The Bad Boy Calls Me Enemy [ COMPLETED]

Knowing the truth

Christian.

Jonathan Grey was looking at me with some emotions in his eyes I didn't recognize. All my life I had hated this man. He wasn't supposed to be a good guy in my head. Why he had to be her father of all people. It made me restrain myself.

"Why are you here?" My dad broke in the silence.

"To know the truth." I replied not moving my eyes from Jonathan.

"Everyone." He ordered looking around him. "I know you all are eager to know about what happened, but I have to talk to him alone. So scatter, Now."

In a minute the living was empty except for the three of us.

"You better start talking Grey." My dad demanded. "The only reason you're still in one piece is the fact that you were friends with my wife."

What?

"What are talking about? Is that true?" My eyes snapped at both of them simultaneously.

"Yes. He was in the same University where your mother studied." He stated.

"Dad." I whirled his desk chair around to make him face me. "Why haven't you told me that? What else are you hiding?"

My hand was about to grab his neck when he slapped it away. "Focus on what's important right now Chris."

I gulped hard, stabbing my fingers into the insides of my palm. My dad definitely was the shittiest person on this earth. How could he hide this important stuff from me. I had the right to know everything about my mother.

"Grey. Tell me who killed her. I know you're aware of it. That was the reason I was trying to catch you all these years." My dad calmly said.

Jonathan Grey took a deep breath. His head hung low as if he was ashamed of something. "It was my brother. George Grey."

I was about to punch him in the face when my dad grabbed my waist from behind, halting me.

"Let go! I have to!"

"Calm down!" He ordered.

He wanted me to calm down? If he and his filthy family didn't exist, my mother would be alive and I-

But then I would never have met Hazel.

Suddenly all the anger fuming in me silenced. As if it was paused. My thinking, my feelings, everything stopped. How could I even imagine my life without her?

"But, he made it look like I was the one who did it." Jonathan spoke breaking through my thoughts.

His face held a grim expression as he continued.

"He is evil Carlos." His eyes were dead. He had already given up on his brother.

"You all are." My dad took a few steps towards him. "I swear I'll kill you all. All of you Grey family."

I knew where was he going with this. He wanted to finish off Jonathan right here. I had to admit I wanted to do the same to him, but I couldn't let her father die before she could see him.

"Carlos, I can understand your anger. But you know our family is dangerous. You know why no one dares to deal with us. Not that I'm proud or anything." Jonathan's voice was rather calm in spite of the things he was saying. I haven't quite understood him yet. Did he hate his own family? Was he someone like me?

"I know." My dad grabbed his shirt with his one hand while his other hand slipped into his pocket to take out a knife.

I made no noise as I slowly took several steps towards them. If he noticed what I was planning to do it would be too late.

"Die!" My dad was about to thrust that knife into Jonathan's neck when I clutched his hand tightly stilling it in the air.

"Christian!" My dad's eyes snapped at me.

I snatched out the knife from his hand and threw it away. "Stop it."

It took a lot of strength to pin him down but after a minute of struggle I was able to pressure him down under my knees.

"Jonathan! Give me your belt!" I instructed as my dad kept struggling.

Jonathan did as I said and threw his belt at me. I pulled my dad's arms up and tied them tightly with the belt.

"Dad I already told you. I never was on your side. If you're going to hurt Hazel I'll not think twice before shooting you down."

"You'll regret this Christian!" He cursed from below me.

"I don't care." I finished binding him.

"Let's go." I shot Jonathan a look. He was perplexed as he kept looking at me and then my dad.

"Why are you-"

"Not the tight time. Let's get out of here." I sprinted to the balcony. If I go from the regular way which was from the inside, I would definitely get caught and no one will be happy to see me fleeing away with Jonathan.

I threw a glance behind me to check whether Jonathan was following or not.

"We have to climb down from here." My eyes were locked on the fire escape.

"What about the security?" Jonathan said.

"I didn't see anyone when I came here. I think everyone are too focused on you right now. They're probably waiting outside the living." I propped myself up at where the fire escape began. "This is our only chance."

He nodded and followed after me.

He was quite flexible for his age. I thought he wouldn't be able to climb down so fast but he did it effortlessly. As if he was used to it.

We made it safely to my car and both of us jumped in before I reversed the car.

"Christian."

I froze when his voice filled in. Wasn't he supposed to be in Amsterdam right now? I cursed, rolling up the windows which I forgot to do before but his hand stomped in pausing the process.

"What are you doing?" His head peered down from the window down towards me. As always his eyes were menacing with an evil glint.

"I'm in a hurry." I hissed. "Move away your hand or I'll cut it."

"So mean!" He whined in his disgusting voice.

I kept rolling up the window until his hand got squeezed and he had no other choice but to retract it back.

"See you soon." He mouthed as I drove away.

"Christian, don't tell me that was-" Jonathan panicked.

"Yes." I gritted through my teeth. "That was my brother Christopher."