Page 132 of The Legend
“I knowthat.” Grady took a hesitant step back distancing himself from Jameson, hishands finding the car he was against as if he wanted to run away. “I’m sorry. Iwill pay for whatever damages I caused.”
Jamesonwasn’t listening at that point, choosing to discard his apology with anotherquestion of his own. “Why?”
Gradylooked at his feet wondering if he should lie. “I wanted revenge for you takingmy dad from me.”
“So what,you thought killing mine would be an eye for an eye?”
“I’m sorryJameson, I really am. You are the last person that I wanted to hurt but it wastoo late after the cars had left.”
“I saw youthe night before we left.” Jameson said in disbelieve. “It was too late then?”
“Youtrusted me. I didn’t want you to be angry with me.” Grady’s voice was breakingon the verge of tears. He finally understood what he had done and in reality,it was evident he was still a kid. He had no idea of the repercussions that hehad produced.
“Sobecause I trusted you...” he shookhis head deliberately at the thought, “...you let me get inside a car with partial welds and nearly kill myself?”
“I neverwanted to hurt you!” He said it again as if this would mean something.
“But youdid.” Jameson looked at him, his face hidden from my view. His hand rose and hepointed at me. “You could have destroyed her life too.”
“Jameson,”Grady breathed as if he was trying to get his point across. “I never got toknow my dad…because of you.”
Yep, hewent there.
“Yourdad,” Jameson stepped closer. Each step was a fiery warning of what was tocome. “...was a fuckingmurderer. He deserved everything he got.”
Gradyblinked, the realization finally sinking in that he had touched a nerve andthere was no going back now. The guys surrounding them knew too, Clint and Vanstepped behind Jameson.
“Sway,”Jameson’s eyes found mine and then nodded to Clint. “Go with Clint inside.” hesaid looking at me and then Emma and Alley. “Go with them.”
“Jameson,”I begged reaching to tug on his arm. “This isn’t the answer.”
“I askedyou to go. Please leave.” His eyes met mine and with one look, I knew that hewasn’t going to do anything stupid but he didn’t want me in the way shouldGrady choose to fight them.
I neversaw the aftermath or the conversations with Darrin and Jameson following myattack. Seeing his temper now, I had no idea that my husband, a man so tender,a man that could be magic and myth, so violent, so extreme, so...deadly with just a look.
I couldn’thear everything that was said as we were inside but I had a view of the parkinglot and kept my eyes on Jameson. I knew Grady wouldn’t fight him, he wasn’tstupid but I was nervous of what would if he hit him in his shoulder or hishead. What would that do to him?
“I never wantto see you again!” Jameson shouted when he started to walk away and Gradyreached out to him.
“Jameson—”
That’swhen Jameson’s temper took over and Van stepped in. Facing me, I could see hisface flushed with anger but also emotion, he was crying. He was crying becausehe trusted this kid, let him into his shop and then he tried to kill him. Wehad no idea if what happened to Jimi’s car was because of Grady but the thoughtwas there. That scared Jameson because again, this fell on his shoulders.
“YOU FUCKINGSON OF A BITCH!” he screamed through tears reaching for Grady. Van, knowingJameson was in no condition to fight, grabbed him and pushed Grady away fromhim. “I trusted you! Goddamn you, I fucking trusted you! I gave you a chanceand that’s how you repay me! Fuck you!”
Van slidbetween them, his hands on Grady’s chest. “If you know what’s good for you,you’ll leave.”
That’swhen Nancy, tipsy from the wine she found, came up behind me. “What’s going onout there?”
“Nothing,”Emma, Alley and me all turned around with wide eyes to find Nancy staring at usall glassy eyed and rosy cheeks.
“Is thatJameson and Grady out there?” Her hand waved splashing wine around. “You tellthat Grady that I’m gonna kick his ass too!”
“How do youknow about that?” Emma asked taking the wine from her mom.
“Cole.”
“Goddamnhim.” Alley huffed and took off to find Cole who was with Casten by the bar.
