.

I held Lucien in a tight grip and used him as a human shield.

“Pull the trigger. I dare you.” I yelled at him.

I moved Lucien closer to the edge of the cliff, my eyes still on Atlas. The message was clear. One wrong move from him and his ‘epic love’ goes off the cliff.

“I would think twice before pulling the trigger. You're surrounded, Atlas.”

I felt instant relief wash over me as I heard Oliver's voice. A few policemen stepped out of the trees surrounding us, all pointing their guns at Atlas. They must have used my moment of distraction to spread around.

Jim finally stood up and realized both his hands defensively.

“They threatened me and forced me to do it. Please, I can't go back to jail.” He begged.

I scoffed. As if he ever did meaningful jail time. He was let out after just two years courtesy of Atlas's influence.

“Pull yourself together, Jim. You're not going to jail.” Atlas snapped at him but he dropped his gun.

They advanced towards Atlas and handcuffed him. I released my grip on Lucien, my eyes locked on Oliver. I have him a small smile.

In a split second, the gun was knocked out of my hand and I was spun around, I was now hanging on the edge of the cliff. Lucien tried to push me off but I managed to keep my feet rooted to the ground.

Screams broke out behind me but I couldn't focus on them. Survival instincts kicked in and I clawed at his shirt. I managed to roll him over to the ground and–

No, no, no!!! I didn't hear my own scream as Lucien rolled off the cliff.
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