A Bastard For The Heir

Disgusting Mechanic!

His heart hammering furiously, Wayne Costa took a deep plunge down the cliff, the last thing he heard was the curses and scowls of the men behind him.

A while later, he snapped his eyes open. 

Wayne winced when he tried to move, his arm broken and bruised. Luckily, the branch above broke his fall, reason why he was still in a pretty good shape.

He got up, wiping the dirt off his body and making his way past the trees, stopping at a river to drink some water.

Wayne just returned from his studies abroad under his father's instructions, to get married to the daughter of the prestigious Moore family.

At first he was skeptical, but when his father promised he could gat divorce a year after, he obliged to the wedding that took place a week ago.

Strangely, an hour ago he received a call that his parents, Simon and Nina Costa, were caught in fire and had been rushed to the hospital. 

He was rushing to the hospital in panic when some men dressed in black suddenly overtook his car and started firing. He managed to get out and dash down the road stumbling down the dark until he got to the cliff.

He had no idea who those men were or who sent them, but he knew it was someone that intends to wipe his family put and take over their various companies.

Wayne gritted his teeth in pain, determined to survive and hunt each one of the people involved and make them pay.

He finally got past the bushes to a deserted road, he stopped to rest on a rock. After a while, he heard sounds of cars coming along in the distance.

“Let go of me, you bastard!” An old man shrieked in anguish when the cars pulled to a stop and Wayne quickly hid behind some rocks. 

A young man dragged the old man out, pushing him violently to the floor, malicious intent emanating from his body.

The old man was Damon Salvatore, the helmsman of the powerful Salvatore family in Los Angeles.

“You old hag. I swore to give you a very painful death.” the young man smirked. “Beat him up!” 

"Jason, you bastard!" Damon warned but three men came forward to throw vicious blows at him, ignoring his agonizing pleas.

Wayne clamped his hands over his mouth to prevent his strangled shriek, these men were extremely dangerous.

How did they manage to kidnap such a powerful man?

As he watched, Jason retrieved an injection from his pocket, stabbing it into Damon's neck. The old man writhed violently on the floor, his ears and nose bleeding profusely.

“Ha. Ha.” Jason bent to grab his gray hair. “This drug would paralyze your body before killing your organs slowly. In the next 2 hours, expect a very agonizing and horrendous pain coursing through our body!” 

“You won’t get away with this!” Damon croaked, falling limp to the ground.

When the cars finally zoomed off, Wayne rushed to him.

His face was pale and drawn, several cuts on his body, blood spilling out his nose staining his white suit. He fluttered his eyes open, every movement of his eliciting a painful groan.

“P. . .Please help m. . .me.”

_

4 years later. . .

Wayne walked into the large Delco Halls, waiving through the few number of guests here to attend the 60th birthday party of Anna Moore.

But, he wasn't here to attend the party.

Wayne ran his eyes round the hall, his gaze fixated on the people at the high table surrounding the celebrant.

Most members of the Moore family had aged a lot in the past four years.

Wayne curled his fists when Anna’s first son, Gary stood up to give a speech, clutching onto a gold walking stick.

That walking stick was Simon Costa's!

“Ah!" A middle aged woman bumped into Wayne, spilling her drinks on him.

“Hey, lad. Can't you watch where you're going?” She shrieked in disgust.

“I'm sorry, ma'am.” He bowed in apology.

The woman was obviously from a rich family.

“Is your apology going to get the stain off?” She yelled, glancing at his mechanic coveralls in disgust. “Who let a disgusting mechanic in here?"

“There's just a little stain on the clothes, ma'am. With the correct amount of laundry, it would come off.”

“This is Louis MO, you idiot!” She was petrified at the fact that a nonentity was talking back at her. “My dress is worth thousands of dollars and made from the finest silk! Do you think you can get rid of the stain that easily?”

Wayne gritted, this loud woman was already getting attention from the crowd. It was obvious she was trying to pick on him.

"Excuse me, Mrs Rogers. What happened?" A man walked up to them.

It was Ashton, the butler of the Moore family.

“This idiot spilled the drink on my dress and is being arrogant about it!” 

“How dare you act arrogant in front of her?” Ashton hollered at him. “Do you know who Mrs Rogers is?”

Wayne only smirked. Ashton hadn't changed a bit, he was still as hypocritical as ever.

“I already apologized to the lady, what else does she want me to do?” He replied coldly.

Ashton was stunned at the casual tone with which the young man spoke. But before he could react, he realized that the voice sounded familiar.

He adjusted his glasses to stare at him, his face freezing up in shock. "W. . . Wayne Costa?”

“Glad you still recognize me after all these years.” Wayne smirked. “How has the Moore family been, feeding off my parents’ money?” 

“What’re you doing here?” Ashton stuttered, glancing back at the high table in panic.

Old Lady Moore mustn't see this brat here. 

“What the hell is this loser sprouting?” Mrs Rogers butted in. “How dare you speak so low of the number one prestigious family here in Las Vegas? Seems you have a death wish!"

Gary was already done with his speech and the speakers were turned off, so Mrs Rogers voice attracted most of the guests.

They began gossiping, eyeing Wayne maliciously. A delivery man dared to speak ill of the Moore’s?

Wayne had been looking for a way to approach Anna Moore but this insolent woman just presented him with a perfect opportunity.

His face relaxed into a bored smile.

"After spilling wine into my Louis MO, you have the audacity to talk back and be rude to me?" She raised her voice so everyone would hear.

Ashton glanced down at Wayne's clothes in disgust, wondering why he was working as a lowly mechanic. “Accept my apologizes, Mrs Rogers.” 

“I can only forgive this brat if he goes down on his knees, else don’t expect me to spare him!”

“You heard her! Go on your knees and beg like your life depends on it!” Ashton ordered.

“What?” Wayne regarded them with a chuckle. “You've got to be kidding me. You both aren't even worth my glance not to talk of my respect!”

People around them gasped.

Mrs Roger's face turned red from anger. “Punk! You don't know who my family is right? The Rogers are one of the most powerful families here in Las Vegas, we would crush you and make your life miserable!”

“What the hell is going on here?” An authoritative voice echoed from the center of the hall. 

Everyone's attention came fixated on a tall, charismatic man with well-trimmed beard. 

"It's Gary Moore!"

The crowd cleared the way for him as he made his way to the commotion, his cold eyes on Ashton. “What's going on? Why’s my mother's party getting interrupted?”

Ashton trembled under his gaze. “Sir-"

“This wretched mechanic bumped into me and refused to apologize.” Mrs Rogers cut Ashton off with a loud voice.

Gary's domineering gaze finally landed on Wayne and his face paled in shock, surprise with a little hate flicking through his eyes. "Wayne?"

“Hi, uncle. It's been a while.” Wayne smirked.

“W. . .What're you doing here?”

"I'm here to get what belongs to me." Wayne's face morphed into a snicker. “What you stole from my parents 4 years ago!”

The Moore's had confiscated all his parents properties under he guise of being their in-laws, after trying kill him back then.

Now he was back to get it and get revenge on them for murdering his parents!