I Am A Multibillionaire Dad

7

“Weston!” He hears Santiago calling him but he doesn't stop running.

He glances back and sees Santiago running after him. He looks back in front of him and continues running.

Two minutes later after rounding ridiculously insane corners, Weston gets close to the man, grabs the man's coat and throws him against a wall.

The shopping bag in the man's hand falls as the man’s body crashes against the wall with a loud sound.

Weston bends down and checks the package bag. He frowns. A fucking carton of alcohol? Is this what those two are fighting on?

Weston chuckles. He hears the groaning of the man who he threw against the wall. He walks over to the man.

“Are you okay?” He asks the man.

“I'm sorry…” the man says, huddling at the wall.

“The fact that you can still talk means you're okay.” Weston raises his leg to kick the guy but he stops, suddenly not interested in doing anything to him.

“Weston…” Santiago pants, stopping some distance from Weston.

“I found the stuff.”

“I was calling…you not to…do…anything…to…the man. We could have bought another one,” Santiago says, still panting.

“Oh, sorry. I thought it was something important.”

Santiago bent backward, his hands on his knees, panting.

“You could have waited for me.”

“What if you missed your way? I don't have your number,” Santiago says.

“I'm sorry, man.” Weston glances at the man who is still huddled against the wall. “Why did you pick it when it isn't yours?”

“I'm sorry, sir. I wanted something to take care of my son and this is the only thing. I thought…I thought if I could sell it, I'll be able to afford a meal for him tomorrow,” the man says, his voice choking with tears.

Weston swallows hard. He turns to Santiago. “Got any cash on you?”

Santiago frowns. “What?”

“I don't have any cash on me.”

“Well…” Santiago watches Weston oddly, he brings out his wallet and gives it to Weston.

“How much is there?” Weston asks.

“I don't…I don't have an idea. It should be more than two thousand dollars.”

Weston throws the wallet on the man's body. “Use that to buy something for your kid. In the meantime, find something to do. I don't think your kid will be happy to hear you stole. And…if I come across you doing something like this again, you're dead.”

The man quickly gets on his knees. “Thank you, sir. Thank you so much, sir.”

Weston doesn't reply, instead, he turns to Santiago who is still looking at him weirdly.

“Let's go,” Weston says.

“What…what was that?” Santiago asks after some moment of walking in silence.

“Nothing, really.”

“That was…cool…” Santiago says.

A Lamborghini park beside them.

Santiago opens the door for Weston to get in. He sits beside Weston in the back seat.

“Are you two okay?” Lorette asks from the driver seat, casting a glance at them.

“Thanks to you, I have lost a thousand calories in one night,” Santiago says.

“How many calories are in your tiny body? And, I wasn't asking you, I was asking Weston.”

“We're okay,” Weston says.

“The way Weston ran reminds me of something. You know that game where a guy and his girlfriend are talking and another guy suddenly comes out of nowhere and grabs the girl's bag?”

Lorette clears her throat. “Must you show everyone how senseless you are?”

“All this is your fault in the first place.”

“Please, stop. The two should please stop,” Weston says.

“She's a bitch,” Santiago whispers to Weston.

Weston closes his eyes. For the rest of the ride, he lets his mind wander around what happened in the past few hours. Already, he finds himself missing his daughter.

He opens his eyes and stares at the street they drive past through the window. It's nice like this. He'll get back to his daughter, but first, he has to make sure he'll be someone she's proud to call her father the next time he sees her.

The car comes to a halt in front of a magnificent house. The gate opens as the car nears it. A man comes over to them. He waves his hand and smiles.

“That's Roger,” Santiago tells Weston.

Weston nods.

“He's a robot.”

“What? Robot?” Weston asks, staring at the man as the car drives past.

“There are a lot of them in our house. Dad thinks things are pretty easy with them, since they can't get scared of…”

Weston is sure Santiago deliberately leaves the rest of the sentence uncompleted.

“The one in the kitchen is the most friendly of them all,” Santiago says just as the car stops.

They all get down, Lorette walks in another direction while Santiago takes Weston upstairs.

“My room is that one beside dad's.”

Weston nods. Before he ran away from his house too, his room was beside his father's own. He swallows hard as the memories of some of the nights when his door would open and his father would come in to get him ready for that night's ‘training’ comes into his mind.

Santiago knocks once on the door before opening it.