Bad Blood

Chapter 13 - My not half brother becomes a lying bat

I watch Jack as he looks at the man I've tied up. I suppose I should add I'm feeling quite cocky. I knew something was up with my new not brother, knew that he wasn't who he said he was. I mean, he didn't think that I brought the whole early twenties prodigy dentist thing did he? So yes in short I've been acting like a pretentious brat ever since he picked up the phone. What can I say? I quite enjoy it. 

Jack turns to me, and I make a show of crossing my arms and raising a brow. "Explain."

He sighs. "It's really not what it looks like."

"I'll decide that."

He looks back at the man again. "You tied him up pretty well."

"Yeah well I learnt from the best." I shoot back. "Quit staling Jack, and don't give me BS about being a dentist. We both know that's not true."

He gets up and walks over to the dining room to grab a chair. At least that what it looks like. I know he's just trying to figure out what to say, and is making sure I can't see his face whilst he thinks. The body can give away signals with out you even realising. Even those who are the best at hiding it can give a slimmer of what they're thinking without even realising it. I know he know that, and I now know that his mother taught him that, because she taught me. So by turning away he's just given me more information than by just staying where he was. So either he's as dumb as he looks or he wants to give me exactly what I want. 

He holds out a chair, offering it to me. I shake my head. "No. Get to the point."

"Fine." He snaps, sitting down and shaking his head. "I think you already know half of the story."

"Tell me again."

He face cracks as he rubs his fingers through his hair. "My mother- Our mother, before she had me, before she met your father, and mine lived in Amsterdam, in the Netherlands as a girl. Her grandfather was extremely rich, he'd earnt his money back in the second world war, when his father's oil factory boomed and he'd inherited it after he died. Our mother's grandfather's name was Ruben Van der Maal, and he'd had three sons. Now because Ruben had such a big inheritance, all three sons naturally wanted to get the lot, so the eldest, Levi moved back home as soon as his father began to show signs of sickness. He wanted to get on his good side before he past to get the money. The youngest brother Lars, who already lived very close to his father saw straight through Levi's plan and began a plan of his own by bringing his children into it. Soon the whole deal got a bit out of hand and the two brothers got into a massive fight in the home of their father, whom accidentally overheard it all and was so broken that two of his sons had only been looking after him to get to his money. He immediately contacted his lawyer and re-wrote his will to make sure all of his assets went to his middle son Noah, our grandfather, who lived abroad at the time."

"Ruben Van der Maal died not long after from a heart failure and as requested Noah, our grandfather inherited the Van der Maal assets. Now the Van der Maal brother were all very powerful men, and naturally Levi and Lars weren't exactly thrilled that their brother got everything and they got nothing. Bother were very powerful, successful business men, but the most dangerous of the two was Levi. Levi Van der Maal had moved to Switzerland, where he'd stumbled across their infamous mafia, got involved and married a woman who was set to inherit the mafia. Now married to the most powerful person in all of Switzerland, the oldest brother set out to make sure he got his cut of the Van der Maal inheritance and most importantly get the revenge on his brother. He set out to find his brother, but he was too late by the time he found him all the way in France, he was dead from the same heart failure as his father. As his daughter, Annika Van der Maal, our mother escaped to England he followed and she took refuge when MI5 granted her a job request."

"So for many years she worked in England, but she then met my father, who left her after she had me. He was just a Rotten scoundrel, who worked for her Uncle. Left her after he had me."

I watched as his face crumpled and he leaned into his arms. I suddenly felt compelled to walk over there and give him a comforting hug, but I stay put. He wasn't finished yet. 

"So disgusted, and disheartened she quit her job and moved to America, changed her name and shed her past life. She became Scarlett Davis, and raised me as a single mom. Now we come to my story."

"To keep us afloat our mother did some things that she nor I didn't like. She used what she'd learnt to con people and I really didn't like it. She started doing things that resembled what her Uncle had done, and when she started telling me stories about why I didn't have a father and why we lived in America and why she'd changed her name I got angry. I didn't understand how she didn't see that she was doing exactly what her Uncle was doing. So when I told her that she got angry and did some things she regretted and it broke our relationship. So when my best friend, who I basically lived with by the time I was eight moved to Australia, I moved with them. She let me leave, and every day on my birthday she'd ring me up and leave the nastiest message, until eleven years ago, which I assumed she'd forgotten about me, or chosen to forget. So I lived here ever since, but our great Uncle didn't stop looking for his inheritance, and his eldest son took up his job, and for some reason thinks that I have it."

He looks pointedly at me. "So that's whom I'm assuming that man is." He nods to the man I've tied up. 

I stand there in silence as he debated what to do. I helped him wake the man up. I stayed in my room as Jack questioned him, and told him to leave. I made small talk at dinner an hour later after I'd fixed up the Shelby Cobra. I hugged him when I made my way up the stairs later that night to find him sobbing quietly. I bid him goodnight when he told me to go back down stairs. 

I did not however tell him what I'd found in the man's pockets. 

I did however know that my not half brother had lied through his teeth. 

There was no inheritance. I knew that for a fact.