Club Scars by Mara McBain Read Free Book Online

back with the other to drive it into the old bastard’s face. Hands caught his arm and he had to settle for twisting the tie tighter and ramming his knee into the older man’s groin. The agony on the fucker’s face was satisfying. Lights came on, the cacophony of voices drawing a wailing cry from Camden.
    A security guard crashed through the door and used his considerable bulk to help drag the men apart. Staggering to his feet, Crux swung his gaze to the bed. It was empty. Terror helped him fling the burly security guard off. He spun, eyes wild as he searched the room. Kat shook in the corner, her body positioned desperately between her private bogeyman and her child. Crux turned back to the guard and staff with a feral snarl.
    “Get him the fuck out of here!”               
    Kat’s father crawled slowly to his feet, his pale cerulean eyes glittering. Color suffused his sharp features and Crux didn’t miss the wince as the old man smoothed the front of his slacks and resisted the urge to cup his bruised balls. A muscle jumped in his jaw as he straightened the cuffs on his sharp suit with a snap.
    Crux felt his lip curl in disgust as he stared at the sick fuck. He hadn’t changed much in fifteen years. The wealthy business man looked him in the eye, no extra flesh on his angular frame. Long blunt fingers adjusted his tie and Crux sneered at the soft hands and perfectly manicured nails. John Merrick hadn’t done a day’s work in his pampered life.
    “Sir, it’s past visiting hours,” the security guard said.      
    “That man assaulted me. I want him arrested,” he wheezed.
    The guard stepped hastily between them as Crux lunged at the older man. An orderly moved in to help.
    “I’ll show you assault you arrogant prick.”
    “Sir, visiting hours are—”
    “I’m well aware of the hour. I just stopped in to check on the welfare of my daughter and new grandson when I was attacked. Perhaps you missed that part.”
    It was everything the guard and the orderly could do to restrain Crux as John stepped around him dismissively, eyes locked on the little boy.
    “Get him the fuck out of here!” Kat screeched, tears rolling down her pale face.
    Crux completely lost his shit at the fear in his wife’s voice. His heavy boot heel crushed the orderly’s foot as the back of his head smashed into the guard’s face. Wrenching away from their loosened hold he moved between Kat and her father, fists clenched, chest heaving.
    “Stop, Croston!” an officer ordered from the doorway. “What’s going on here?”
    “I merely stopped in to see my grandson for the first time. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this day,” John said, his eyes narrowing on his daughter before he offered a tight smile. “Finally a worthy heir, and just when I’d given up hope of Katrina ever doing something I could be proud of.”
    Kat shook with rage as she glared at her father over Crux’s shoulder. “He’s not your anything! You won’t touch my baby.”
    A nurse tried to step closer to the basinet and crying child, but Crux whirled on her making the poor woman fall on her ass in an effort to back away.
    “Let me put this in a way you people can understand,” Crux snapped. “Get this abusive son-of-a-bitch out of my wife’s hospital room or I will sue your fucking asses for emotional trauma and anything else an over paid attorney can think of.”
    Looking at the fear and strain on Kat’s face, the deputy stepped in front of John, a hand going to his chest.
    “I think you need to leave, Mr.?”
    Looking at the hand, John looked back up, eyes narrowing. “Merrick. John Merrick.”
    “I think it would be in everyone’s best interest if you left now, Mr. Merrick. It’s the middle of the night. Your daughter is tired and upset. The little one needs her attention.”
    “I want to press charges and I offer my very fine attorney’s services to these two gentlemen as well. As you can see, Croston is a