My father picked me up from the airport, and I did inform the FBI of my current situation, so whatever happens, is out of my control.

We walked into a warehouse, and I finally laid eyes on one of the men that ruined my life.

He sat chained to a desk with a cocky smirk on his face, and It's obvious he is not the children's biological father. He has black hair and eyes, he is built like a damn tank, and his dark eyes are almost creepy.

I was surprised to see no injuries to him. My father and I watch through a one-way mirror. "I'm surprised he is alive," I said.

"I'm delivering him to you. My career ended the moment he was in custody, so it's up to you what to do with him." He said.

"You're not worried about the pricks you were supposed to protect?" I asked.

"No, the FBI got their evidence. It seems the Beaumont's betrayed their own son and gave up everything late last night in exchange for immunity." He said.

"That's not surprising," I said.

"Go on in, have some fun." He said.

That's exactly what I plan to do.

I walked into the interrogation room, and the coward was just looked down at his hands.

"I'm guessing you already know who I am." I sat across from him, and my father sat to my left.

He looked up at me with a smirk. "She's been satisfying me for seventeen years now."

"It's too bad she can't say the same about you," I said.

He chuckled. "Yeah, she was a much better fuck when she fought back."

I reached over and slammed his face against the table. "You're a sick fuck! I'm just glad the CIA got you instead of the FBI." I sat back down, and he still hasn't lost that smirk, even with a broken nose.

"You kept my children from me, don't think I'll let that go too easily. I still have more power than you." He said, and I laughed.

"She really fooled you into thinking she carried your children, didn't she?

You never asked for a DNA test because the truth scared you." I said.

"Don't you dare speak of my children!" He yelled.

"That would be hard, since your children don't exist. How does it feel knowing you raised children that aren't even yours?" I gave him my best smirk.

He laughed. "You think they're not?"

"Joey was already pregnant when you forced her to marry you. She already knew her mother was dead, and she only married you to protect my family. I'm their true biological father, you're just a fool." I said.

"That's where you're wrong, my children are loyal to me." He said.

"You knew that wasn't the case with Mason. What you didn't know, is he and Serenity wanted to lure you here, those kids hate you. They know the truth, and they're so happy I'm their real father. Mason said he waited years to meet me, you're just the man that hurt their mother, and Joey despises you." I said.

"You're a liar, believe me when I say that woman loved every moment she called out my name. She gave herself to me freely, and I got to fuck her for seventeen years, when you could only dream of her." He said.

My dad punched him. "That girl was a prisoner in your home, but not anymore. It seems to me you have two choices. Either let my son take you into custody, divorce Joey, and give her everything, or I get to dispose of you however I see fit." He said.

He laughed. "I'm much too valuable to the FBI. Junior here would benefit greatly from my arrest." He smirked.

I leaned forward. "That's where you're wrong. Your own father turned his back on you to save his own skin. You really trusted that man with all that evidence? The FBI doesn't care about you anymore." I said.

His face turned white.

"If I die today, I'll have the satisfying memory of her falling asleep in my arms every single night. See, I showed her a whole new world, and she began to like it rough. The look in her eyes as I pounded my cock inside her while my hands almost choked the life out of her, was the most amazing experience any man could live. She begged me to stop when I took her by force, even as she carried your children. They were mine, and I loved to watch them suffer. The only thing that kept me from taking the girl, was the chance she was mine. I had plenty of chances, and I loved to see her suffer too. Instead, I let her call me daddy while I tucked her into bed at night. See, old man Lattire wasn't blackmailing the government. He was blackmailing me to get his daughter and grandchildren back. Thanks for taking him out, Engle. You saved me the trip." He laughed.

"Why let her come back, then chase after her?" Dad asked.

He smirked. "I wanted Lattire's fortune."

"Now you won't be seeing a dime, and she will get yours," I said, but the man laughed again.

"She won't see a dime. I already have a wife and child in France. I was never married to that bitch, and still got half of her father's company. My son is grown now, and he will come for what's rightfully his, don't doubt him." He said.

I got up and walked away, knowing exactly what will happen to the man. My father already described what he wanted to do to him about a thousand times over. "I was never here Dad, do what you want with him."

I got on the first flight to Dallas to tell Joey and the kids that she's finally free from the man. I made a stop on my way back home to pick up a few gifts for the kids. With the Beaumont cloud no longer hanging over our heads, maybe we can actually get to know each other.