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he teased, sipping his coffee like he had all the time in the world to torment me. I froze. Oh, he knew. Of course, he knew. Theodore Blackwood knew everything. "Relax, I’m just messing with you," he said, holding his cup in one hand while tucking the other into his pocket, looking like a runway model endorsing Styrofoam cups. "But seriously, I’m glad you’re back with him. He was a mess when you left." My eyebrows shot up. "Was he?"

Pushing the chair back with a thud, Theodore stormed towards the man who was watching him with an evil smirk. “Dylan Black. Who do you think you are? How dare you harass my girl?” He growled and lunged to hold his collar but a painful grunt left his mouth when Dylan kicked him in his shin making him fall flat on the floor. Theodore tried to get up when Elijah grabbed his collar and dragged him out. “WHAT THE HELL!! LEAVE ME!!”

Hopelessness filled his heart, which grew colder and colder by the minute. At that point, his love for Rosalie seemed to be completely frozen. Was he still able to love her? Footsteps sounded next to him, and he saw a figure standing before him. It was a man wearing a black mask. The man crouched, and pinched Theodore’s chin. “Tsk, tsk. How pitiful. To think the great CEO of SK Enterprise would end up like this one day, so…weak.” Theodore lost too much blood, and didn’t even have the energy to speak. Looking up required much energy from him; he opened his mouth to try to speak, but ended up saying nothing.

Edwin’s eyes widened. “Atticus B.,” he said slowly. “I can think of one man with those initials: Atticus Black. Mr. Black.” I suddenly felt as if the floor disappeared from beneath my feet. Mr. Black… Was he truly the one behind this? “Is this true?” I asked, turning to face Sophia again. “This ‘anonymous benefactor’ of yours… Was his name Atticus Black?” Sophia’s shoulders slumped as she realized that she’d been caught.

It felt like they deserve whatever pain they are going through right now, let them feel the pain that I felt when I lost my only brother to that fight. I folded my hands as it began to get cold, I was getting upset and this was the reaction I got from it. A lot of other things go wrong with me but I'll only fight till my last breath.

*CHRIS* Work was still bustling with customers needing various things. I was fine with that until I encountered Theodore. That encounter was truly dreadful. He’s such a pain in the ass that I believe he wakes up and devises ways to ruin others’ days. Today, I was unfortunately on his list. Theodore was an elderly, frail man with bowed legs and a cane. He had white hair on the sides of his head but a bald middle. He wore thick, square glasses that often dangled around his neck on a string instead of resting on his face.

Breathing hard. “Lila, listen to me. If anything happens, do not trust Adrian.” Then the sound. A crash. A struggle. His voice cutting off. The line going dead. And then Theodore. My uncle. At my New York apartment two days later. And the syringe. The fog that swallowed that memory whole. Until now. Until it all came back. Theodore sat in the front row now, dressed in a dark charcoal suit, silver hair immaculate, face carved into the perfect mask of respectable grief and family dignity.

(Serena) It’s almost midnight but Theo’s image is on our front doorstep. We see him on screen when the electronic doorbell chimes. He looks like a gangster from the hood, only super well dressed. He’s African American, six foot five, with a powerful build. Honestly, his presence is enough to make grown men cry. He looks like the epitome of a man’s man and sounds like it. What isn’t so obvious outwardly is that Theo is gay.

How he missed those glory days. But those days were gone and never to return. Thaddeus Black had long rested his gloves for good and after finishing his stint in the Marines, worked his ass through a variety of odd jobs to now running his own detective agency, he was now a boss, foot soldier and servant, all rolled into one ham. Business has been all good and bad and occasionally fuck all. He had heard things and seen things that most mortal men would deem crazy to downright lunacy. With what this pompous ass had just presented before him, he was a little indecisive of what to make of it: good or bad. He opted for bad.

' like seriously? 'No, you are not going to force anyone' Jack is just about to pull me when mr. Black's deep upset voice echoes in the hall. Phew! For once, I think I am thankful for Mr. Black's intrusion. At least, this can serve as a compensation for him being a total dick to me earlier this morning. 'In my office mr. Moore' Mr. Black says bossily and then turns back, probably going to his office with an annoyed expression. 'We are not done yet kitten.' Jack says with a victorious grin.