Ch 4 - Nadia Jenson
1500 Words
Nadia POV:
"Nadia..?" My dad whispers as the room stays silent.
"Benjamin" I reply mockingly.
Sitting up I look around the table as everybody stares at me in shock, my eyes finally landing on Leo, my fathers enforcer, who is sat opposite me.
"Hello kiddo" he smiles softly as I offer a genuine smile for the first time. "You're all grown up, its about time you came home."
"Leo" I grin, "well I think its been long enough without having to see your old face hasn't it."
With a loud bark of laughter he winks at me, "Cleo did say you're as quick as ever. I have to say I agree."
"Why has it taken you so long to come back?" My father asks, his voice cracking with emotion as he stares at me.
"I never planned on coming back, you didn't act like a father then so why would I expect any different. The only one I have checked in on is Leo, and that was only through Cleo" I tell him, referencing my childhood best friend.
"You're a woman now" Vince states as he finally moves to stand behind my father.
"I am" I sneer. "That's what tends to happen as the years pass."
'How long has it been?" He asks through a strained smile.
"16 years, 10 months and 26 days..but who's counting ey?" I say with a dry smile as something like shame crosses by his and my old mans face.
"Wow" Vince states with an uncomfortable laugh. "How do you remember so well?"
"Pretty hard to forget the worst time of my life, well...correction. Second worst time of my life" I snap at him. "Where is Jake anyway?" I ask, noting the raised tension in the room as I say his name. Watching my father, I see his face fall while Vince's jaw tightens.
"Prison" My father finally replies, "for s****l assault."
"Seriously?" I gasp as I look between the both of them. Seeing them both nod, I slam my hand down on the table. "How the f**k you two are still in the positions you are, is beyond me. If you had listened to me then, then perhaps you wouldn't have had to deal with him causing another suffer. You absolute f*****g pair of clowns, you should have listened to my mother and I. When Im done here, I need to be told about what he's done" I grunt at them.
"I'm surprised Sandra was alright with you coming back here" Vince says slowly as my body stiffens at the mention of my mothers name.
"You certainly would be surprised wouldn't you Vince" I say as I c**k my head to one side studying him. "But I couldn't tell you if she is alright with it or not."
"Why's that?" My dad asks with a frown.
"Well I'm going to start with that fact that I'm a f*****g 28 year old woman, if I want to come and see my so called father and family, then I damn well will" I snap at them. "As for my mother..I cant tell you because she's dead."
"Dead?" Leo gasps as my fathers face drains even further. "How? When?"
"14 years ago" is all I say.
"I think its time this meeting ended, its been interrupted enough" Vince says to my father suddenly.
"Ohhh no no no" I chuckle as I watch them both carefully. "Like I said, I have something I think everybody needs to hear."
"Flames.." I hear Zak say from where he is sat next to Leo as a quiet warning.
"Don't'" I snap at him, my sudden anger at this man’s interjection for all to see. "Let me f*****g handle this my way." Seeing him nod reluctantly, his eyes flicker to where my father is watching us both carefully. "Oh stop with the suspicious eyes, we met briefly last night, like I said, the blonde bimbo was wrapped round him. Not a pretty sight" I state coldly.
"Oh s**t" another member barks out from two seats down from me. "Brother is this what snapped you back to your senses? Why Tanya came back in such mood?"
"Shut up Logan" Zak snaps at him as I see a faint hint of colour stain his cheeks.
Ignoring everyone else around the table, I stay quiet as I reach into my bag, quickly pressing send on the text I've had ready to go on my phone since being here. Then I grasp the pile of paper, pulling it from my bag but keeping it face down so no-one else can see it.
"If you're after what should have been your child support funds, don't you think you're a little too late?" Vince drawls.
"Unless you want another black eye or cracked rib, I'd shut up uncle" I glare at him, as my father does the same causing Vince's mouth to snap shut.
"What the f**k Vince?" My father snaps at him.
"What?" Vince mutters. "She's clearly after something."
"Oh I am" I tell them with a bright grin. "Not money though, I have far too much of that as it is" I smirk while shooting a wink to the others at the table.
"You do?" My dad asks in shock.
"Yes father" I sneer at him. "Some people can actually be successful if they don't deal with dirty money, imagine the shock I felt when I realised that. So no. I definitly do not want, or need, your money."
"Then why are you here?" He asks in confusion.
"To ensure nobody else suffers like my mother" I tell him coldly as his blanches at my words.
"She was treated well. She had a nice house, more money than she needed, she got to see the other women and was my ol’ lady. I married the woman, I loved her" he shouts at me his anger growing noticably.
"That's being treated well?" I as in disbelief. "You should have treated her as if she was your entire world, instead you f*****g ruined her. HERE!" I scream in her defense, slamming the first photo down on the table for all to see.
"Zoe" I state as everybody peers at it before stiffening in shock as my fathers face drains completely of colour. I continue listing names as I throw each photo on the table, "Josephine, Gloria, Sarah, Lucinda, Alice, Polly, Ginny, Jenny, Maria, Flora..I could go on, but they were just who you f****d in those 6 weeks after she gave birth to Abigail."
"How the f**k did you get these?" Vince asks in shock.
"I found them in one of mums old boxes, when I finally grew the courage to go through her things that had been in storage for 13 years" I tell him coldly. Standing, I storm round to face my father. "You disgust me" I whisper before slapping his face with a resounding crack. Seeing no-one react to my actions, I smirk in achievement. "Looks like I'm not the only one who is disgusted by you father."
"Why you.." Vince starts but I quickly turn my cold gaze to him.
"And you Vince" I sneer. "You're the worst.." With that I throw the final photo on the table in front of my dad as everybody cranes to look. Seeing my dads eyes focus on that as he processes the image, its only a second before he surges to is feet and has Vince by the scruff of his collar against the wall.
"YOU RAPED HERE?" He roars in Vince's face.
"No..no she wanted it brother, I swear" Vince splutters as his eyes begin to dart around the room watching the other members as they all move to stand behind my father and myself.
"The blood on her, the cuts and tears indicate otherwise" Zak says chillingly.
"It wasnt the first time was it Vince: I tell him coldly, "my poor ma knew to set up a camera."
"You bastard" my father whispers before dropping Vince to the floor and moving in quickly, kicking him hard with his steel-toe boots.
Hearing the sirens, I step forward and with the help of two other large brothers, we pull my father away. "The police are here for Vince" I announce as I gather the photos from the table, stuffing them in my bag before moving to look down at the pitiful Vince. "I've been setting this up for two months now, they have the other photos and the threatening letters. I have copies" I tell my dad as his bloodshot eyes rise to meet mine. “When you’re ready to hear more, I will tell you. But don’t expect any forgiveness from me, you’re my father by blood, not by choice.”
"You b***h" Vince moans from the floor as my father stares blankly at the wall ahead of him.
With that I flick my red locks over my shoulder and smirk down at him proudly. "That's the first accurate thing you've said since I've been here."
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