LOGINIt was something that I had decided on a long time ago, it had made me very careful, but not only that, it's also made me very skeptical about accepting any one into my life.
I was also concerned to hear what my mother wanted from a boy that didn't even recognize her as someone.
He had called her nothing if I had not stepped in.
"I know that you and your father have a lot of friction due to differences in character and what not but, I am pleading with you that you should be more understanding and tolerant to him. It's going to be hard but trust me when I say you are going to enjoy letting him in. He is not the monster that you think he is. I know that I'm not in the best position to start telling you what you already know, but I also believe that you are not a monster like you tried to act."
Nate looked at her for a minute, shaking his head slightly. "I would have believed everything that you have said if not for the fact that I know that you're just trying to get me to abide by my father's rules. Sadly it's not going to work, he needs to give me sufficient reason why I need to be under the same group with a woman that is not my mother after killing mine." He spat, his muscles flexing as he said those words.
My eyes widened in shock. Of all the things he could accuse the man of, this was the least and I couldn't even deal with the problems.
I had more than enough reason to start worrying sick about other things but I banished that to the bank of my mind forgetting that it ever existed.
"No way, no way am I going to allow you to speak about your father in such a light when you do not even know what happened." My mother countered him.
"And you do?" He barked out a laugh.
"I am pretty sure that you could not even look at the line and you allowed him to feed you with whatever nonsense he thought was right. I don't even care about your opinions as much as you think I do because I know that it is nothing to reckon with." Nate slammed her.
I was mad at his audacity, but that wasn't even enough to push me away, forecast on how I would make the best out of this situation. He was battling with something that he didn't want anyone to be private to and I didn't understand it.
There were many people who had come so far to make my mom feel like the worst person on Earth but this man took the cake and he was doing it deliberately.
I hated the fact that my mother was sucking up to him and trying to make herself look like a good parent when she could have just brushed him off.
"You are misunderstanding everything and you do not even want to listen but I beg of you, if you're going to be abiding under my roof, there are a few rules and regulations that I would like for you to abide by. It's not going to be easy, but I tell you that it is worth it and you would never have to worry about anything else." My mother bargained.
Hearing my mother try to make this voice see the good side of her was nothing short of annoying to me because it just made him feel like he was on top of the world and that was not even true.
He hadn't even scratched the surface of the world so how was he acting like a sour puss?
"I don't like people trying to make Media friends because honestly you and I are nothing short of enemies and it would never change no matter how much you try."
I wanted to go over and smack him across the face but realized that I would be doing too much. The best way to deal with such people was to pretend that I did not even care or hear what had been said.
"You are too pompous for your good, and trust me when I say it's going to be your downfall. I noticed that you have some animosity towards my daughter. Can you promise me not to get closer to her so that she can do her thing and just get away with it?"
The fact that such questions were and not proof to send me into a frenzy was enough reason for me not to respond because I knew that Nate would tease me sore.
It was something that he was good at and the full will never let me live it down. I was sure that he was having the time of his life after that request had been made.
I wasn't a weakling that neither people begged on her behalf. My mother must have thought that she was doing me good but instead she had just made me a subject of ridicule.
I stamped my feet on the stairs pretending like I was just descending and she stopped speaking.
Coming out to where they could see me made him bust into laughter.
"Here comes The Golden child that needs to be protected. I hope you are ready to accept me being in your house after enjoying the privileges that come with being involved with my father?"
"Obviously not, I didn't think that you were going to be happy to see me. How about you? Are you ready to enjoy the privileges that I have enjoyed the past few weeks?"
His eyes grew stormy. “Of course only you would think that way because you do not have a life outside being your mother's daughter.” He retorted.
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







