2025-02-24 19:12:21They all stop at the entrance and make way for a human passage. And out comes a familiar guy. A guy in a suit. He has a cigarette in his hand with an expression Weston can swear he's never seen on Santiago's face before.
Santiago stops by their table. He puffs out some smoke on Weston before taking another drag.In his expensive suit and shoes, Santiago looks very well like a man of the underworld. One of those men who gives out orders and no one dares come back without fulfilling the order.He puffs out the smoke on Weston again before stepping on the chair beside Weston.A smile curls up his lip. “I really loved you, bro,” he drawls. “I didn't know love could hurt so much. No wonder Shakespeare wrote that story…you know the Romeo and Juliet thingy?”“Let's go, Lorette,” Weston gets up.Santiago throws his head backward, roaring in laughter. “Are you scared of me now, bro?”Weston turns to look at Santiago. “Who
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“I'm sorry, sir. I forgot to charge it.” “It's okay. I came to tell you your daughter will be reinstated back to work and with a higher pay,” Weston says. He notices the man's haggard appearance coming back together with the smile on his face. The face seems like it has not experienced a smile lately. Well, what sort of father would be happy with his daughter being unlawfully sacked from job without any explanation? Especially when the man spent his last damn on his daughter's medical school tuition. “Thank you so much, sir.” The man sighs in relief. “She kept saying there is a doctor that has the power to get her back to work but I didn't quite believe it. Words can't express how grateful I am now.” Weston smiles. “It's my pleasure. But…” he lowers his voice, “there is something I need to do before I can get your daughter back to work.”The smile disappears from the man's face, replaced with a sullen expression. “We don't have any mo
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The man nods slowly, looking a bit confused. Who wouldn't? Weston thinks. The rude way Lorette chose to pronounce the name is still a surprise to him even though they planned the whole stuff together. “Well…who…can I know who you are?” The man asks. Lorette looks at Weston and nudges at the security man. Weston bows slightly and brings out a business card from his pocket. He gives it to the security man. The man looks at it. His eyes dart to Lorette, his mouth opening slightly. He quickly makes way for her. “You can go in, ma'am. You can go in.” Lorette looks at him in disgust like some rude heiress before going inside. Weston is going in after her when the security man stops him. “Drivers are not allowed to go in,” the security man says. Lorette stops walking and turns around. She looks at the security man. “What did you say just now?” “Well…the drivers don't…” “Did you just call my
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“No, ma'am. That's not what I was suggesting, ma'am.” “I don't drink any wine other than Screaming eagle.” “Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am. I had no idea.” Lorette signals at Weston. Weston opens the briefcase and brings out Santiago's picture. He stands up and gives it to Lorette who in turn drops it on the table. Weston watches Sanderson's. There is no expression on his face. Slowly, he looks at Lorette, his brows raised now. “What do you want me to do with this?” He asks, his voice still maintaining the normal tone. “Isn't it obvious? Kill him,” Lorette says. Sanderson drops the picture rather quickly. He stands up. “I'm sorry, ma'am, I can't be of help to you. Maybe some other time, but as for this, I can't be of help. I'm so sorry.” “Why? I'm going to pay you a lot of money, however much you want,” Lorette says. “No. Just leave, please,” Sanderson says. “I want—” Lorette is start
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“I'mma give you great advice, Weston. Just go ahead and kill me. The last thing I can do is to tell you what you want,” Sanderson says. “The worst you can do is to inflict me with a lot of pain but the end result of that is death and I'm pretty much ready for that.” “There are some pain more painful than death, Mr Sanderson,” Weston says. “Go ahead, you fucking bastard. I have survived a series of bullet wounds, you could go ahead and shoot me in every part of my body until I die. That's the worst you can do, isn't it?” “Physical pain goes away but the emotional ones stick longer.” Sanderson laughs. He groans and tries to sit. “What? You're going to threaten me with my girlfriend? I don't have one. Or, my kid?” He laughs again. “I don't have kids, man. I am alone in this world. No family members, no parents—”“Because you killed your father at seventeen?” Weston cuts in. Slowly, Sanderson turns his head to stare at Weston. “
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About an hour later, Weston and Lorette are back in the hotel. Weston groans as Lorette massages his sore shoulders. “Are you deliberately being hard on me?” He groans again. “I'm not as wicked as you might be thinking.” “Look, Lorette—” Weston resists a groan. Damn. That man has a hell of weight. “Some guys are immune to physical pain. People like Sanderson, you know? They are not tough guys by name. They went through a lot of shit to get where they are. No matter how you try, you can't hurt them with physical pain. But you can get through their wall through the shit, like traumas and all those shit they've been through.” “It's good to receive some scolding from you,” she mutters. “Damn it. Is that all you picked out from all I said?” Weston raises his head to look at her. “If it wasn't scolding, what was it?” Weston shakes his head. “You're impossible. But really you deserve some scolding too. We didn't plan to
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“Damn it,” his father cusses at the other end. “I'm not saying you should do the bad stuff he's up to, you just have to know how to behave around him. I mean, he should be an ally, he's too dangerous to be an enemy. Even his father can't dare disagree with what he says because he knows the implication.”“So, what you're saying, sir, is that I should pretend to go along with him so he doesn't harm me?” “Exactly.” “I ain't doing that. I'll be mad at anyone who does that to me. And, by the way, you know pretty well those who act like that are cowards. Apart from all those, we both know it's impossible for me to be around him and not work with him.” “Weston…” “I can't compromise my integrity, sir. What is wrong is wrong. San is an enemy the moment I got to know he kills innocent people. I can't continue being friends with him, pretence or not. Not especially when he doesn't show any sign of wanting to change.” “His father is sca
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“You're in bed, already. You have to tell me about your daughter tonight. You must tell me, otherwise neither of us are sleeping and I mean it.” Weston stares at her. With his head on her lap, he's getting a really dangerous thought that he knows he shouldn't be having. Not especially when he's alone in a room with Lorette and it's in the night and she's looking at him like this. He tries get his head off her lap but he can't. She has more strength than he thought she possesses. “Would you get talking now or you'll not?” She asks. Weston points to her hand on his mouth. She takes her hand off his mouth but her eyes remain on him. Weston is trying really hard to look away from her but he can't. Has she always looked this beautiful? He doubts that. If she has, he'd have noticed it. It must be some of that damn make-up she uses only that—his brain reminds him—Lorette just finished taking her bath and only slightly weird women
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Weston feels his chest tightening even though he wants to deny what she said. He wants to tell her he's sure he is a better father and he will make sure his daughter doesn't go through any shit but…he thinks about it for some moment. He doesn't know where his daughter is right now, he got engaged with the wrong woman who doesn't care about their daughter and he's left his daughter with that same woman for the past few months.He swallows hard and stares at the ceiling. “Your father's gene is inside of you, so you have some damn traits of his inside of you but that doesn't mean you'll be cruel in the same way as your father was to your daughter. I mean…you care about your daughter,” Lorette says. Weston feels some damn tears in his eyes. He cares about his daughter…he does care about her…why the hell did his father not care about him? Was he different? Did he miss something? “And…” Lorette adds quietly, “I think you need to heal of those shit yo
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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
