I Am A Multibillionaire Dad

8

A man in white robe who seems to have just had a cool night bath sits on the massage chair. He looks at them as they walk in.

“See who we've got here?” He stands up from the chair and opens his arms for a hug.

Weston walks over to him and hugs him.

“You look mature now,” he says after pulling away from Weston.

The word causes Weston's heart to skip another beat, but he smiles.

“How about you get him something to eat, San? He must be famished.”

“Alright, dad,” Santiago says and leaves.

“Have your seat,” his godfather says after Santiago leaves the room.

Carefully, Weston walks over to the closest sofa in the room and sits down.

“How have you been?” His godfather asks.

“You want an honest answer?” Weston asks.

“Yes.”

“Life's been rough and tough.”

His godfather sits back on the massage chair. “If you had not ran away, you'd have known everything there is to know about what your father wants from you.”

Weston bites on his lower lip.

“No need to cry over spilled milk, right? What is done is done.”

“I'm sorry, sir.”

“No problem, Weston. The fact that you ran away made me envious of your father. San took all his training without ever trying to run away. I wanted him to at least be unyielding but he wasn't.” His godfather laughs. “Maybe I wasn't as hard on him as your father was hard on you.”

Weston rubs his face.

“Well, I want to get it over with tonight. What question do you have for me?”

“Why must you do it to us?” Weston asks his godfather the question that has always been on his mind since he was ten. “I asked dad and he wouldn't give me any answer.”

“We have a vision…how do I explain it for you to understand? Um, your father, Lorette’s father…you've met her?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Your father, Lorette’s father and I have a vision and that vision is to take down the bad guys in the society. As many of them as we can take down.”

“So…you want the three of us to take down the bad guys, all of them?”

“If you can take down all of them, that will be cool. Then we will have a world free of bad people.”

Weston wants to tell his grandfather that is wishful thinking. How can they take down all the bad guys in the world? Are they gods? But he doesn't say that. He will not say anything that will make his father disown him totally.

Weston smiles. “I get it.”

“Good. You can rest for the rest of this week before you proceed with the mission. Once you start, there is no time for resting. Your father must have told you; it's either you take them down or they take you down.”

Weston nods even though his hands are shaking. It's either he dies or he kill those guys…his godfather said it as if his life is a fucking game.

“You'll be starting from college. I got the three of you registered in a prestigious college, you'll be second year students…I think you should eat first, later you can come back for the rest of the information.”

Weston stands up quickly. He can't wait to get out of here. He bows and leaves the room.

Santiago is waiting for him at the front of the door. He looks at him and smiles.

“You're okay?” Santiago asks.

“I'm cool.”

Two days later, a car pulls up in the school compound, the chauffeur comes around and opens the door.

Weston and Santiago get out of the car. Simultaneously, a car pulls up behind theirs and Lorette comes down from it.

Weston adjusts his sun shade and looks around the large school compound. He tucks his hands in the pocket of his jacket. Why is it so cold today?

The chauffeur goes around to the trunk to get their traveling bags.

All of a sudden, Weston sees a girl run past them. In a twinkle of an eye, another guy runs past, two seconds later, Weston cannot count the number of people who have flee past him.

Another guy runs past them, he falls, his books scatter on the ground, he stands up, his arm bleeding, leaves the books on the ground and runs past them like a crazy guy.

Just as Weston is going to ask aloud the cause of the chaos, a guy comes over, following him is a group of guys, all dressed in expensive clothes.

“This is crazy,” Weston hears Santiago whisper.

The guy stops some distance from the three of them, so does his escort. At first, the guy stares at the three of them in what seems to Weston as an utter surprise.

“Are they humans?” The guy asks no one in particular. The escorts behind are not left out in the surprise.

“I guess they are new here,” one of the escorts says.

The guy comes forward, he walks toward Weston and takes the sunglasses off Weston's eyes.

“Who are you?” The guy asks Weston.

“I was going to ask you the same.”

The guy chuckles. “I was going to fucking overlook this action of yours but now, I don't think I want to do that shit. Next time…” he pauses as if to make the words sink in. “The next time you go to a place and see people running, run and ask them after the incident is over why they are running.”

“That sounds like the advice a coward would give,” Weston says.

The guy nods. He steps back and snapped his fingers. “Show them why those guys were running.”

Almost immediately, the escorts plunge at the three of them.

Weston easily throws the guys that lunges at him on the ground. He glances at Santiago, the guy seems to be having the greatest fun of his life.

Lorette? Weston darts a glance at her while he kicks a silly idiot across the compound. Weston chuckles. Lorette is dealing with the guys in style, she grabs a guy in the hair, the guy lets out a yelp.

Two minutes later, all the guys are on the ground, groaning and sweating despite the cold. None of them seem to have sustained any noticeable injury but they are all on their butts on the ground.

The guy claps, a wide grin on his face. He walks over to Weston.

“You're cool, man. I'll love to see you around.” He slips Weston's sun shade back in his face.

“There is a party for fresheners this evening, I'll love to see you there.” He brings out a card from his pocket and gives it to Weston. “The three of you should come. We can be a family.”

Weston glances at Santiago the same time the latter glances at him. Santiago’s lips curve in a smile.

First mission accomplished.