Avenge Me. Maisey Yates
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his thumb on the tines, gradually increasing the pressure until he nearly broke the skin. “My father, Jason Treffen, sainted advocate for women in the workplace, tireless defender of the downtrodden and harassed, did in fact cause a woman to commit suicide because of his unwanted advances. Because of his actions.” He released his hold on the fork and let it drop onto the table. “I’m afraid of what he might have done to her. I mean...I knew it was bad. I knew...because of what she did. What she felt she had to do. But I didn’t really believe that he’d touched her. Now...”
“This is why she did it.” The statement came from Hunter. His voice was rough, his eyes unfocused. Alex’s dark eyes were glued to Hunter, as if waiting to see what the other man might do.
Austin knew they were all thinking the same thing. Of the same night.
And the same woman.
Sarah.
“I think so,” he said.
“Where did you get the info?” Alex asked.
“Anonymously provided. Naturally.”
“Naturally,” said Hunter.
“It didn’t come to me,” he said, his voice rough. “It came to the pro bono office. Publicly it’s not very well connected with me, and I doubt whoever sent it knew that I would end up with it. Since I’m rarely in the office I might not have seen it.... But it was passed on to me by Travis Beringer, an old classmate of ours who volunteers at the place on occasion. It’s from a woman asking for help. Because my damned father has been getting so much media attention. Since he and all his good works are about to be profiled on the largest talk show in the country. Given the nature of the contents, and knowing something about Sarah, Travis thought I should see it.”
“And someone has evidence that he...that he drove Sarah to her death by harassing her? Assaulting her?” Hunter asked.
“It’s not evidence. Not real evidence. It’s wild accusation. Assumption that what he did to her caused her to kill herself.”
“You believe it, Austin?” Alex asked.
“Hell yeah.” Not that he was happy about it. He’d been sick to his stomach since he’d gotten the damn thing two days ago. But he believed it.
The suspicion had always been there, along with the guilt. Along with a call that had gone unanswered and a voice mail he hadn’t listened to until it was too late.
But there had been no proof. Still, it had been enough for him to cut ties with his father. For him to relegate his family to holiday visits. Lunches with his mother and sister at hotels rather than at the Treffen estate.
Now the suspicion was turning into certainty. Truth gnawed through his last remaining shreds of doubt. For two days now, he’d been replaying his last conversation with Sarah. Over and over again. The last time he ever saw her alive.
She’d looked so brittle. So sad and tired...
“This job is much more demanding than I ever could have imagined, Austin. I’m just so...tired. And I don’t like the kinds of things I have to do.”
“That’s being a lawyer, honey,” he said, laughing. “Sometimes you have to defend things that seem indefensible. But in the end, you trust the court system.”
“I’m not sure I trust anything anymore.”
“You’ll get more jaded. You’ll get used to it.”
“I don’t think I will. I need your help, Austin. It’s about...it’s about your father.”
He hadn’t bothered to listen. Not really. He’d been buzzing over his admittance into an incredible law program. Over his father’s promise to secure him a position at his firm, to make him a partner. He’d been too intoxicated by all the power to care. To truly hear her. The weight behind her words. The sadness. No, he was too focused on himself. And why not? Life had always been there to serve him. He had it all; he had it easy.
His family name was everything, and he traded on it.
Like father like son and all.
Then Sarah had thrown herself off a building. And the rumors had begun. The first hint that Jason Treffen might not be the saint that others imagined him to be, but Austin hadn’t listened. He had ignored it all for too long.
Until that final confrontation. When he’d walked away from his father’s firm for good.
The family got more money than they deserved. She was taken care of. A misunderstanding.
All these excuses. So like the men his father had pretended to disdain for all those years. He was one of them. One of those men who assumed he could take whatever he wanted from women simply because he was a man. Because he held power over them.
And now this. So much more than he’d ever imagined. That he had harassed her so badly she’d killed herself.
But history gave him no reason to doubt it.
“And he’s still getting his This Is Your Life B.S. all over the news?” Hunter asked.
“Yes. Yes, he is.”
“Well. Screw that.”
“I agree,” said Alex.
“I do, too, but what the hell do we do about it?”
“You’re the lawyer, Austin. It seems like you should be able to think of something. Something legal and shit,” Hunter said.
“That’s the problem. I have nothing legal. Nothing that will stand up in court.”
Alex leaned in. “Then we’ll have to find something.”
“For what purpose?”
Hunter looked down at his knuckles, and Austin’s eyes followed his line of sight and noticed the faint purple bruises that colored the skin there. Hunter tightened his hand into a fist. “If he had anything to do with Sarah’s death, and I think we’ve all suspected it, always, then I’ll do whatever I have to do in order to bring him down.” He looked back up, his eyes meeting Austin’s. “I mean it. I’ll end him. Run him off the top of a building. Just like he did to her.”
The violence in Hunter’s tone left little doubt in Austin’s mind that his friend wasn’t speaking figuratively.
Part of him rejected the thought. Because no matter how evil, Jason was his father. Because his blood was in Austin’s veins. The same blood that kept his heart pumping. It was hard to hate it entirely, even when he should.
“To the bloody end, then?” Austin asked. “Even if it means destroying my family?”
Alex put his palms flat on the table. Spread the paper out flat. “She killed herself, Austin. Because of him. How many more women has he touched like he did her? How many more? If we don’t stop it, it keeps going.” He looked up at Austin. “And then we’re just as guilty. Then we’re no different.”
No different.
Austin had privately feared that very thing for a long time.
But it wouldn’t be true. He’d make sure it ended up not being true.
“Well, then,” Austin said, standing. “Let’s end it.”
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