Legacy Of The Chaotic Heir

Chapter four

There was confusion in his eyes as he continued to watch the strange drama that unfolded right before him.

Random thoughts ran through his mind as to what could be going on.

Could it be a joke that they were only trying to play games with him? What if it was all the work of the Mafia lord?

Gunther was gripped with fear as he fell to the ground and bowed his head in panic.

"I have done nothing wrong. All I have made sure all my life is to do good and nothing other than that." There was fright in his voice as he continued to shiver.

Everyone was frightened to their brain seeing what was going on before them.

Their faces all broke out in cold sweat and they swiftly fell to the floor, their hearts regularly skipping beats.

"We are sorry young master. Please get, you are going to get all of us killed." They pleaded.

And for the first time, he quickly raised his head, his eyes brightened as he went further to say.

"So you weren't planning to kill me?" He swiftly inquired but the shake of the head was what he got instead.

"How can we even think of such an act, Young master? Grand Master Young is going to kill all of us if he ever hears anything related to that." She replied.

But every single word that they spoke, only got him even more confused than he was already.

"Who is that?" He inquired.

"You aren't going to understand what's going on. Just come with us and everything is going to be made clear to you." She finally replied, gesturing to the Roll Royce that lay before them.

His heart was divided on the decision that he was going to make at this point, not able to place his mind on one thing.

What if they were only lying to him just to lure him?

"Organ harvesters." The thoughts rang in his head multiple times

His head seemed to be tearing apart in an attempt to keep up with a particular decision but it was difficult for him to make one.

"Young Master?" The voice that came afterward snapped him off from his thoughts and opened his hands, the next thing that he saw was stretched hands.

A large lump went down his spine once again as he stared at her hands and back at the car.

"Gunther. Go with them. You have absolutely nothing to lose afterward." He assured himself.

With a nod, he followed her closely from behind. He was treated more like a celebrity, the door parted open so that he could go in.

But even with the grateful reception, that still wasn't enough to pull the fear off from his doubting mind.

After driving for a few hours, they finally came to a stop and he stepped out of the car.

Gunther's eyes met with the stunning sight of a gigantic gate laced with beautiful linens of gold and silver.

It was one of the most beautiful things that he had ever seen all his life.

He proceeded slowly into the building, a red carpet entrance right from the gate as he continued to stare at the wonderful scenery.

He was afraid that his shoes were going to soil the extremely beautiful floors so he had to tread with so much care, regularly staring at the floor.

Finally, they got to a door and it was parted open. He was greeted by a scent followed by the regular pattern of feet.

But staring at the room, it was empty. It brought back his fears and his worries that had earlier been laid away.

"What's going on here? Are you planning to lock me up?" He inquired swiftly but there was no response from the other end.

"Answer me." A frightened yell escaped from his mouth but then, he was answered by a main voice.

"They are only here to protect you. They won't dare to harm you." A voice came from the other end like a piercing stab.

He stopped swiftly, the elegant sound seemingly like a stab in his heart.

Gunther stood right on the spot waiting for what was next for him.

He could hear the elegant pattern of feet and even though he had not seen the owner of those steps, he could already tell that they came from a super dignity.

Soon, the face of the one that was walking towards him was revealed. A man in his mid-fifties.

Staring at Gunther seemed to bring back swift memories from the past as he walked gradually toward him

There was Passion in his eyes but the scene only got Gunther even more confused than he was already.

The stranger came over to him, hugging him tightly by his neck. But Gunther was not comfortable, even for a single minute.

He noticed, pulling away from him swiftly.

"Who are you?" Gunther could not hold on to the suspense anymore and he went ahead to inquire.

"I know you don't know me but I am going to explain everything to you." He continued swiftly.

"I'm your father." He responded.

The words seemed to tear those words in his head as he thought for a while. Random thoughts ran swiftly through his mind.

He was told that his parents died during an accident and he was the only survivor.

It had to be a mistake or something, there was no way that his parents were alive, as much as he wanted to accept the fact.

He threw the thoughts away from his head almost immediately and stared at the man who was standing right before him, wiggling his head.

"You are making a terrible mistake. You are not my Father." He replied, turning around to leave.

He could hear a sigh from behind. He wanted to believe it but he knew for sure that it was so not possible.

But he heard something that made him stop right in his tracks.

"The necklace around your neck." The words resounded in his head and his feet met with a reflex pause.

"I gave that to you during your first birthday party. I have always used it to recognize you."

He felt the chain on his neck. It was the one thing that had been with him that belonged to his parents and he had always held it dear to him with everything that he had in him.

His feet met with a swift pause and he could hear the swaying feet coming towards him swiftly from behind.

His father paused and drew out another chain from his pockets, fitting it into his, they fitted into each other perfectly.

He could not believe the sight that lay before him as thoughts ran swiftly through his mind

His heart was beating hard against his chest as though it was going to burst through.

His eyes were clouded already, flooding with swift emotion as he stared right into the eyes of the man that was standing before him and he finally spat out the words from his mouth.

Words that made his lips quiver, seemingly too heavy to say.

"Father." The words sprout out from his lips.