Chapter 5
870 Words
Xavion Xavier
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The door opened, and Tre stepped out, checking on our surroundings.
The f**k is he doing? I swore in my mind while looking at his stupid behavior. No one will kill me here. It's my effing territory.
I inhaled deeply and smiled a little bit when I saw Bryce. He's waiting inside the helicopter.
Let me guess. He will be my pilot for today.
Damn, beauty!
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"Bryce!"
We shake hands, and the smile on his face seems fresh. He's probably on a new mission tonight.
"On a special mission?" I asked, putting every piece of gear I had inside. He pushed every button to start the flight.
"Yes. You will find out soon." He winked, and the helicopter started to lift.
We landed safely on my father's territory. The place was no longer new. It's quiet as dead, but I know my father. He has more eyes than a pineapple. The location was covered with high-tech security, and an assassin was hiding nearby.
I remember the first step when my foot hit the floor of the entrance. I thought I would receive a greeting, but it was the opposite. That was my first training.
My father trained me in all combat for four years for survival and sent me to Russia for a special mission. I returned a year later with a few broken bones and dislocated arms. I was still alive. Add another five years to that, and here I am now, managing our businesses abroad and mine. Life was never easy, and it's full of s**t at times, but I don't mind it. It's part of life.
"The boys can't wait to see you."
"I can't wait to see them all too. Thank you for keeping my business in your space, Bryce."
"No worries." He smiled and shook his head.
I took a deep breath before I opened the double doors and walked into the den of the Supremo Don, my father.
Finally, after ten years, I can see him as a dragon now, as I have become his own.
Bryce stopped behind me, on guard, as I cautiously approached my father's black puzzle wooden table. Until now, I couldn't figure out my father's hidden agenda. I still haven't cracked the code he gave me a year ago. But if you think about it, I have only been here three times.
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"Thank you, Bryce. Stay for dinner," in my father's order. His voice echoed around the place. He stood at his best spot, looking at the perfect view. Bryce bowed at him and then walked outside. I heard him shut the enormous door.
This mansion is on top of a mountain overlooking the beautiful ocean below. It's also surrounded by forest on each side. It's impossible to reach the estate on its shortest trip except by helicopter. The floor-to-ceiling windows are moonlight-dark, but the waters below us are beautiful tonight. It's like watching a full moon down the moonlight and its delight.
"How are you, son? Stay for tonight. Your mother has been cooking her ass for six hours."
"Is that the reason why you called me?" I looked at him respectfully. He took a few steps towards me, and his smile spoke of contentment.
"I guess so. It's hard to hold you at times like this."
I nodded. Dad was right. He has just returned from a confidential mission abroad, and I'm busy running the businesses.
"How're the boys?" He asks, opening one drawer of his table.
"Yeah, all good and in place," I answered.
The reflection of his face was evident on his dark table. My jaw tightened, looking at what was on top of everything. It's neat, except for the gold invitation on the top of his documents.
"You don't have an assignment. Your mom wants to have dinner with you tonight." He said and walked past me.
"And that includes you, right?" I smiled sparingly.
"What options do we have, son? Your mother is good at holding us by the neck at times." He said, and he seemed pleased when he looked back at me.
"Be thankful because she hasn't asked you for a grandchild yet. You haven't introduced a girl to us. How much longer?" He asked, and his eyes reverted to his table. I
followed his gaze, and it led to the invitation on top. My brows furrowed, and my eyes caught the familiar name.
My father stepped outside, and out of curiosity, I stepped back to my father's table to look at the invitation on top. This one looks like a wedding invitation for my parents.
Langley and Montadamme?
My forehead creased when I read the last name, Langley. I opened the invitation and read it.
Quinn Isabeau Langley and Dominic Montadamme Nuptials.
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My feet were nailed to where I stood after reading her name. And for the first time, after ten f*****g years, my heart hammered with a painful beat inside my chest.
Is she getting married? Are they getting married? f**k.
My eyes darkened, clenching my fist and squeezing the invitation. I cannot allow their marriage to happen. No f*****g way.
I will do everything possible to destroy them both.
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C.M. LOUDEN
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