The Romanov Series Book #1: My Rogue Girlfriend

Chapter Nineteen: A little Push

Ferrer's POV
"Excuse me sir! Excuse me!" A man ran towards me as I made my way to my car. I have just punished Terrence a second time and I'm starting to feel like an enemy. He said he hates me. That pinched my heart.

"Yeah? Can I help you?" I addressed the old man. He's the concierge. I have met him twice but not in the basement parking. He seems out of breath.

"Good evening sir, sorry to trouble you but are you coming from 1108? It's where a lawyer and a young boy live."

"Miss Hall."

"Yes! Miss Hall. I have been waiting for her to come down. There's a problem with her car." He pointed to a car covered up completely. "Some of the residents are complaining."

"What are they complaining about?" I followed him.

"Oil. See?" He pointed to a dark pool underneath. "The residents here can be petty."

"Thank you for letting me know. Miss Hall is currently indisposed. I'll take care of it."

He left me to tend to other things. I put the items I confiscated from Terrence in the back of my car. I walked across the basement parking to Lorraine's car. I pulled off the cover to reveal the badly damaged Porsche. Lorraine drives like a man full of aggression and a lack of courtesy and patience. Her favorite thing is over speeding and hooting. Road rage is in her blood. But this car doesn't look like it survived the usual drama on the road. I examined the windshield. "Bullet holes." I noted.

She lied.

I covered it up.

I called Julio. He will know what to do before someone reports this and she gets into trouble. "Julio, good evening. Sorry to call you so late."

"It's okay signor. What can I do for you?"

"Can you pick up a car at Lorraine's place? It's her Porsche. It's badly damaged and the windshield has bullet holes. I don't want it to to attract any unnecessary attention."

"I'll send someone in a few minutes. Is she alright?"

"Lorraine is fine. Thanks buddy." I hanged up.

She's lying to me.

Why?

I waited until a team of mechanics arrived. They patched up the Porsche with newspapers to and towed it away. I only left after they did.

All I can think about is the moment my son, Terrence, said he hates me. It hurts. I almost lashed out on him but I reminded myself I am not my father. I reminded myself he's just a child and he doesn't know what he's saying. I'm trying my best to be a father. He's not meeting me halfway. I can't blame him. I'm the adult. Most if that burden falls on my shoulders. I should be the one to make our relationship work. At least Lorraine backed me up. I didn't count on that.

"What is it Katie?" I answered the ringing phone. I out it on speaker. I don't like to talk on the phone and drive but I never ignore Katie's call.

"You need to come down to the lab. There's a fire."

"What happened?"

"I don't know! I just got here!"

I hanged up. Katie is my proxy. She runs the pharmaceutical company. I never have time for it because of the Oncology Center and being the Chief of Surgery. I turned the car around and ran a red light. As I approached the direction of the lab, I caught the brightness of the fire illuminating the dark night sky like this it's a sunrise.

Those are billions you in flame but most importantly, the workers!

"Is anyone hurt?" I grabbed Katie by her arm.