Chapter 2: It's His Pov

I was having a gala time talking to this girl i just met. She had almond shaped black eyes and her hair was red. Beautiful freckles covered a bit of her white skin but she was flawless. She was the beauty I never saw or believed New York even had.

I was so much into her talking that I forgot all my life problems and wanted to drown in her eyes. Live in the moment, hold her tiny waist in my arms forever and never let go of her. But the good time stayed until I got a call from an FBI Agent secretly working for me - Angus. I picked up the call in seconds as I knew Angus only called when important.

“Sir, we have tracked down the location of Mr. Jared Gilbert and I believe he is in New York. He was spotted at a cafe with a young girl who is believed to be Jasmine Gilbert.”

As soon as he mentioned the name of my sister - Jasmine, my first love. My vision got blurred and I started walking towards my office.

“Bring him to me, NOW!”

I almost shouted as the anger rushed into me. The moment I have been waiting for the past 10 years, was here. I finally found him, The thief of my happiness, The kidnapper of my sister, The heartbreaker of my Mom’s heart, I hate to call him father but nothing could change the fact i was his blood. Mr. Joshua Risso.

Because of him, My mother had tears in her eyes. Because of him, we didn’t have shelter, food or clothes. He left me & my mom all alone to pay for his deeds. If this was it, I could have bared all the pain he gave to me, my mother.

I would have stood upon my own legs like I'm standing right now. I would have paid for his bad deeds, I would have learned how to fight against this cruel world all alone but the cherry on the top was that he took my 6 month old baby, my sister - Jasmine.

Yes, I know. It’s a beautiful name, after all I gave her that name because I liked Jasmine and white was my favourite colour. I was 17 years old, when he ran away from the house, betraying his business partners and leaving his family to rot.

I reached my office and took the VIP elevator to my personal Cabin. Angus was still on the call while I fisted my hands as I was all so heated up in anger and wanted to kill this bastard right away. He might be my father but I'm not his son and using my mother’s maiden name everywhere is proof that I would never be his son to be called. I reached my Cabin.

“Sir, we lost track. He suddenly just disappeared somewhere in the-”

“Ahhhhhhhhhh” I threw my phone at the walls of my cabin and it broke into pieces. Anger rushed into me as I punched the wall.

“10 years!!! FUCKING 10 YEARS AFTER I TRACKED YOU DOWN AND I LOST YOU AGAINNN!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

I kept punching the wall until my hand got brutally injured. Thankgod, my cabin’s doors were soundproof. I leaned my head on the wall and started crying.

I miss you, baby. I miss you A LOT. Your brother misses you Jasmine. Come to me. I need you. It’s been 10 freaking years searching for you, but god is testing me as if the pain, the trauma, the situations i went through weren’t enough for him to know that i’ll be a good brother.

I promised God that if I get a sister, I'd just be like a father figure to her. Love her as my own child and never let her lack anything. But I lack your love, your care. And most of all, You. Holding you in my arms was the bestest thing to ever happen to me.

Growing up I always wished for a big brother that would take all the responsibilities and I'd get to be the immature one. But then I no longer wanted a brother but a sister, whom I would have taken care of.

Life was good when you took birth in our family. Mum and Dad no longer fought like before, but little did I know that good times always had a retiring period and I lost you.

The sudden knock appeared on my door bringing me back to my office. I cleared my throat and said.

“Leave, I don't want to hear anything right now.”

I got up from the floor and looked at the mess I created - the glass, phone, vase, table and my hand; all broken. The blood was dripping off my hand so I ran to the hospital.

The Doctor reported that I fractured my hand and couldn’t use it for another 3 weeks. I told her that i have many business deals to sign and then she gave me a ‘Are you serious’ look and took her advice and prescribed medicines.

It was already 6:00 PM, so I called my driver to drive me home. I unlocked the house with spare keys and as usual the lights weren’t on. I seeked the opportunity and took the elevators to my floor, my room.

As I reached my room, I found mom looking at my bed-side frame which had a picture of me with jasmine in my arms. I was looking so at peace in the picture. This picture was taken by mom back in the good old days.

“You arrived soon, today. '' She said, still looking at the photo, back facing me.

“I got free soon.” My voice turned out to be hoarse and she turned to me and looked at my hand.

“What happened, Jack?” She asked with pure concern in her eyes.

“I lost.” saying this kneeled down infront of her lowering my head but she cupped my face in her palms. I felt like crying so I did.

“I lost, Mumma. I lost. I hired FBI agents, I got the best guns, the best security, more money one could ever make in his lifetime and yet, I lost.”

“What did you lose? And what happened to your hand?”

“I lost that bastard who made our lives hell. I lost it all. I’m sorry I'm not the son you deserved. I couldn’t give you anything.” I broke into her arms. I didn’t speak about Jasmine because my mother believed that Jasmine was no more.

“Hey! You are the most precious thing I own and I deserve. You’re an ideal son, you’re the kind of son every mother wishes for. I could not have been any luckier than this. And about your father, it’s the last name I would want to hear, okay? Now, tell me what happened to your hand?”

“I punched myself in the wall.” I said calming down.

“Does it hurt?”

“So much that I wish for death.”

“You’re the only happiness in my life I'm left with. Yet, you say all this bullshit. Never underestimate yourself, Son. I repeat Never. There’s no greater power than control over Emotions. If I’d have drowned in the river of feelings, I & you wouldn’t have made it till here. It’s easy to die, difficult to live.”

We talked for hours and then ate in silence. The house was too big for two people to live. Only me, my mother and some house helpers live here. After dinner, I retired to my room to sleep.