2025-02-16 19:16:33“Shit. I almost fainted. What's she seen since she started working for you?” Santiago asks.
“Nothin’. I'm clean when she's around. Playing the role of the good guy. She's pretty much a chatting type,” Jace says.“But you can't be sure, bro.”“I wonder why boss promoted you with you suspecting everything,” Jace says.“You can't trust nobody, bro. I don't trust no one.”“Update me, man…”Weston hears the clicking of glass cups.“No update. Personal information.”“Boss said he gave you a special assignment,” Weston hears Santiago say.“Special means I can't share with nobody.”“Not even me?”“You've been disappointing me these days…can't tell you shit like I used to do. I don't trust to begin with but you've been disappointing me,” Santiago says.“How?”“Ivy. What's with you and her?”“Oh…? That? Just needed some way to get into that family and she sh
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Santiago opens his eyes. He doesn't take off the duvet. He stares at the door. Damn! Damn damn! Shit!Fuck!!!So, Weston and Lorette are going about doing shit behind him? For crying out loud, he almost didn't believe it when he saw Weston's car coming inside Jace's house and to think the two went as far as using a damn disguise to conceal their fucking identity? That's laughable. Fucking laughable. To think that stupid Weston who's gone to do his shit for like ten years and made him wait for him all his life is going about doing shit behind him? He can forgive anything but he can't forgive it when people use him against his will. What the fuck is Weston trying to do? Using him against his plan? He gets up from the bed to check the camera he installed in the room. He stops the recording and checks the footage of the last few minutes. He slept for two hours. The pills are working so damn well. He
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“Man, explain why you killed the chef! I need a fucking explanation!” Weston shouts. “Don't you dare raise your voice at me, you bastard!” Santiago shouts back. “Bastard?” Weston scoffs. “Bastard?” Santiago opens the door and storms out of the room only to come back about two seconds later, he slams the door shut behind him and walks closer to Weston. “Yes, I killed the chef.” Santiago nods. “I killed her because she was getting in my way. I killed Logan because he was getting in my way too, he had no respect for me who gave him the most of his power and influence. I killed Jace because he was stupid enough to keep a woman like your ex around him. I killed Jose because he was too nosy, I killed Coben because he started messing with the wrong person, I killed those three students on the campus because they were fucking coward. “Bro, let's keep the respect mutual. I don't want you messing with me. I don't have enough patience for peopl
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“Please tell me what's happening,” she pleads. “San wouldn't tell me anything. You're just making a joke out of this again, right?” Weston stares at Lorette. “Please say something. I'm scared as it is now. Please, don't keep quiet.” Weston closes the trunk and is walking to the driver's seat when Lorette hugs him from behind. “I don't know what's going on, but can you please don't walk away without saying anything?” Weston swallows hard. “I thought you'd be different. You're not like any of the girls I have met, that stuck me about you, but you're not different after all.” She releases her hold and slowly comes in front of Weston, looking really bewildered. “What…? What do you mean, Weston? What…what are you talking about?” Weston lets out a deep breath filled with exasperation. “No need to pretend anymore. I already know what you and Santiago are up to. No need to deceive me anymore.” With that, he goes into his
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Weston honks the horn twice. The gate automatically opens. The technology in this house is one of the many ones that will never cease to amaze Weston. The few days he spent here before he, Santiago and Lorette went to the campus was just so fucking filled with him getting fascinated the way the house is ran with technology. As Weston drives in, he remembers the way he came here some months ago. It seems just like yesterday. Yeah, he's got more money, the money he's making from the chairman's company will make him wealthy for the rest of his life but he knows deep down that money is the least on this list right now. Going by his fucking list, he's a damn failure. A big head failure who doesn't know where his daughter is talking less of fulfilling the promise he made to his daughter months ago to come back for her once he's rich. He stops the car and comes out of it. Two men in suit are beside his car, heads bowed.
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“If I'm correct, without your father's money, you're still the broke man you used to be,” his godfather says. Weston wants to say no. He wants to tell his godfather about the multiple companies he's now controlling even without being there but he doesn't. So he lies, “yes, sir.” “A real man isn't supposed to live on his parents’ money, Weston. A real man is supposed to have money with his own effort. He shouldn't be one of those who leech off his parents.” Weston nods slowly. “I'm proud to say Santiago is rich without having to ask me for a dime.” Weston nods again.“Don't you want that type of life? I bet you want to give your father a reason to be proud of you.” Weston nods. “What do you think?” “It's a good idea, sir,” Weston says.“I'll call Santiago right now and ask him to treat you like a brother. You're both brothers. Cooperate with him and you'll be richer than him in less than
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Weston overtakes a damn slow car in front of him. He dials a number on his phone, hand controlling the steering wheel.“Hello,” Weston says once there is an answer at the other end. “Hello?” A female voice answers at the other end. Weston glances at the phone. He frowns. He didn't call the wrong number. “Where is Anderson?” “I'm sorry, but Mr Anderson is taking a nap at the moment. You could call in the next hour or you can tell me what you want to tell him so I can tell him when he wakes up.” Despite himself, Weston feels a kind of relief flood through his heart. Anderson finally went back to his parents. “Just tell him Weston called,” Weston says. “Oh…Weston…the Weston Lawson?” The woman asks, her voice sounding slightly surprised. “Yes.” “Wait a moment, sir. I'll go check on him.” For some seconds there is silence before Anderson's voice comes on the line. “Hey, man,” Ande
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Later that night, Weston loads the gun, he tucks it in his pocket. He adjusts his black baseball cap and looks at the hotel building. He storms in. He doesn't give a damn about the security men asking him why he is here, he doesn't stop walking and to their luck, they don't come after him. Weston knows damn well he'd fill some head with lead if they dare stop him. Just as he enters the hotel, his phone rings. It's the same unknown number that called him earlier. He answers the call and looks around the reception. There is no one around, not even the receptionist is at her desk. “Go to the elevator on your left and come to the seventh floor. Knock on the door of the first room you see and open the door. I'll be waiting for you,” the person says and hangs up. Weston strides to the elevator, he goes in and presses the button for the seventh floor. He feels the gun around his pocket. It's either he kills that damn man tonight or nothing.
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His father is trying to withdraw his hand from the gun but Weston's grip holds the man's hand on the gun. “Go ahead, sir. Don't be afraid. This is the time you have been waiting for. You're probably going to relish this moment for the rest of your life after I am gone.” “W-what what what the hell are y-you you doing?” His father stutters. Weston looks at his father in the eyes. “What? You're scared to do it?” “Have you lost your fucking mind?!”Weston nods slowly, a smile on his face. “Yes, sir. I have finally lost my mind. Thanks to you, it was easier to lose it than I thought.” He finally let go of his father's hand. The man falls back on the sofa, his face pale and widen as he stares at Weston. “You and I are the ones in on this,” Weston says, “let's not drag my daughter into this.” He picks his gun from the ground and walks to the door. He's about to open the door when his father's voice stops him. “I
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“I have now,” Weston drops the picture frame on the sofa and carries Hannah in arms. “How is that? Did they disappear and come back?” She asks. “Daddy, how do people become people? I have not seen anyone jump down from the sky. Are there places where people go to pick babies? Daddy…answer me…” she whines as he carries her in the car. “Which of them should I answer first?” “When I grow up, can I become an actor? I will be on the screen. Will you watch my movies?” “Of course. Why won't I?” About two hours later when Weston drives to his parents house, Hannah is sleeping in the back seat probably tired of rambling for hours. He smiles as he parks the park and wakes her. “Have we arrived?” She asks, looking at him sleepily. Weston nods. “Big pop and lala are waiting to see you.” He helps her get out of the car and holds her hand. He's barely climbed the first step leading to the house when his mother rushes
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Later that evening, Weston is in the sitting room, watching Lorette and Hannah have one of their long funny conversations as they prepare for a visit to his parents. “When I grow older, I want to be a museum tour guide,” Hannah says. “Didn't you say you want to be a make-up artist some minutes ago?” Lorette asks as he helps her into her shoes. “I can do that as a side job. When I don't have clients in the shop, I'll quickly go to the museum,” Hannah says. “What about the online cooking tutorials? How are you going to have time for that?” “Oh…that? Daddy, I can shoot videos at midnight, right?” Weston frowns. “When are you going to sleep then?” “I can sleep for two hours.” “Two hours?” Weston asks in horror. “Yes. I am going to shoot the cooking tutorial videos for like two hours. Another two hours, I'll use it to shoot videos for my dance clas
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Three days later, Weston knocks at the door of a hospital room before going in. The patient on the bed raises his head. He stares at Weston then at Hannah whom Weston is holding.“You're okay?” Weston asks before realizing it's the dumbest question to ask a person on a hospital bed. “Yes…?” Jose answers. Weston can't really tell if Jose is trying to play dumb too or he doesn't know what he's saying. “Hannah, meet Jose, he's one of the best friends that daddy has,” Weston tells his daughter. “And, Jose, this is my daughter.” Jose's mouth parts slightly. He closes it a few seconds later and smiles. “She…she looks young.” Weston chuckles. “Young? What's a five year old supposed to look like? Old?” “I…sorry. I mean. Shit. You have a sure way of taking me by surprise.” “You think so?” Weston strides to Jose's bed. He drops the fruit basket in his hand on the table. “Last time I checked, you did some
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“Hey, Santiago,” his godfather says once there is an answer at the other end. “How are you, sir?”“I…I'm sorry.” His godfather shut his eyes. “What the fuck did you do again? I already told you I got Weston and Lorette covered. I have Weston's kid with me, I'll use her to—” “That's not it,” his father cuts in quickly. “I…um…I told Weston about Dylan.” For a lot of seconds, there is silence at the other end. “Where are you?” Santiago's voice is unbelievably too calm for the revelation. “Home, of course.” “Let's talk face to face.” Then the line goes off. The phone falls from his godfather's hand. He runs his hand through his grey hair. “You have a kid?” “Am I supposed to answer that?” “If I knew you had a kid, I'd have abducted her and used her against you. I had no idea at all.”What? Is he out of his mind? His godfather raises his head and looks at Weston. “Once San
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Weston can tell from the look on her face that there is something more. He waits for her to tell him. “I stumbled in on San and his father arguing one day, San was kind of telling his father to keep shut if he doesn't want his ass in the pool.” Weston waits. He's sure she isn't just telling him just for telling sake. There must be something more. He waits a while longer, forcing his damn brain not to think his daughter is five and she's with fucking Santiago. “He hates it when people snitch on him,” Lorette adds. “Kind of…he…” she lets out a deep breath. “Sorry. I just…I had no idea I'd be telling this to anyone.” For some seconds, she stops to get her emotions back together. “Even if San tells me something as little as what he ate last night that nobody knows about, he doesn't want me to tell anyone. When…I think we were sixteen when I first realized it. He told me he was fooling around with a girl and I kind of jokingly told the girl to tak
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Weston stops the car and runs his hand through his hair. “I begged you, apologized to you, did all sorts of things but you still didn't agree to get married to me, so why do you keep asking about your daughter?” “When did you apologize to me?” There is silence at the other end before Ivy starts to talk. “Okay, since you want to hear it, I'mma tell you. If there is anything I regret, it's having Hannah. I thought you would dump me for some other women later if I didn't have a child for you since you don't really seem all that ready to get married to me. I needed something to assure me you're not going anywhere and getting pregnant seemed like the best deal.” Weston bites hard on his lower lip. “You must have figured this out but I stopped using contraceptives without telling you. But I'm starting to realize it's all stupid now. If I knew Hannah was going to be a burden to me, I wouldn't have gotten pregna
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With rage, he dials Santiago's number. “What the fuck do you think you're doing?” He shouts. “Hey, you wanna make me deaf or something?” “Whatever shit you're up to, you should know better than to involve my daughter.” “What can you do?” “Where the hell are you?” “Not so easy, bro. Not so easy. I need to spend some time playing with Hannah and getting to know her before we come to an agreement of what to do. Till then, stay anxious.” With that, the line goes off. Weston dials the number again, it doesn't ring. Obviously, Santiago blocked him. He dials another number. “Find out where that fucking bastard is.” “Alright, sir.” He dials his father's number. “I need to find out where Santiago is.” “Okay. Is everything okay?” “No but I don't have the
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Weston comes out of his car. It's been more than thirty minutes since the cop pulled him over but he's not responded to him since then. The other cars he pulled over before Weston's are long gone and the cop doesn't seem like he has anything he's doing at the moment. “Excuse me,” Weston calls the cop’s attention. The cop glances at Weston. “I'll attend to you soon, I'm quite busy.” “If you're not going to come check whatever it is that you want to check, I might as well start going. I didn't do anything wrong in the first place.” “You didn't do anything wrong?” The cop scoffs. “Was that how you were supposed to put on your seatbelt? Was that how you were supposed to fasten it?!” Weston frowns. “What?” Is there a certain way to fasten seat belts? “Come with me,” the cop says, already walking to Weston's car. They get to the car and t
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“Daddy was smiling in the picture Abigail gave to me. And, daddy only smiles when he is with people he likes.” Santiago chuckles again. “How old are you?” “I am five years old. How old are you?” “Me? I'm the same age as your father.” “Daddy is…um…twenty five. You're twenty five?!” She asks in surprise.Santiago nods. “Yeah. Why?”“Daddy said monsters are old, like five hundred years old. And Father Richard said only monsters kill people. Does that mean you're a young monster?” The smile dies off Santiago's face. “I'm not a fucking monster.”“‘Fucking’? What does that mean? Do you have a dictionary? I'll look up the meaning.” “I mean, I'm not a monster. That's the meaning.” He glances at Hannah to see her staring at him. The glasses on her face feel like some gadget she's using to scan his thoughts. “What…” he clears his throat. “You can't see without your glasses?” She sighs. “It's a lon
