Bodyguard

Chapter 8|Screamer

I'm just sitting in the restaurant all alone besides the guards surrounding me . Who hires a freaken restaurant just for a 40 minutes talk . I sigh looking at the watch as he enters the double doors , just on time 9 o'clock his never late . His honeymoon shoes make a clicking sound on the marble floor as he moves graciously towards me . Even if his in late forty's his so handsome and hating that I inherited his weird eyes and hair . He smiles and opens his arms wide and I stand up engulfed in a bear hug

"Vanessa darling you look gorgeous and you've grown honey ."

"Yes dad its been 2 years now ." my tone is sharp and he ignores me

"How is papa ? Last saw him a year ago."

"When you were busy fucking the whole of America and Yes his fine he misses home ." he chuckles and orders Lord knows what whilst I just sip on my apple juice

" So how's Harvard ? Are you enjoying college?" I snort

" Are you that bored that you want to ask about my academics Nick ! Get straight to the point ."

"We can't have a normal conversation can we ? "

"We are not normal so why should we act like we on good terms " I look at him sternly but the tough guy doesn't even flinch

"Feisty , I like that , you remind me of your mother ."

" What do you know about my mother !"I hiss at him

" She was my wife Rebecca and I'm bound to talk about her." he shouts making me shrink in my seat . His right its not his fault whatever happened to her .

"I'm sorry." I whisper looking anywhere but him

He doesn't reply instead he eats his sushi quietly and I look at him for the next 15 minutes . He wipes his mouth and the servers clean the table . He waves his hand and James or Paul whatever his bodyguard names is hands him an envelope and he places it on the table , I just look at him till he speaks

"I know Jack takes good care of you as well as Papa but I want to give you this money spent whatever you want with it and if its not enough , ring my office ." he says

I open the envelope and see the cheque 50 million dollars , WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK , HOLY SHIT .I just look at him eyes wide

" Are you dying ?" Those are the first words which come out of my mouth making Paul chuckle .

"No, even if I was , that's nothing compared to what I have in store for you ." he says dryly

" I dont want it ."I say

" if its not enough I can tell Paul to-" I cut him off

" Dad!!" he looks at me "I dont want your money , I want you ." I whisper my voice weary

" You have me " he says dryly

"You think , " I snort " I mean there for me everyday when I wake up , there for me on good mornings and good nights , there for me when you beat the crap on boys who look at my ass , there for me when you kiss my head telling me everything is gonna be okay , there for me each and every hour , when I'm graduating , on my birthday , on my everything . Not just financially ." I shout at him and he looks at me sympathetically

"Baby I'm busy you know that " my eyes drop

"I get it " a tear drops " I'm the unlucky child , just what mom said when she was there " I chuckle sadly " I get it dad , money first family later ."

"Rebecca I ....."

" You what dad!!!!!" I scream at him "Huh. You what this time , got a job to kill , an assassination , a case , a job to murder someone , human trafficking , people to punish " he looks at me shocked that I just said that , I've never had the guts to shout it to him since I knew his job when I was fourteen , I swore to mom I wouldn't tell him , his silence is my answer "yea Nick , that's what I thought ."