2024-12-25 19:12:48“Don't worry, sir. He's more trained than a military man. Think of him as a stupid beast who doesn't back out until he's got what he wants,” Lacey says, a grin on her face.
“I will take your word for it. If you could get my grandson, I'm making the contract a lifetime one.”“Alright.” Lacey hangs up.Her brother walks over to her with his cup. They make a toast and both sip from the cups.“That was easier than I thought,” Weston's brother says.“I haven't been able to sleep for the past two days,” Lacey muterrs.“I haven't slept for the past week. If we get this contract, I'll be fulfilled for the rest of my life. And, dad will finally see how important we are.”Lacey nods. “What do we tell him? I'm sure Weston can't come out of that place alive.”“Oh…we'll tell him Weston came to visit me. He overheard the conversation between me and the chairman, pulled a gun on me and threatened to shoot me if I didn't tell
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A car Damien provided is waiting for Weston outside. Weston looks at them as the car drives past them. They really look sad. Maybe they are not bad after all. Ivy has a lot to explain today. She had better have a reasonable explanation as to why she left Hannah on her own.Weston isn't sure of his feelings all the drive to where his daughter is. One moment, he's feeling guilty for leaving this daughter with his girlfriend even after knowing how little she cares about Hannah. Another moment, he's feeling damn angry with his damn self for being this stupid father. The car comes to a halt some distance to an abandoned warehouse. As soon as he steps out of the car, his phone rings. The call is from a restricted number. He answers the call as the car drives off.“You come here with a fucking gun and he dies,” a voice says at the other end. “I'm not with anything but if you dare touch her, you will regret the rest of your
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“Please…” the man groans. “Spare…me…?” “Who are you?” “The…the…chairman…he…knows…” “Who's the chairman?” Weston asks.“You…know…”Weston gets on his knees beside the man. The man's eyes bulge in fear.“You want me to continue?” Weston asks.“The chairman…Mr…Walmer…sent…us…Mr Walmer…he's the one…he knows…the chairman knows…”“What chairman are you talking about?” Weston growls. The man's legs trashes on the ground violently. “I…don't…want to…die…please…spare…” Weston stands up and tramples the man repeatedly under his boot. “You should have considered that when you abducted my daughter.” Weston hisses. He stops when he's sure the man is dead.He saunters to the corner where his daughter is. He carries her in his arms. Wait a minute. This…this isn't his daughter.His daughter's hair is longer. He looks at the kid in his hand. The kid is a boy!W
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Back then, he thinks, he never did confront them about why they made him do stuff for them and get punished for it. And he's doing that right now. No. He has to show them he isn't the same pushover.They messed with him back then but they won't get away with dragging his daughter in this shit.They will probably do it again if he allows them to get away with it. Weston looks around. He glances at himself. He's a mess. Anyone seeing him wil mistake him for a serial killer. He takes his phone from his pocket and searches for a public restroom. He soon finds one.Cautiously, he walks over. Luckily for him, he doesn't come across anyone all the while he goes there. Inside, he places orders for new shirts and pants. His bag from which he could have gotten new clothes is in his siblings’ office.He washed his hands first. It takes a lot of time before he's able to wash the blood off his hands. He's dryin
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“Really? Anderson?” Weston glances at him. “You're here to beg for money? How much do you need? I'm a billionaire, so just say the word and I'll deliver the money at your feet.”For some seconds the girl doesn't understand what's happening. Then she sees the smirk on Weston's face. Her face reddens in embarrassment and she walks off.“You're not getting paid this month, get that at the back of your head,” she says as she starts to go.“That's if he's here by the end of the month.” After she leaves, the two start to laugh. “I bet you're famished, let's go to my house.”“I'm not.”“You think I'm inviting you to my house just so you can eat? I've got…” Anderson looks around and lowers his voice, “Real stuff.” “You…” Weston's eyes widen. “No. I don't do drugs. Not yet.” He takes off his apron and drops it on a chair around. “Will your boss be okay with that?” “This is probably going
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Anderson falls on the sofa. He's running his now reddened hand through his hair.Weston swallows hard. This is just one of the reasons why he's never told anyone about the cancer stuff. “It's nothing, Anderson. I swear I'm okay now.” “You…” Anderson clears his throat, that doesn't make it less obvious he's fighting back tears. “You received treatment?” “Yeah. Radiotherapy and chemotherapy. I even had to shave my hair.” Weston laughs to make light of the situation but his laughter seems to add more to Anderson's fear. “What stage was it?” “I don't really remember,” Weston lies. “How're you feeling now?” “I'm cool, Anderson. I'm very much okay. I can do pretty much anything except smoke. I'm really okay.” Anderson stands up. He closes the distance between him and Weston and gives him a bear hug. “You're sure you're okay?” Anderson asks.“Yeah. It's been more than five years. You
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“Okay…actually…” Anderson clears his throat, his back still turned on Weston. “I want to build my wealth myself.” “Really?” “Yeah. I want to be proud that I'm the one who built my wealth myself,” Anderson lies. “That sounds like a good idea.” Anderson chuckles. “You could be my business partner when I finally achieve my dream. Um…Landon, you still remember the guy?” Cunningly, Anderson changes the topic. He glances at Weston. If there's anything that scares the shit out of him, it's losing Weston. Okay, that sounds cheesy but it's actually not. Anytime he remembers all the things Weston experienced as a kid in the name of some damn training, Anderson still can't help the shiver he feels. How can a father make a dead body lie beside his eight year old son in the middle of the night? What sort of damn training is that? How could a father shoot his twelve-year-old son?! In the
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Weston smiles at the man. He pats his shoulder and starts back inside, noting the man's bulging eyes. “Where did you learn that?” Anderson whispers to Weston.“Just some lines I caught from someone.” Weston opens the door without knocking. His two fucking siblings didn't even lock the door. They are in the sitting room. On a table in front of them are two bottles of champagne. Weston's lips curve in a smile. “Time to celebrate, huh? You could have invited me. I love celebrating too.”His brother looks at him from head to toe like he's some sort of disgusting creature. “You're here to apologize for that shit you did in front of the chairman?” Weston chuckles. His siblings must have thought he was an idiot. That he'll come here to apologize to them? “And, who is the guy you brought with you?” His sister asks. Anderson steps forward. He bows, his head almost touching the floor. “My name is Anderson
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“Weston, can you please drop the gun?” Weston's sister asks gently. “I already told you I'm not ready to drop it.” “Well…um…you're here to talk to us about something?” “Yeah. The next time you try that shit you did today, I'm not going to sit around and let it slide.” “In that regard, can you tell us who abducted the chairman's son?” Weston's sister asks with a smile. A smile that looks a lot genuine. “Weston.” She walks closer to him, the smile still on her face. “Have I ever told you how much you mean to me?” Weston swallows hard. His damn self wants to believe her even though he knows she's lying. Even though he knows she's saying all those without meaning a single word of it. Just…just how can she be like this? “When mom gave birth to you, I was the one who took care of you while she slept.” Weston bites hard on his lips. She's lying again. Pilling lies upon lies. Weston
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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
