Jude’s POV
I knew where Vincent’s hideout was. I knew he wouldn’t be there when I got there but to my surprise when I walked up those creaky stairs to find Mark sitting in that sad excuse for a throne Vincent loved so much, I couldn’t help but smile. If I couldn’t kill Vincent tonight, I could at least kill this bastard. “Little brother! I knew you’d show up.”
“I’m sure you did.”
He stood up and sighed. “I told Vincent to get lost. That I wanted to kill you myself.” Mark gave a smug look, as if he was some hero at the end of all this. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Look at you. I was wondering when you would turn your back on your family.”
“Family? You?” He let out a sarcastic laugh. “Blood don’t mean we’re family.”
“So what? You just let Vincent take dad’s chair? You could have been a
