You Are My Reason Read online Willow Winters (You Are Mine Duet #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: You Are Mine Duet Series by Willow Winters
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
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My father's voice bellows from behind me. “You need to relax, Mason. That shit you pulled—”

“What does it matter?” I say, cutting him off and turning to face him as his forehead creases with anger.

“You look like you’ve lost it,” he hisses at me, slapping the newspaper in his hand down onto his desk as he takes his seat.

“I have though, haven’t I?” It’s the conclusion I come to, knowing Jules was going to leave me. Again. That’s what did me in this time. I take in a heavy breath.

It’s all the lies too. Keeping track of them has pulled its weight in bringing me down.

I don’t even know what’s the truth anymore or who to trust. I only know that I hate everyone I’m surrounded by except for the one person who’s desperate to leave me.

“I need the truth,” I say, getting straight to the point as I stare my father in the eyes. Although I know it doesn’t matter, I add, “Don’t lie to me.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you, Ma—” my father starts, intent on saying something else, but I cut him off.

“You lie to everyone; why would I be any different?” I shrug my shoulders and stride closer to his desk, my pace quick and careless.

“What’s on your mind then?” he asks, his eyes narrowed and his frustration barely contained. He must see how on edge I am. I can practically smell the fear coming off of him. The fear of not knowing what I’m going to ask, or maybe of what I’m going to do. “You called this meeting,” he adds as he sits back in his cognac leather chair. He unbuttons his suit jacket and adopts a casual posture.

“Did you kill her?” I ask him in a whisper.

He cocks a brow at me before answering in a deathly low voice, “I’ve never killed anyone.”

I don’t know why his answer makes my lips tip up into a smile. It’s sickening that he doesn’t take responsibility. I nod my head, and a rough laugh spills from my lips. “I do apologize,” I say as I pace in front of his desk, letting my fingers run over the edges of the leather chair opposite his and then the next. “You had her killed.”

“You’ll have to be more specific as to whom you’re referring,” my father says as he flicks a switch.

“You think I’m wearing a wire?” I ask incredulously. As if the police could help. As if I wouldn’t be completely ruined if I turned to them.

“I don’t know what to think about you right now.”

I stop in my tracks and face him, bracing a hand on each chair. “I don’t either,” I say barely above a murmur.

“You were saying?” he says before his eyes shift to the door. This time I know why the smile comes. It’s because he wants to get rid of me. He’s done with me. It’s about fucking time.

“You killed my mother,” I say, getting the accusation out into the open once and for all.

“I didn’t. I can’t believe you’d think that.” I stare at him, hearing how false his words sound as they ring in my ears. “There’s a difference between killing your own and protecting your own.” My father’s voice turns hard and at first I think he’s justifying having her murdered, but then I realize he’s talking about Avery. “Your mother hurt me,” he says and leans forward, placing his hand against his chest as he adds, “but I loved her. I would have never done that to her. Or to you.”

“I don’t believe you,” I tell him. “I think you murdered her, and I think you want Jules dead too.”

“You have her under control, don’t you?” my father says although he knows damn well I don’t. After last night, the whole city is talking and now Liam is the topic of the day, not her or me. But three people know what really happened last night.

Jules. Myself. And my father. He knows she wants to leave me. He just doesn’t know why.

He doesn’t wait for an answer, instead he pulls out a desk drawer and reaches in, rifling through paperwork while he talks. “I looked into Liam’s books and subsequent finances.” A thick stack of papers lands on his desk with a thud and then he slams the drawer closed. “Would you sit down, Mason? You’re going to kill me with this,” he says and waves his hands in the air. “Just calm down.”

“Calm down?” I ask him before swallowing down the pain, pinching the bridge of my nose as I close my eyes. I’ve never felt quite like this. Only because the harsh reality has never been so clear to me.

“Mason,” my father says my name as if it’s a plea, “I promise you, I will protect you with everything I have. If that includes protecting her, I will. You’re my son. My one and only, and the only thing I have to live for anymore.


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