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Lucas, Maxon and Damon sat at the desk looking at the computer screen. Grayson was waiting and listening on the phone that was sitting on the desk in front of them. They wanted answers they felt they deserved to have.

They waited.

The unmistakable call sound over skype echoed through the room until it didn't.

"Ah Lucas. I see you have your brothers with you. How are you boys?"

Niceties out of the way with seconds. None on this end were willing to let Marcus get away without answering questions.

"You didn't tell me the boys would be there Lucas. Your mother will be upset to know she missed them."

Lucas smirked a sideways smirk.

"Like last time Dad? You really must think we're stupid to let you get away with that again."

Marcus shifted in his seat with a slight reddening of his cheeks at being caught out.

"So what can I do for you boys?"

"Well Marcus" Damon started before Maxon jumped in.

"You're a two faced fûcking ársehole Marcus."

"Oh really Maxon?" Marcus scoffed "What exactly are you basing that assumption on? Would it be experience? Your own behaviour maybe? What about that pretty little Red you once had? You weren't exactly a poster child for the best boyfriend awards. In fact you were pathetic."

Maxon laughed loudly.

"Are you fúcking serious? I made a mistake, fuck I made alot of them but I owned eveey one of my mistakes. I never once fúcked another woman while I was with Red. Unlike you Marcus I have fúcking morals!"

Marcus chuckled and his eyebrows raised with an amused expression.

"So I guess this is like an intervention then? Well damn! Let's call Dr Phil and get his take on all of this too."

"Don't be a dipshít Dad. Just explain to us all why Mum agreed to let you screw other women. What words did you use to convince her? That's what we all want to know. She's our mother for fûck sake! You screwing around doesn't sit well with any of us!"

Marcus sighed and ran a weary hand over his face.

"Does it really matter? Isn't that between your mother and I?"

"Not when it affects the rest of us it isn't! Fúck Marcus! Have you ever once stopped and considered the consequences? What Mum went through with Dad? Fúck! There's no way she'd agree to this without some sort of persuasion!" Damon slapped his hand down on the desk just barely missing the phone.

"Are you sure boys? Because honestly you won't like what I have to say! I love your mother, you all know that so be very fúcking sure you're ready for the truth boys. While it's not bad on your mothers side there were things..." he paused and they looked at one another with a nod "just be sure!"

Grayson's voice came across the phone.

"Just say it Marcus."

"Are you all sure? Once I say the words..."

"Say it!" Maxon ground out with a clenched jaw.

Again Marcus ran his hands over his hair.

"Nicholas... Nicholas raped your mother repeatedly over the years. When we got together... well... she was petrified of sex of any description. Even cuddling was a problem."

"That still doesn't explain..."

"Oh for fúck sake son... you really want the words? Well here they are. Nicholas all but destroyed your mother with items that should never have gone near her body... ever! He raped her constantly and always with a smile on his fûcking face. Your mother didn't want sex... at all. As in never. She told me to find someone to have sex with because she couldn't do it."

"Well obviously you did have sex at some point."

"Well of course we did! Your mother isn't virgin Mary and I'm not Joseph. It took time. A lot of fucking time but with therapy and surgery..."

"What the fuck?" Damon exclaimed.

"Yes Damon I said surgery..."he paused again and was obviously deciding whether to continue and explain the need for surgery "Nicholas wanted to make sure she wouldn't sleep with anyone while he wasn't there. What he did... he deserved to die for it."

Four men hissed at his words. Expletives echoed the room with anger raging.

"Well, your mother was able to handle the deed eventually. Well as much as she could."

"What does that mean?" Lucas asked not really wanting to know."

"Lucas... boys" with a hesitant voice Marcus shook his head sadly "your Mum can't stand sex in any passionate form... do you understand what I'm saying? Fact is when I'm with your mother I make love to her. Very very gentle love. Other women... well they're an out. A release of tension if you like because fúck boys! I'm just as scared of hurting her as she is of me doing it. Boys, you have to understand just how fûcked up it is to see your wife scared of you touching her? That fear... it rips you to shreds..." he shuddered and shook his head "I wont say I'm doing her a favour by being with other women but your Mum knows and has always known I enjoy more than she can give. It was three years after she first told me to do it before I did and I blubbered like a fûcking baby after it... but..." he sighed "it became easier and while yes there were a few women over the years I never saw more than one at a time. Even then the visits were infrequent. I... fúck boys! Your mother looked at me like I was some sort of monster... it fúcking killed me! How do you think I felt?"

Lucas sat back quietly. He'd never condone his father cheating on their mother but he finally understood the reason why. He lived it in his own mind every single day when he thought of him and Tara making love. Would he be her monster? Was he already?

"OK" Damon said with shake of his head. "I... get it.. I think" he scrunched his nose up "but this Ellie situation... that's some serious fûcked up piece of work."

"Ellie was a mistake." Marcus' statement was met with four dark laughs and a round of fúck yeh's.

"And Gemma?" Lucas watched his father's face intently.

"You" Marcus' eyes were wide "you know about Gemma?"

"Obviously father or I wouldn't be asking" Lucas' tone was droll and dry and were the reason for Marcus to wince harshly.

"She's..."

"Her name is Gemma Porter. Shes fifteen and goes to Pymble Ladies College at Pymble here in Sydney. She has weekly contact with her father and thinks her mother is a bítch. She knows of her older brother and surprisingly she's a younger female version of him."

Lucas' words had Marcus sitting up straight and staring intently at the screen.

"You... what are you planning?"

"Well Dad I thought it might be nice to meet my little sister and get to know her. Who knows... she might like the ideas I have for her mother."

Marcus hissed and blew out a deep breath.

"I told you that I'd take care of Ellie..."

"Great job Dad. She confronted my wife. I'm sure you understand that in my book she shouldn't have done that." Lucas' voice was thick with hatred and a promise of repercussion.

"She shouldn't have done that..."

"No shít sherlock!" Maxon laughed "Did you get your diploma from the corn flakes packet? Or was it the Weeties? Tara's a fúcking nice girl and.."

Marcus raised his hand.

"I get it. I do. We'll be back in four days and I'll go and see her then..."

"Oh you won't have to worry about going anywhere Dad. She's living in a nice little room of the main house" Lucas' grin was bordering on evil intention "I intend that the woman won't be seeing daylight any time soon."

"Shít!" Marcus muttered. "I get it son but she's the mother of your sister.."

Damon laughed loudly.

"Will you listen to yourself Marcus? You can't protect her anymore. She tried to hurt one of our own. You, Marcus, gave her to your son obviously to get rid of her. Do you know how fúcked up that is? You gave the mother of your daughter to your son... that's fúcking sickening!"

"And you have the hide to mock my mistakes?" Maxon shook his head.

"You're fúcking lucky I didn't know this shít before I went to England Marcus because I would have made sure you knew how píssed I was!" Grayson's voice sounded angry and gruff as he spoke through the phone.

"We'll sort it Lucas. When I get back Ellie won't be a problem any..."

"Oh I know that Dad.... because I'll kill her before she gets the chance to hurt my wife. Family is family Dad and in my world I have a sister to a woman who will never be a part of my family. That in itself is enough for me to want her dead."