Blue Bloods Danny Son Dies 소설 & 이야기

Oh how I hated that boy, Stephanie and Monroe Carter. Dylan was already dead so there was no use hating a dead man, though I hated that bastard while he was alive because he always gave his attention to damn Stephanie and her son, way more than he did to me or at least Spencer, whom was his own flesh and blood as was Josh. As for that deadweight, Monroe Carter. I had to result to endless kissing up to that old man just so we could be considered by him. When Dylan died a few years ago, Stephanie fell ill and he resulted in his present predicament being that he couldn't handle his son's death as an old man, and had not one of his family to be with him and look after him.

Silence. Then– “He’s dead.” The world tilted. “Who?” “You know who.” My throat closed. “No.” “My son,” he said, and the grief in his voice was raw. “They shot him outside our warehouse.” The room felt too small. Too tight. My cousin. Daniel. Twenty-six years old. Arrogant. Loyal. Raised to inherit violence. But still– Blood. “Where is my father?” I whispered. “With me,” my uncle replied. “Watching.”

“This job, with your father?” Urgh. Another one I regretted telling. I really should get better at keeping secrets. Once it slipped out, they never fucking forgot about it. “No,” I said. “Nothing to do with that prick.” “Pity,” he said. “Your father knows good business.” I looked at his friendly eyes, heavy brown with grey. Danny was South African, accepted by the locals slowly over the years, until he was now a piece of the Much Arlock furniture. “Where are you leaving us for?”

Vivian rushed forward to support him, and she glared at me. "Sophie, the dead can't be brought back to life. It's not Daniel's fault Noah had leukemia. Why blame him? Or maybe you'd like to blame yourself for not taking good enough care of him in the first place?" I met her gaze, my eyes filled with loathing. I had stayed silent through all the ways they had flaunted their relationship, through her feigned innocence. But now? Now, my son was dead, and I would not stay quiet. I stepped closer, my voice ice-cold. "Don't be so quick to defend Daniel. When his parents find out that their grandson died because of you, let's see what you have to say then."

He broke down and DJ hurried over to comfort his son, he was in so much pain that Draya shared from It. "Ruin his life, how?" The curious girl inquired once again. "Danny killed himself in their previous life and Louis wouldn't have that which was why once Danny was pronounced dead, he drove his car into a tree and died instantly from a blunt head trauma," Lucy whispered into her daughter's ears which had the girl crying as the thought played in her mind.

My father screams at me. “No!” I scream back, “she was never meant to die!” Still scrambling at my mothers belly, tears purging out of my eyes. “She was! So shut up, and get up! Either fight me or go back to the cells. You choose!” He yells angrily. Sapphire roars out in anger, coming to the front of my mind and yelling out, “you killed our mother! You must die now!” Danny’s eyes widened impossibly big, his mouth dropped open basically to the ground. Sapphire wastes no time in shifting into all of her glory, towering over him.

Silence filled the living room, broken only by the TV host still wishing everyone a Happy New Year. "Alright, we'll be there right away." After Dad hung up the phone, his body went limp, as if all his strength had been drained. He slumped heavily into his chair. "What happened? Who was calling?" Mom asked. Tears streamed in Dad's eyes as he lifted his head. "It's the police," he muttered. "They said a driver found a frozen boy's body at the rest stop. The preliminary report says it is Danny."

Mum's voice was light. "Yes, mum. I promise." "Listen carefully, Uncle Max will drive you to Port Harcourt as soon as possible. Something terrible has happened. Danny is dead." Mum hung up.

I could only assume it was because I lied. "I really wish we were not meeting under these circumstances." Danny said with a soft sigh as he sat down causing my chest to tighten even more. I knew I was in pain but I could only imagine the pain he was in. His best friend had passed away and he could do nothing but watch as he his best friend got sicker by the day. Danny set a briefcase onto the table with a tight lipped smiled as the door to the conference room was opened and an old looking tv was pushed to the right side of the room by his assistant.

Hope flashed across Nico's face. "Luca," he whispered, reaching out. "My boy." Luca moved back before Nico could touch him. He was five, dressed in a black suit my mother's tailor had made, but he looked steadier than most men in the room. "Do not call me that," he said. "My father died the night he denied me in front of strangers and watched them beat my mother. You are Don Varrone. Nothing more." Nico made a broken sound.