Thank you for reading!
Six years later….SLOANE“Mommy… do we have a daddy?”My pen slips against the to-do list I was writing, leaving a jagged line across the page. My heart stutters, the air suddenly heavier as I turn slowly to find two pairs of curious eyes staring at me, one green, one brown. My twins. My whole world.Before I can form an answer, Tyson drops onto the couch between them, grinning as he presses a kiss to each of their heads.“Of course you do. I’m your daddy.”The twins exchange a look then Kate, my daughter crosses her little arms, her lips pursed. “The big girls at school said you’re not our daddy. They said you’re our uncle… because we don’t look like you. But we love you, okay?”Tyson turns to look at me and I'm equally speechless. I'm always expecting out of this world questions with these two but this one was not it. “Who wants to go and get ice cream?” Tyson asks to distract them, and Kate giggles while Nate just frowns, but tags along anyway.I whisper, “Thanks.” Tyson locks
ARIANAOne month later..“What is troubling my beautiful wife?” Eli asks as he walks over to me and places a kiss on my cheek. I'm standing by the window, watching my grandkids run around the field. “I'm worried about Ian. I can't reach him, Eli. I'm so afraid.” I turn to face him. Eli sighs, pulling me towards the living room couch, “Why can't you reach him? Is his phone off? He needs time, you know.”I shake my head.“He burned his father and brother to death, Eli. That's a line a child shouldn't be forced to cross. When I say I can't reach him, I don't mean his phone. I mean him as a person. He is so gone. I'm so afraid of who he will become. He has no drive, no will, and nothing to hold him back. His housekeeper wakes up to either a blood-stained shirt or an empty bottle of whiskey. Then there are these underground fights he has joined my God, he is so lost I have to help him. I just don't know how.” Tears swell my eyes with how much my heart is breaking. “Has Alex tried?” Eli
IAN“You ungrateful little brat! What the fuck do you think you're doing?” Dad growls and I hold back a laugh. Old man can curse too?That's new. “Calm down pops. Don't want your BP shooting to the roof.”“What the hell do you want?” He growls something he does when he feels outpowered. I'm so angry I can barely breathe. I want to slice every motherfucker in here to pieces but I have to hold back so I can hear him confess with his own mouth.“Fuck this! He did it alright? You were getting too obsessed and costing us millions because of that white haired girl!” My eyes follow where the frustrated voice is coming from,“How so?” I ask calmly despite the storm spreading every fiber of my being.“Is that a question you can even ask?” My dear brother responds.“Ugh, I don't have time for this. You and your mother are all the same! So annoying to a fault. Can't you just listen to me for once? I told you time and time again to marry Lian but you defiled me and married a strange girl! Ye
IAN My father and I have always been close. We always fight but still close all the same. He gave me everything and anything I wanted. I also knew he had a soft spot for me. One I abuse just like he does with me. But no matter how close we were, we always crashed, that's why I've always been biased towards mum. That woman was an angel. Kind and beautiful beyond doubt. When she died, dad and I crashed even more. I always thought it's because we were trying to cope, and we would eventually be fine. That is why I'm shaking with anger as I stand and look at the screen. Everything I've known is being questioned. I feel like a fool that has been played. I want to deny it. To reject what's in front of me because I can't for the life of me believe my own father killed my wife. The woman he knew I loved more than life itself. “What do we do?” Zane asks, “Shit just got complicated.”“We proceed with the plan.” Alex answers from the door. We didn't even hear him walk in. “I don't give a f
IAN“What the fuck-” his words die in his throat as I kick down his door and hold him by the throat, pushing him hard against the wall.He swings his legs, trying to take in as much air as he can, but I only tighten my grip, making his bold head read. Zane traced the car and faces Anderson gave him, and we got an address in less than ten minutes. It was, however, another dead end because the men had already moved, which meant I had to kill and torture my way to this place. My white smart shirt is untucked and covered in blood. I rolled my sleeves up but gave up because they got bloodied, too. “Who hired you to hit the car you hit one week ago?” I ask calmly.“I…dmmfffsfff”“Sorry?” I cock my head, trying to hear the words that sound muffled. “Let him go so he can talk, Damn.” Luca laughs behind me.Oh. I didn't even realize I was about to choke him to death. I loosen my grip just enough for him to gasp, the sound pained and desperate. His knees buckle, but I shove him back upri
IANONE WEEK LATER…“Are you sure about this, sir? If you get ink on your skin, you'll never be able to donate blood.” Anderson says as the tattoo artist Luca hooked me up with moves closer.“I've never been more sure of anything in my life.”“Why won't he be able to? After six months or a year, he can do it.” Joe says, but Anderson shakes his head.“Not for him it won't be possible. His doctor advised against it. The black ink, especially, can trigger an allergic reaction he had years ago. If it happens again, which it will, he'll be permanently barred from donating blood.” “Proceed, Joe. I’m not here to save lives,” I mutter. “I’m here to remember the one life I couldn’t save.”Anderson sighs before typing away on his tablet. “Very well then, I'm sure you'll be slightly relieved to know that I found the people who hit Mrs. Quinn’s car.”I drag on my cigarette and release the smoke, watching it form a small cloud. It's been a week since I buried my wife, and I can barely function.