Beneath These Scars (Beneath #4)(72)
“What the hell would Yve have anything to do with it?”
Haines’s smile turned predatory. “Ah, our little Yvie’s all grown up now. Haven’t seen much of her in years. And yet she’s once again a thorn in my side.”
I stilled at his familiar tone, everything in me going cold. “You better be ready to explain yourself.”
“You have no idea, do you? That I’ve known Yve since she was just a little thing. Six years old, maybe? Her mother is a friend of mine.”
Yve’s confession about her mother being a rich man’s mistress instantly came back, and the pieces fell together. “Her mother’s your mistress, you mean. If you’ve got something to say, Haines, just spit it out.”
He frowned, as if disappointed that his big reveal wasn’t pulling more emotion from me. The man didn’t realize I’d negotiated with some of the most well-respected businessmen in the world and come out the victor.
“Did you know that Yve was my daughter-in-law too? Once upon a time, instead of putting her in a nice little house of her own and f*cking her on the side, my idiot of a son felt like he should marry the girl.”
This reveal had the effect he desired. Disbelief. Incredulity. Rage.
All of them must have flashed across my face, and his eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
“Your son is the bastard who beat her?” My tone was quiet, deadly.
“All lies,” Haines spat out, the satisfaction dying.
“I’ve seen the scars,” I growled.
“Then she deserved it,” he replied, his voice rising. “Especially because he ended up in prison because of her and that other little bitch. Some of the best years of his life—gone.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” And why the hell hadn’t Yve told me any of this? But then again, it wasn’t like I’d told her about my deep, dark secrets either.
Haines slammed his tumbler of bourbon down on the windowsill. “Yve egged him on, told him she wanted a divorce. He was justified in being upset, and then he went looking for a good time to take his mind off it, and picked the wrong girl.”
Disgust at his whole explanation, already twisting my stomach, grew stronger. “Picked the wrong girl?”
“Bitch said he raped her, and her dad was a judge. They were on federal land when she said it happened, which was lucky for him. I got him into a minimum-security federal prison so he didn’t have to be inside with all the animals in Angola.”
I was speechless. Utterly goddamn speechless. And Johnson Haines was on a roll.
“My mother, without my knowledge, pushed their divorce through, and then Yve ceased to be my problem. Her mother cut ties with her, and I thought she was done causing me trouble for good. But no, of course not. That little bitch has to complicate everything.”
“Stop right there.” Any more words, and I might kill him.
But Haines didn’t heed my warning and was already spewing the rest of his sordid story. “Jay, my boy, finally met a sweet little girl while he was in prison, and then he got paroled. I arranged for the two of them to move outside of town and live a quiet life, but Jay can’t seem to stop fixating on Yve. His fiancée is understandably losing her patience, and afraid she’s going to lose my boy. So I need Yve out of the way. Need it clear to Jay that he’s never getting another shot with her. And one thing Jay has always hated was the idea of keeping a woman. That’s why he married her to begin with. Didn’t want to make her a whore.”
Haines gave me an evil smile. “Well, guess what? That’s exactly what you’re going to do. Make Yve your whore. Put her up in a nice little house, let it get around town, and then find yourself a decent woman to be seen with in public. Maybe then Jay will finally see her true colors, that she’s just like all the other women in her family. He’s got a good thing going, and I don’t trust him not to f*ck up again.”
A red haze clouded my vision. “You’re a piece of shit, Haines. You and your kid. There is absolutely nothing I would do to help you, and you better understand that Yve is under my protection—not like your f*cked-up mistress-keeping definition—but in the way that means I’ll come after anyone who threatens her with every goddamn thing I have.”
He snorted. “And you’re willing to sacrifice this bill—and potentially billions—for that little whore? She’s not worth it, I can promise you that.”
I stepped toward him. “You say another goddamn word, and you’ll have a mysterious accident involving that window and your dead body on the sidewalk.”
Haines’s face twisted, and he stepped away from the window. Good—he should be afraid of me. I was a scary motherf*cker.
“You’re making an enemy of the wrong man here, son.”
“Fuck you, Haines. I’m not your son, and I’m sure as hell glad of that.” I took another step closer to him and grinned when I saw his double chin tremble.
“You touch me and I’ll make sure you end up in prison, Titan.”
“You think you’re not the kind of person someone would want as an enemy? I could buy you, sell you, and bury you so fast no one will have a chance to come to your rescue. Do you understand me? And if you ever come near Yve Santos, or do anything to cause her even a moment’s loss of sleep or concern, that’s exactly what I’ll do. You f*ck with her, you’re f*cking with me.”