The meeting went well. Considering. If one could judge from the pleased look on the knights’ faces, they were happy with the choice of their former leader. Or they chose to accept out of having no other choice. As they all reported how things were going in their jurisdiction and their suggestions, some of which Jason adopted and some dismissed, Jason knew that they were all itching to ask about the former Patriarch but none of them had ventured to ask the question yet. After a while, Jason leaned back in his chair and smiled roguishly. His smile was made more fearsome by the fact that only his mouth could be fully seen beneath the mask “I think we have had enough of business for the day. Let us have some refreshments” He looked around the table and they voiced their agreement. He smiled again, looking directly at Andre, who squirmed in his seat as he dreaded the moment that the patriarch would want to talk about the impertinence of his family. Jason deliberately let the silence b
“You had no idea?” Jason asked.“Not at all” Don replied with an astonished look. “None of us knew much about his personal life for sure but we would have thought that he would let us know that important information,” he said with a shake of his head.“We would have thought that his son would be his successor,” the general said then he looked sharply at Jason, slack-jawed “Are you?”Jason was lost for a moment, then he laughed as he realized what the man meant “Am I what? His son?”He nodded and it was apparent that most of them had the same thought as well. Jason thought for a moment about claiming that. That would surely put the wanted man on edge if he believed that he had made a mistake but then Jason dismissed that idea. There are other ways to make it happen after all.He shook his head with a smile “No, I am not. I am but a… beneficiary”They turned back to their meal while talking to one another about how they had no idea of the fact that their leader had a son or any such f
Jason decided to shed his role for the day, so he decided to go to a place where he could be just him. To the one person who had always been able to know him truly. To the one person who had been able to get to him even when he was nothing but a belligerent lad who thought he knew all, he had to when he set out on his own. To Celia Rouarke. Jason dismissed his security details as he informed them he wouldn’t need them where he was headed. Theo, his head of security suggested that they should stay around the vicinity then even if they wouldn’t follow him to where he was going, that way they could easily catch up with him. Jason agreed. Driving through the middle-class neighbourhood of Dame-Allen brought back nostalgia Jason. He could see himself as an eighteen-year-old, nonchalantly holding his backpack on his shoulder as if it did not matter if he was accepted or not even though his heart was thumping. He had just left the foster system, full of vigour and assurance of how he was g
Celia gaped at her son, and looked up at the sky as if asking for patience from the powers above then she looked at her son again “You figured?” she repeated then she looked over at Jason. The discomfort and chagrin she saw on the young man’s face as opposed to the assurance on that of her son were enough to set her off. Just like that with her eyes on Jason’s, she started laughing. She laughed so hard that she had to bend over, holding her stomach as her whole body shook in her mirth. Jason couldn’t help it. He smiled then his smile blossomed into laughter as Silas looked at the two of them wondering what was so funny. And that was it. Out there on the porch of the Rouarke’s home, a bond had been made. Between Celia and Jason. She had taken him in, though not with the simple acceptance that her son had exhibited. Long after her son had gone off to the garage to work on his latest hobby, robotics dance; Jason and Celia had a long talk in the kitchen that was fragrant with the smell
Misty-eyed without a word, her lips trembled with the tears she kept in check. Celia Roaurke opened her arms wide to the child of her heart. Grand patriarch or not. Jilted or otherwise, Jason put aside every other thing as he took the porch steps in two in his hurry to wrap his arms around his lifesaver. He breathed in the familiar scent of curry and jasmine as he held on for a moment too long. Celia patted his back over and over again, muttering “My boy, my boy” Jason heard her voice break and he leaned back in her embrace to see tears trailing down her eyes. He smiled as he blinked back the moisture in his own eyes as well. “Aww, come on. Don’t do that to me. You will get me pouring as well” he said in a bid to inject humour into the moment. Celia snorted indelicately as she cuffed him on his shoulder “Yeah right, as if you would cry over anything” Jason feigned surprised outrage “Are you calling me heartless?” then he looked back at Mia behind him, who was beaming from ear to e
Celia looked sharply back at Jason when her daughter turned firmly away from her, engrossed in her drink like it held the answer to global warming. “Jason, are you telling me that…that…that…” she struggled for the appropriate cuss word to use. Celia could be ferocious when it comes to her children and anything that could threaten their happiness. “That bitch?” Mia supplied helpfully with a shrug as Celia turned on her “Mummy, just say the word. The world won’t come down nor would your Koalas go extinct” “You leave my Koalas out of this! And watch your mouth before I wash it with soap for you. Don’t think I have forgotten that you hide this from me!” she said as she stood to pace. Mia wisely plugged her mouth back with her drink. Jason, in a bid to get Celia’s mind off what had upset her turned to Mia with a raise of his brow “Koalas?” “That is what she is saving these days. They have a group for it. Even branded shirts. “Save the worlds Koalas” She even made me wear it. I almost
Jason excused himself when he heard Theo’s voice and he went to the kitchen to speak freely with his bodyguard.The Rouarke’s home was an open-planned two-story with bedrooms upstairs and a living room, kitchen, and laundry room and a cloakroom. The kitchen doubled as the dining room. Jason could remember having so many fun moments in there since the day he entered the home. Celia had placed a steaming bowl of mouthwatering lasagna in front of him that day after getting his details. It was by far his favorite room in the house.He leaned against the counter, facing the door as he picked up his call in case anyone entered.“Of course, I am going to tell them,” he thought to himself in defense as he felt a bit guilty for not telling his family about his new situation yet. “I just needed to find the best explanation first”“Was I not specific enough, Theo?” he snapped into the phone “What situation warranted you to contact me in the middle of a conversation when I specifically said not
“First, tell me this” Jason said as he came to sit, facing Mia “Are you or mum being threatened? Second, why on earth didn’t you tell Silas if it is something he could do something about?”“No, we are not being threatened or anything. It had to do with me directly anyway” Mia said slowly then she sat upright to face him “Look, Silas wouldn’t have been able to do anything. Not against him. He had tried before and look where that got us”“So it is him? Who the hell is the person, sorry mum. Also, what did he do to Silas?”Mia went silent as she drummed her lacquered nail against her glass.“Mia?” Jason prompted her, wondering why on earth was his straightforward sister being edgy about the bastard’s identity. Whoever he was. Someone came to mind easily but then he dismissed the idea. That bastard did not even know his family so there was no way he could…“Okay, okay,” Mia said cutting off his thoughts. She confirmed his suspicions when she said “It is Matteo”“What?!” Jason thundered as