Sinners and Saints

Chapter 48

Chuck's POV

Bart has his guards drag me away from the stage and unto the roof. 

Even though I couldn't get to speak with London I'm so glad I could see her from the stage and she could see me.

 I can't imagine what was going through her head when she thought she had lost me. 

I could never leave her like that.

 Not if I could help it. 

My father walks onto the rooftop bringing me out of my thoughts.

 "Thank you for waiting." He greets me with a smug. 

"I had no choice. Your guards locked me out." I state simply.

 "I wanted us to have a chance to talk privately. Son to father." he says as I push record on my phone to capture his every word. 

"I knew you were a cold man but I never thought you would go as far as to try and have your own son killed." I begin. 

"Charles, we had a deal. Your friend is out of jail. You were supposed to be on a plane to Russia." he speaks. 

"You never intended for me to make it to Moscow. You arranged for the pilot to parachute to safety while I was left to die on the plane." I reply, having enough of this man.

 "Son, you have always had a wonderfully vivid imagination." Bart says as he rips the phone from my hand throwing it behind him. 

"I warned you that accidents can happen. You are lucky sweet London wasn't one of those accidents...yet." he says, causing me to seethe. 

"If you ever speak of her again. I swear I'll-" I start. 

"Charles stop. You won't do anything because you aren't a man. I tried to turn you into one so many times but it never worked." he cuts me off. 

"You're the one that's not a man. A man accepts responsibility for his actions. A man takes care of his family. A man doesn't pay a mother to abandon her child and then tell his child that their mother is dead. A man doesn't try to have his own son killed! But you can tell the police what kind of man you are." I rant as Bart steps closer to me. 

"Your naivete is adorable." he says, pushing me back. 

"Who do you think the police are gonna believe? Huh?" He keeps pushing. 

"The man of the year or some sad pathetic little boy. I mean I can't wait to have London all to myself once you're gone." he says, causing me to punch him in his face at his words. 

He can do whatever the hell he wants with me but I refuse to let him do anything to London.

 Ever. 

Bart then lunges at me but I switch our position where he's the one backed against the railing to the point where he is now dangling from the rails.

 "Chuck! Chuck! Please!" London cries out as she comes running up the rooftop. 

"Chuck" Bart gasps out as he holds onto the rails for dear life. 

"Give me your hands." He orders. 

"I'm all talk son, I'd never hurt you or London. I mean he's Alex's daughter." He's lying.

 "Everything you say is a lie!" I shout. 

"Charles." he continues to struggle.

 "This isn't who you are son, please." he gasps. 

Although it was too late because he loses his grip and falls to his death.