LOGINJessica's POV.
The tension in here could be cut by a knife, it was so palpable that one couldn't even believe their ears. I was ready as anything else for Nate and Seth to trade blows.
"I know that this is a bad time, but can both of you just chill out for a second?" My mother intervened, placing her hands akimbo, giving no room for disobedience from father and son.
It was quite a huge surprise because I would never have imagined in my entire life that I would be watching a real life drama happening in my very eyes.
"What did you call me here for? It's not certainly because you love me that much, is it?" Nate said dryly.
I knew that he could be arrogant and pompous when he wanted to be but this was borderline disrespectful.
Curiosity dispelled my initial anger and I couldn't wait for the cat to be let out of the bag.
"Will you please just take a seat, son?" My mother spoke again.
"I'm not your son. When you're done with this sham of a marriage, you can call me." Nate spat out.
Ire ran through my veins.
He didn't just speak to my mother in such a condescending manner. I didn't care if he spoke to his father like trash, but when it came to my own mother, he had to learn some respect.
I snapped my fingers in the air, "watch your tone boy. I don't care about you as much as you think I do. If everyone is trying to be civil around here, then you better reciprocate. You are not better than any one of us!"
"Can you just sit this one out nerd? This is not one of your book stuff that you think you have an idea about and want to weigh in." Nate bit out, growling slightly in annoyance.
"I can see how protective you are of him simply because you do not know what he has done. Do you think I chose to hit my father if he hadn't done something to deserve it? Spare me the act." He hissed out.
The air went completely still.
It was almost as though everyone was scared to utter a word because it could potentially back fire and we wouldn't want that.
My stubborn streak decided to rear its ugly head, refusing to give up. "You have such a nerve to try and shame me because I am what? A bookworm? We all have our interests and you do not see me speaking ill about your career because I know that what puts you in the limelight." I went straight for the jugular.
If he was going to insult my intelligence, then I would also insult his physical strength.
Nate's eyes narrowed at me, holding a depth of disgust in it, it was almost as though he could not fathom why he was even here in the first place and that was exactly what I wanted from him.
I wanted him to be confused to a point where he could no longer breathe, and then I would have a field day.
"Darling..." My mother pacified, "you shouldn't be arguing with him especially when we have a very important discussion right here. I know that both of you do not see eye to eye but, you would have to learn it because no matter what, You Are Family." She stressed the last three words.
I would have been mad at her on a normal day, but I decided to rub it in this jerk's face.
If he thought he had something on me, I was going to crumble every inch of pride that he had swelling inside of him.
"There you have it, golden boy. You are my family member so I deserve every inch of respect that you can scramble, Dear brother." I smirked.
Seth let out a frustrated sigh, "I sincerely do not understand what the deal is between both of you. I called you here because like I said, I wanted to show you a few things. I know that you need closure even if you try to act like you don't." He pointed at Nate.
Nate let out a mirthless laughter, sending chills down my spine. His eyes looked soulless, and in that moment, I felt cold.
"Oh, you really think I'm going to do this with you huh? You really think I'm going to start playing house with your new family? No offense to you darling, but if the both of you knew who this man was and not who he is parading as, you will be out of this house before I can say Jack."
My mother and I looked from father to son, waiting for Seth to counter the accusations. "I'm not going to sit here and banter words with you especially when you have decided to fly with your own narratives without looking back. If you think that's what happened, then I cannot do anything to change your mindset."
My eyes widened at the coldness in Seth voice. "You don't have to worry about me, I certainly would not make you my manager but the time I start playing for the world at large. I don't care if you try to brandish my image, if you try to show up as my father because I do not recognize you as one." Nate laughed, folding his arms in displeasure.
I felt like smacking him across the cheek because how should he even disgrace a man who was trying to seek closure.
"You are going to be living with me. I don't want you experiencing life because you do not know anything about it. I know that you have convinced yourself not to allow me into your life I'm not even begging for that opportunity, you owe it to me to stay here until you are done with college." Seth stated, standing his ground.
Nate let out a sigh, "I would meet you at the grave site. Nothing else matters to me except that."
"Oh, not even your scholarship being taken away?" Seth countered, watching Nate's face become crestfallen, "i thought so."
Seth laughed evilly, "And before I forget... Derek is coming."
Nate's POVJessica walked beside me with her arms crossed, still sniffling a little but with a smile that somehow made it all lighter. The sun was low now, throwing long shadows over the narrow path as we made our way back to the car.Visiting my mother's grave had made us both sadder than ever, but it was a necessary evil. We had to do it, especially me. I had to see the effects of what my father had done, and how it had cost me heavily. I thought that I had lost the only person who mattered to me before Jessica came into my life. I had to look at the grave and know that the revenge I enacted on my father was perfect.“You know, I think your mom would’ve liked me.” Jessica said, brushing her hair out of her face. "I think she definitely would have."I gave her a side glance. “Liked you? She would’ve spoiled you. You’d probably have a nickname by now.”Jessica laughed. “Something like what? Jessy-Boo?”“God, no,” I groaned. “More like Jess-the-boss. She loved naming people after their
Nate's POVIt was a weird kind of silence on the plane to Chicago, some days later. Jessica slept with her head on my shoulder for most of the flight. I didn’t move. It felt wrong to shift her. She woke once when a baby started crying and gave me a little apologetic smile, then went back to sleeping again. I stared out the window until the clouds turned into the flat gray of Chicago.Terrence dropped us at a small hotel not far from the cemetery. He gave us a quick hug. “You two okay?” he asked, but he already knew. He’d done the paperwork, pulled strings with the county records. He did everything so I didn’t have to learn the mechanics of grief.We rented a car and drove with no music. Traffic in Chicago has its own rhythm. I kept looking at Jessica in the passenger seat, and she was quiet as well. When we turned onto the narrow road that led to the small family plot, my hands got heavy. The cemetery was older than I expected. Stone markers leaned like old men with bad posture. Peop
“Court is now in session! All rise for the honorable Judge Reynolds.”The room went quiet in an instant. Wooden chairs creaked as everyone stood. My hands slid out of my pockets, and I straightened, trying not to let my nerves show. The judge walked in: he was a tall man with graying hair and a serious face. His black robe swished as he took his seat behind the bench.“You may be seated,” the bailiff announced.The room filled again with the sound of chairs scraping against the marble floor. Across the courtroom, my dad and Roosevelt sat together in the defendant’s box, both in orange jumpsuits. Roosevelt looked pale, his lips twitching like he wanted to argue with someone. My dad, however, leaned back like this was just another business meeting he was tolerating out of courtesy.Jessica sat beside me, with her eyes locked on the men who had almost ruined our lives. Terrence was next to her and he was fidgeting, and Jessica’s mother Freya was just behind us, clutching a tissue and dab
CHAPTER 191Nate's POVI slipped my hands into my pockets, watching the two bastards kneeling before me. Roosevelt’s mouth was bloody but he still had enough energy to glare at me like he wanted to rip my throat out. Dad on the other hand just looked annoyed, like this whole thing was beneath him as a person.I stared at them in silence before I finally spoke. “Why’d you do it, Dad?” My voice was calm, but I was far from it. “Why send someone to kill me? Why take Jessica away?”Dad chuckled, shaking his head like I was the one being ridiculous. “So, what? I should have let you two walk free, knowing that you were going to walk your pretty little legs to the police and tell them all that I did? Ha!"He started to chuckle to himself, and I stared at this man who was supposed to be my father, but who fell short at every opportunity. All I could whisper were six words:"You are the worst father ever."Dad’s expression didn’t change, but I knew I’d hit the mark. “You wanted the power and t
Nate's POVTerrence and I crouched behind a stack of rusted barrels, with the warehouse looming just a few feet away.Terrence pressed a finger to his lips and motioned for me to stay low. We moved closer and closer until we were both standing at opposite sides of the metal door. From inside came muffled voices: two of them, arguing.I leaned my ear against the cool steel and caught a few words.“...you’re wasting time, old man. You really think they’re gonna keep their mouths shut? We need to end it!”That was Roosevelt’s annoying voice.Dad’s voice came next, and he sounded sharp and irritated. “Shooting them will not fucking solve anything! You’re out of your damn mind! I’m not killing my own son.”“So what then?” Roosevelt snapped. “You’ll let them walk out and go to the cops? Real smart move, Seth.”“Don’t tell me what’s smart!” Dad growled. “I’m not a murderer, and they won't escape. That's the whole point of kidnapping them in the first place!”There was a pause, and then Roosev
Nate's POVWhen I came to, darkness pressed against my eyes, and some rough fabric was biting into my skin. My wrists hurt from how long they’d been bound, and my throat burned from shouting.“Dad!” I yelled again, my voice cracking. “You think this is funny? You cannot lock me up and get away with it!”No answer. All I heard was the low hum of something of a machinery. Am air-conditioning unit maybe, echoing through the space.I pulled at the ropes again, ignoring the sting as they cut deeper into my wrists. “You’re a coward, Dad! You hear me? A damn coward!”Silence answered me instead, and I realised that I was truly alone here. My breathing was uneven. Every second that passed, all I could think about was Jessica. Was she safe? Did she even know what happened?Just as I was thinking these thoughts, I heard footsteps approaching me. I paused my fidgeting to listen. The sound was faint at first, then closer, quicker. Someone was coming.“If that’s you, Dad,” I growled, “I swear, I’l