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"So what did you guys talk about?" Jason asked when I walked into his office after my lunch with Stella.

"Things. About life and death." I said smiling.

"Tell me." He demanded and I scoffed at his tone.

I walked closer to his desk and stood there. "Jason, you can't know everything."

"Yes, I can."

"Then let your curiosity kill you, because I am not telling you." I said and he looked away from me annoyed. "Jason?"

He didn't answer and I rolled my eyes smiling at his behavior. The man doesn't take negative answers.

I walked around the table and leaned against it facing him.

"Don't be mad. We just talked about my mother and you." I smiled placing my hand on the side of his face to turn his head back to me.

"And what about me?" He asked looking back at me interested.

"How infuriating and annoying you are?"

He grabbed my hand and jerked me to him and let out a gasp falling on his lap. "I can feel the love. What did you say?"

"Jason, nothing you need to worry about." I sighed. "And this is not appropriate for the office." I said mentioning our position.

"I don't care." He shrugged and I placed my arms around his neck.

"And you're supposed to be the example around here."

He hummed wrapping his arms tighter around me. "I never said I wanted to be an example." He said and I shivered slightly when he brushed his lips against my neck.

Brain vs heart. That's exactly what was happening right now.

My brain kept reminding me that we were in the office.

And my heart was telling me that it didn't matter.

"Jason stop." I finally managed to say placing my hands on his shoulders.

"I don't want to." He groaned pulling me more against him.

"Jason." I weakly said pushing on his shoulders.

He huffed in annoyance and pulled away slightly. "We found things about Kevin and his brother. So I have to meet my father tonight. Then I'll come to your house."

"What did you find?"

"Nothing important really. Just some past actions. I'll tell you later." He said and I nodded slightly.

I'm surprised. He always tells me that they haven't found a lot, but he is always fast when he wants to do some research about someone.

I sighed lightly and pushed the thoughts away. If he tells me he hasn't found anything. Then he hasn't.

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I always leave the lights in the living room on, because I hate coming home and to find everything dark. And also because I don't to fall or hurt myself.

That's why I was annoyed when I was all my lights off. So the first thing I did was turn the light at the entrance.

I placed my keys on the table by the front door and slowly walked to the living-room, the clicking of my heels being the only sound around me.

I walked in and jumped when the lights were turned on and I saw a man sitting on my couch.

"Didn't I tell you not to tell anyone?" He stood up and took a step ahead. "You are stubborn. Don't you value your mother's life?"

It didn't take me long to know who it was.

Kevin.

"Leave my mother alone. S... She has nothing to do with this."

"Oh, she has everything to do with this, because you have everything to do with this." He snapped and I almost took my step back.

I held my purse tightly, ready to just turn and run out of here.

"Don't even think about running. Sit down." He ordered pointing at the couch one the other side of the table before pulling out a gun and placing it on the table. "I just need to talk. Sit down."

Fear overtook my body at the sight of the object on the table and I slowly took a seat when I started to feel light headed.

He really needs to stop bringing weapons in my home.

"Do you know who Steve is?"

Steve? That's my father's name.

I furrowed my eyebrows slightly. How does he know him?

"Of course you do." He smirked. "Do you wanna know what happened to him?"

And how would he know that?

"Your father was a close friend of mine. He made mistakes and was involved with the wrong people because he was raised by the wrong people." He started.

I looked at him even more confused.

"We were in the same orphanage. I was taken by the Knights when I was five. So I lost contacts with him until high school. He was dealing drugs. Like I said, he was involved with the wrong people."

Drugs? He was dealing drugs. Is that the reason why my mother didn't want to talk about him?

I know I shouldn't be listening to him. But I'm really curious. My mother never talks about my father. I just know his name. I don't even know where he is buried.

"He married your mother a few months after meeting her. One of the reasons was that so she wouldn't testify against him, because the police was starting to follow his moves. And when your mother couldn't take it anymore, she started pulling away from him. That drive him almost crazy and he wanted to scare her."

He wanted to scare her.

"He started abusing her. Making her fear him. Closing her from everyone she knows. From the moment they married, until she gave birth to you, she was locked up in his house."

He hurt my mother. And I always wanted to know why she was calling him the demon.

I tried not to ask my mother questions, because she obviously didn't want to talk about it. But that doesn't mean that I never had questions. But if what Kevin is saying is true. Then I understand why she never had anything nice to say about him.

"I don't know how he met your mother. But one thing I'm sure of is that my brother was there when your mother gave birth to you." He continued. "Your mother didn't approve of your father's ways and she wanted to protect you. She didn't know how far his abuse could go. She has permanent scars. And not just emotionally. All over her body."

I looked up at him and I felt a tear roll down my cheek, but I couldn't even find the strength to wipe it away.

"Steve was twisted. His love for your mother was twisted. But he wasn't always like that. Something changed and he just snapped. I still don't know why. But your mother does."

The demon knew how to love. I couldn't help but remember my mother's words.

"The Knights knew." He stated and I shook my head slightly in denial.

They couldn't. Jason would tell me.

"Since I went to jail. They have been doing a background check of all the employees. Including you. They know everything. They know what your father was doing. They know what he did to your mother. They know who killed your father."

Killed?

Jason never told me anything. He knows how much I wanted to know about my father. He knows how confused I have been and he didn't tell me anything.

I wasn't even angry at him. I was hurt. All this times I was telling him about all the questions I had. He had the answers.

"Even now. There are things they are not telling. Things they won't tell you if you don't look into it on your own."

My father was killed? And Jason knows?

"Yes, your father was killed." He said and my eyes widened even more. "And you also know the killer."

I just looked at him waiting for him to tell me what I wanted to know. I couldn't even open my mouth to ask him what I wanted to know.

My father was killed.

"Your mother killed him."