Chained (Caged #2)(19)

The pain that left him in a breath of ice mystified me. There was nothing but hatred and greed in him. He didn’t care who he hurt to get what he wanted. Empathy had left this man a long time ago and in its place was nothing but calculated spite and narcissistic cruelty.

Dropping his hand from my throat, he swallowed. “Robbie is awake.”

I blinked, relief settling in even after all the hurt and anger I now felt for both Anderson and Robbie.

Taking a step back, he stared at me, the usual bright twinkle in his green eyes overtaken with sadness. “Go home, Kloe.”

I hadn’t expected that, and my eyes widened. “What?”

“Go home.” His chest heaved. “Robbie will be fine. You, on the other hand.” Gently shaking his head, he gulped at some air, then turned and slowly walked away.

And, just as slowly, I turned and walked away too.





“SO.” ROBBIE FROWNED AT ME. The exhaustion in his eyes heightened the anger inside me that had been bubbling away since my cunt of a father had plunged a knife into my best friend’s stomach. “You just let her walk away?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it, Rob.”

“Are you f*cking kidding me?” He winced when anger shot pain through his gut. Shifting to make himself more comfortable, he glared at me. “This is what you’ve been living for, for so f*cking long. And now you finally have it, you just let it go?”

“Yes,” I hissed. “Yes, I let it go. I let her go!”

“Why?” He calmed, sighing and looking at me with an expression I didn’t like.

“Don’t pity me, Rob. You can’t understand.”

“Well, then explain it to me.”

I rubbed my hands over my face. I was so tired. Failing took its toll on me more than the fight for revenge. I hadn’t slept since I’d cast Kloe aside four days ago – to kill the only thing in this world I was capable of loving. Her words couldn’t have hurt me more than if she had taken a f*cking stake to my heart. Because she was right. I didn’t deserve the love of a child. And the truth was what finally crucified me. Bringing an innocent baby into this evil f*cking world was beyond irresponsible, not that I ever cared about responsibilities. Yet this one I did, with all my heart.

“What the f*ck am I doing? Why am I so hell bent on revenge when revenge is the very thing that’s haunting me?”

“I’m not talking about revenge,” he said quietly. “I’m talking about happiness.”

I stared at him, his stupid riddles not making a damn bit of sense.

“You had it in the palm of your hand, Anderson. Kloe. A family. A f*cking life. And you just turned your back on it like it meant nothing to you. You think I don’t see it? What having Kloe in your life has done to you? For you?”

“None of this is about happiness. It never was!”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “You want revenge on your father. I get that, honestly I do. But you think hurting Kloe, killing her in front of him, will give you that revenge?”

“Yes,” I answered honestly. “Yes, I do.”

“You’re a bigger fool than I thought, Anderson Cain.” He huffed. “There’s two choices. One, yeah, go ahead. Kidnap Kloe. Hurt her. Make her pay for taking the love of your father away from you. Or,” he lifted an eyebrow, “accept that that woman, and your baby, can make you happy. Show that motherf*cker your happiness. Show him that what he did couldn’t kill you inside. Happiness or hate, Anderson? I know which I would f*cking choose.”

I dropped back against the chair. It couldn’t be that f*cking easy. After everything, revenge couldn’t be that simple.

I had to admit that maybe Rob was right. My father had loved Kloe, even if he had had a sick way of showing it. She was the perfect little girl he had always wanted. Yet, could revenge be as easy as showing him that Kloe loved me? That she was mine? That she had given me a child? And herself? When all she did was run from him.

Hatred or happiness.

Could I be happy? Did I even f*cking deserve it? I knew the answer to that one but it didn’t stop me wondering, and hoping.

“It’s too late,” I whispered. “And even if it wasn’t, I can’t ever condone the things I have done to her. I hurt her in so many ways, Rob.” Sighing, I closed my eyes. “Yes, I could take her, make her mine. But then what’s the point? If I want happiness, the only way I get it is if Kloe is with me because she wants to be, not because she has no choice.”

“Do you love her?”

Blinking, I shook my head. “Love doesn’t even come into it. I’m not capable of all that f*cking shit.”

“But she would make you happy?”

I didn’t even have to think about it. I nodded. “She does. Although I don’t understand why. She calms me, Rob. She soothes the incessant bloody rage that’s always twisting inside me. It’s like she sees the pain in my soul, and she heals it. But then I have to remind myself of why I’m doing it all, and then I get so damn angry with her. She has the capability to massacre me, but she’s the only one that can bring me to life.”

Rob opened his mouth, but before any words left him, Jenny, his sister, walked in. “Hey, boys.”

Rob grinned, the adoration he had for his sister making me ache further. I’d missed out on so much. Judd had missed out at a normal life. Family. That one word meant so many differing things. What it should mean, and what it meant to me.