Son Of The Bat Novels & Stories

"Just like I said, terrors. I hope you’re ready to beat the boys off with a bat, dad." "Who needs a bat?" Silas growled. "I’ve got two hands that’ll do the job just fine."

A tap was dripping into a sink and the TV was playing the news, among that noise I could make out the grunts of a snoring man. *Ready?* *All clear here* *In position* *Go now* I barged into the door and it easily came off the hinges. It’s probably still damaged from my last entrance into this house. The smell was horrible, mouldy food and alcohol mixed with stale body odour. I took a few steps through the door and turned to the room on my left, I was greeted right away by a baseball bat smashing into my face. I stumbled back and winced at the pain to my snout. I guess he was expecting us after all. Dad’s angry roar echoed through the house as he grabbed the wooden bat from Hank’s grip and sn

"Let’s not do anything hasty. I think it’s time we discussed the real terms of your 'marriage' contract, don't you?" I looked at the collar, then at Lucien, then back at the man holding my son. "What contract?" I whispered, the world spinning around me. Silas smiled, a look of pure, jagged malice. "The one where Lucien agreed to trade his first-born son for the chairmanship of the company five years ago. Did he forget to mention that part of the 'fairy tale'?" I turned to Lucien, my voice a hollow, broken thing. "Lucien? Tell me he’s lying."