He regarded me with an impatient look and a twist of his lips. “No wonder my son has such an easy time manipulating you. Your propensity for being gullible is astounding or is it my son’s cock that makes you so trusting?”
“What happened to her?” I bit out. Mitch was treating this whole situation like a puzzle that he wanted me to piece together with half-truths.
“She was murdered.” All the moisture in my mouth disappeared instantly.
“Who murdered her?” I managed to ask around my nervousness.
He watched me with an amused look. “I can tell by the look in your eyes that you already know who.”
“You’re lying!” I cried. My emotions were spilling over and overwhelming me. I was unwilling to believe that Keiran would murder his own mother in cold blood.
“Yes, he most certainly did.” he said, answering my silent question.
“How do you know that?”
“Because I was there when he put the bullet in her head. My son is a cold piece of work. I see he worked you over pretty well. Got you to fall for him, did he?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Why would he kill his own mother?”
“Because he’s a cold-blooded killer. He was trained that way. While most kids were being tucked in at night and being read bed-time stories my son was out running with the most deadliest of criminals and committing unspeakable acts.”
“But why would she let him do that? She was supposed to protect him.”
“She hardly had a say in anything he did. I was responsible for that. His mother was weak. We had some…disagreements and so she left me just after he was born without a word or trace.” His voice lowered and his eyes darkened as he spoke. “Naturally, I searched for them but came up short for a while. Her father had been her only family and but died when she was six months pregnant so it was difficult to find her. I’d almost given up until a month before his first birthday. By then I was filled with nothing but contempt for the bitch and the need for revenge so I took my son.”
“Why wasn’t there any record of his birth or a custody suit?” He looked at me in surprise as a smile spread across his face.
“I see you’ve been doing some digging. She had a home birth and there wasn’t a custody case because I wasn’t going to let a judge decide if my son belonged to me or not.”
“Oh God…you kidnapped him.”
“Yes, I did.” He watched me closely for a reaction as he took a sip of his drink.
“So there would have been a missing person’s report…”
“Not if his mother didn’t file one.”
“Why wouldn’t she file a missing person’s report for her child?”
“Why indeed. I think it might have had something to do with the fact that she was running from me. She’d never even had him registered after she left me so there was no record that he was even born so who would believe her?”
“Why would she hide from you?”
“Because she’s a selfish bitch. I offered her the chance to have money and status but it wasn’t enough,” he bit out angrily.
“So what did you do with Keiran for seven years and how did you keep quiet for so long that you had a son?” I just had to keep him talking and then maybe I could figure my way out of this and get some answers.
“I was in debt to a man who ran a very lucrative crime organization that was slightly unorthodox.”
“In what way?”
“Let’s just say they put a new meaning to the term “child slavery” because these kids weren’t thrown in a sweat shop and working for less than minimum wage. These kids were working for their lives.”
“So you gave him to them?” My heart felt like it stopped as I pictured Keiran suffering along with God knows how many other faceless children.
“No, I sold him to them.” The gasp that left my chest was heavy and full of pain and sorrow. He used to be a partner with the people who owned me. I recalled Keiran’s words from earlier today. My heart broke for him all over again.