Stronger

Deacon POV:

He’d grown up into quite an intimidating man and I had to admit I was surprised. When he’d turned around I knew he’d gut me if given the chance. That was a true man, not one begging for love and acceptance but one who knew he was in charge and Grayson had known he wasn’t.

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He could tell that gunman wasn’t the only one I’d brought. He knew that I’d have killed him in a second it was reassuring in a way to know that he wasn’t as much of a fool. Not needing me the way he used to, it was such an issue for him as a child that I wouldn’t give him attention, I had bigger things on my mind.

It seems my absence finally gave the boy clarity, I almost looked forward to this challenge. I couldn’t let my protection die with some members still out there looking to do away with me. I needed a wolf’s strength and ability to heal to defend me from them, although I’m unsure this wolf was the right one. Now that I’d seen him in a fight he was much more flimsy in my eyes.

“Clean yourself up,” I threw a towel at the wolf sitting across from me in the car.

“Thank you for your assistance,” He picked up the rag with his unbroken hand and began wiping the blood from his

face.

“Assistance?” I repeated, I simmered in quiet fury as he looked at me as if asking what he’d said wrong. I whipped my hand out striking him across the face.

“Bryson,” I called to my driver who stopped and I took the gun he handed me cocking it and pointing it at the little.

twit.

“Let’s get one thing straight you represent me now, so failure is no longer an option I need your healing ability. I can

however hire rogues who will do whatever it takes,”

“You won’t shoot me,” He scoffed.

I let a bullet lose into his foot. He wailed like a toddler and I pulled his hair up. “Pull yourself together, you’ll need to be on your toes at all times to beat my son, and believe me he won’t back down now,”

That’s not what I would do and it’s not what she would tell him to do. His mother would see this as the final betrayal and I remember what she said to me when I left her. She wouldn’t let this go but I had made the decision so now I had to accept the consequences and finish this.

“He will burn you alive if it means this ends, because that’s what I’d do,” I explained to him but it didn’t seem to sink

ad done some research on him, his father was a simpleton who’d let his anger put him in a fight he couldn’t win but the son seemed to have come out unscathed and with better alliances than his father. I had thought at the time that he’d been smarter and had used his father as a shield to get what he wanted, now I see he was just as moronic.

I couldn’t have a motor on my side so it was best to take the reins from him and do what needed to be done.

“You are just as much of a prick as your son,” he growled.

“Here is the new deal, you are going to give me the best protection you have, and I do mean the best. I will then help you defeat Grayson after that you’ll be free of me,” I kept the gun on him and he looked at it weighing his options I believe he knew what would happen if he disagreed.

“Fine,” He sighed and continued to wipe himself off.

“Good,” I handed the gun back and we kept moving.

I had to solve this problem and figure out all sides, if I could get out of this I should. It wasn’t smart to go against two people who’ve had a decade–long hatred for me. If he could have killed me tonight he would have and that stayed in my mind.

To most men looking into the eyes of their offspring and seeing our hatred and willingness to kill would crush their spirits, but I was not an average man. My son wasn’t either, was it pride I felt seeing him stand against me? He was much more worthy of attention now than he was when he was young.

If I asked him to walk away if I gave him his wife and sent them off would he do it, then her eyes flashed in my mind.

The day I left the fury of a woman scorned came out tenfold of the mother of my child. She’d cursed me out of the house and sent me off with a promise of agony if I ever came back. She would come for me to go against our son. I wouldn’t get out of this alive if she was still around.

Of all the things I left, she was the easiest to turn away from, a fan of morals and responsibilities. Fire for her people, not her husband, anger for me never her people. They always had taken up her time and her energy and she thrived off it but when she looked at me she cringed at my ambition and my drive.

She’d called me greedy, selfish, cruel. She’d babied our son and coddled him showering him in love and affection and softening him against a harsh and unforgiving world didn’t she see he needed to stand on his own two feet like I did?

Now I had the upper hand and when I thought of her I realized 12 years does nothing to cool an angry probably felt the same.

mind. She’d

Amaria….

Well all is fair in love and war

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