Page 25 of Sinner's Malice

“Please stop.”

“Then tell me!” Torment shouted angrily.

Falling to my knees, I roared while tears streamed down my face.

“YES!”

Torment didn’t move as he sat there in shock.

It was one thing to assume and speculate, but the game completely changed when the truth came out. Even I knew the only way he was going to get me to say the words was to push every fucking button I had until I couldn’t hold it all in anymore.

Gasping for air, I clearly said, “I was four when he found me. Every year, no matter where I was at, he found me, paid off my foster parents, and took me back to Florida. He taught, trained, and molded me into the man I am now. Even when I knew it was wrong, I still went back to him. Like an addict seeking his next fix. He was my drug. I couldn’t stop myself.”

Silence surrounded me, and when I turned to look at Torment, I found him staring intently at me.

“I didn’t age out of the system at eighteen like everyone believes. I was fifteen when I left. I left because I knew if I went back into the system, he would find me again. He always found me. And when he did, he would force me to have sex with her. That was his goal all along. All the beatings, the torture, the rapes were to make me into a carbon copy of him.”

“Who did he want you to have sex with?”

Looking at the only man on the planet who now knew my deepest secrets, I revealed my darkest shame. “My mother.”

I gave him credit.

He held it together.

Not even a flinch.

Just thinking about it made me want to vomit.

“Malice, you are not your father. You saved your mother and sister. They are safe. Your mother is recovering and getting thehelp she needs, and Ivy is protected. She is loved. Luc will kill anyone who touches her. You know that, don’t you?”

“Still doesn’t remove the stain he left on my soul. I am damned, Zander. Damned to spend an eternity in Hell for what he turned me into.”

“No, you are not.” Torment shook his head vehemently. “You are nothing like your father.”

“I hurt her,” I whispered, looking at him, showing him my fear. “I didn’t mean to, but every time I’m around her, all I want to do is punish her.”

“Who?”

“Arianwen.”

Torment slowly stood.

Fear and concern etched in his face in stone.

“What did you do, Malice?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

I knew he knew, but he needed me to say the words. Because once they were out there, I wouldn’t be able to take them back.

So, I said the words he needed to hear.

“I claimed her.”

“Silver!” Torment shouted as he rushed past me into her penthouse. “Silver, where are you?”

Running down the hall, he kicked open her bedroom door, only to stop dead in his tracks.

“Holy mother of God.”