“Fuck, is she okay?” he asks Grayson, running a hand through his red hair. He’s in shorts and a creased t-shirt that he’s clearly thrown on in his rush to get here.
Dom nods his head. “She’s in her room. You go up and get her and take her to yours and we’ll deal with his dad.”
Owen nods and we all hurry up the drive and to the house. I gasp when I see the hallway. He has ripped frames off the walls, and the expensive vases that were displayed on the console tables are smashed to smithereens across the floor.
“Mind you, don’t cut your feet,” Grayson warns just as I get a piece of glass between my toes, damn strappy heels.
“Fuck.” I hiss, as I lean down and pull the glass out. Grayson pauses to check I’m okay, and I gesture him to carry on with my hand. “Go. It’s just a slight cut. I’m fine.” Grayson and Dom carry on whilst Izzy and I carefully manoeuvre around the shards of broken glass.
When we come up beside where Grayson and Dom have stopped, I swear under my breath. The living room looks like a war zone, there’s not a picture on the wall and even a glass side table has been thrown into the hearse. Grayson’s dad sits in his armchair, a drink in hand.
“Well, well, if it isn’t my son!” He says, his words slurred. He holds his drink up in his hand. “Come join me.” He looks beyond Grayson and Dom. “Oh, look Everly’s here too, come in, come in,” He gestures with his hand, sloshing his drink all over himself.
“Dad, what the fuck have you done to the house?”
Mr St. Clair looks round the room with one eye closed. “I was angry,” he offers in explanation. “That fucking bitch has played me for a fool and she thinks she’s entitled to my hard earned money. Well, she can go fuck herself!” He shouts, making me flinch.
“Who, Tess?”
His dad sniggers and shakes his head. “No, Tess is too busy fucking one of my golfing buddies now.” He knocks the rest of his drink back and he staggers to his feet, making a beeline for the decanter full of whisky.
“No, you don’t,” Grayson barks in order and he reaches the decanter and grabs it before his dad has chance to get to it.
“Son, give that to me, now!” Mr St. Clair orders, glaring at his son.
“I think you have had enough,” Grayson tells him, stepping back and taking the decanter with him.
His dad steps forward, fist clenched. “If you know what’s good for you son, you’ll hand that over, or do I have to take it by force.”
“Mr St. Clair,” I say, stepping forward and his gaze snaps from the alcohol to me.
“Ah, there she is!” He says smirking. “The girl with the magic pussy who has bewitched my son.”
“Enough, Dad,” Grayson warns him, glaring at his father.
“What?” he smirks, “Its true, since she came along you’ve been this love-sick idiot. You’re just like your damn dead mother, soft in the head.”
Grayson steps forward, both his fists clenched, “Don’t you dare disrespect my mother.”
He sniggers, wobbling on his unsteady feet. “Your precious fucking mother. You think she was whiter than white? She wasn’t. She was always crying, begging me to stay at home with her, pathetic! You think I was the bad guy in our relationship, but she was a whore!” he bellows, his face contorted with anger and hate. “I don’t even know if she’s mine, you know? That precious sister of yours.”
“Don’t!” Grayson growls, stepping forward. “Don’t lie.”
“You think I’m lying? It’s the truth. She thought I didn’t know, but I knew, she was fucking our gardener. She was a whore!” He laughs, tipping his head back. “She was going to leave me, you know, and thought she could just take you with her. So I paid him off. I offered him fifty grand, and he snatched the money and never looked back. Poof,” he says with a hideous grin. “She was poison and she’ll be no better for you, son. She’ll spread her legs for anyone that gives her the time of day and she’ll destroy you in the process.” He sneers at me and is about to say more when Grayson rugby tackles him to the ground and pounds his fist into his dad’s face.
“Fuck,” Dom exclaims as he rushes over and tries to pull Grayson off of him.
At first his Dad just lies there laughing but then he hits back.
“Grayson, stop it!” Ems screams coming into the room. She pushes past us and throws herself on Grayson’s back and attempts to pull him off their dad.
Hearing Ems cries must pull him from his frenzied state as he stops mid-punch and releases the hold he has on his dad’s shirt.
“You’re not fucking worth it.” Grayson sneers, “look at you? You’re pathetic.”
Mr St. Clair holds his hand out to his daughter. “Help your daddy up, princess.”
Ems steps forward and Grayson grabs her arms and stops her in her tracks. “Leave him.”
Grayson’s dad laughs bitterly. “I have news! You’re going to have another sibling.” He looks at his son’s shocked face. “yeah that’s right, dear little Paige has played me like a fucking fiddle and trapped me. She’s fucking pregnant. She’s going to be your new step mum.”
“Like fuck she is!” Grayson hisses.
His dad smirks. “Oh, she got me good and proper, scheming with those money hungry parents of hers. Told me she was on the pill, lying bitch.” He looks over all of us and sniggers when his eyes land on his daughter. “You’re no better, barely fifteen when
