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IANBlood splutters everywhere as I throw a punch at Andrew. Cheers echo around me as I throw another and another. I don't even realize I've knocked the little shit out until Anderson pulls me back and the ref declares me the winner. “I don't really recommend killing in front of a thousand fans. Are you planning on going to jail?” He scolds, and I grab the towel from him so I can clean my hands.“I wasn't going to kill him. The little shit shouldn't have provoked me.” I spit, walking out from the cheers and avoiding crazy fans outside.I only came here to let off steam since my punching bag isn't doing it for me. I had just arrived when Andrew thought it was wise to call me a pretty weak boy so I smiled while I put him in the fucking hospital. “Should we maybe talk about-”“Don't,” I growl.I don't want to fucking hear it. Talk about it or even think about it.Six fucking years.I thought my wife died because of me, and I have lived like a shell for Six fucking years, then she just
SLOANE“I really don't like this,” Tyson says as he drives us to Mum Ari's house. Kate and Nate are asleep in the back seat, too tired to ask if we're there yet. I guess they're the only ones excited about this trip.“They're my family, Ty. The kids deserve to know them.” I explain, hoping he will understand why I'm doing this.Tyson has been a very good friend in so many ways and stayed with us even when he didn't need to. When I was overcoming postpartum, he helped me take care of the twins, which was so hard because, unlike Nate, Kate had some complications and needed 24/7 supervision. With the secret hanging over our heads, Alex had to be extra careful because Ian is equally as powerful, if not more, and I couldn't leave the city or the country because his friend Zane would get wind of it. Honestly, I've never hated power and influence as much as I hated it those days.“But what will happen to me?” He asks as he steps on the brakes, waiting for the traffic lights to turn green.
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