My Lolita, Cassandra [RFK/Bobby Kennedy] (Alternate Universe)

Part Fourteen

"Freudian Slip"

Robert looks at his watch as five minutes have passed since he sat down at the table with his nephew. "Where the hell is your father?"

"How would I know? He's probably on a call." Junior shrugs, chewing on a free breadstick.

Robert sighs in frustration, it's like he's being stood up on a date all over again—doesn't help that Leah once did that to him in this particular restaurant.

He looks at his Patek Phillipe once more before deciding to look after John. "I'll look for him," he notes before leaving.

"Mhm," Junior hums, practically deaf to his surrounding when the pastry melts in his mouth. "Fuck, this is good..."

Robert furiously barges the door open without a care in the world, he grits his teeth.

"Bob, can you reserve that fucking restaurant where you took Leah for the first date?" He puts on a voice to mock his brother. "What? Oh, nothing. I just wanna make you feel bad for what you did, you cheating bastard." He talks to himself as he scans the parking lot. "Wow, you're fucking a seventeen-year-old?! Oh, brother, you're way worse than me. Imagine how Pops would react!"

He tiredly leans against a stranger's car as he runs out of air from all the walking and mocking.

"Well, fuck you, Jack... and that schmuck Leitvol." He groans, slowly catching his breath.

After regaining his composure, he's ready to go back in. Until he hears the voice of an angel—his angel—in distress.

"Do you know what my father did after he found out?!"

Your voice echoes throughout the lot, freezing Robert in his tracks. He quickly finds a nearby car to take cover before you see him. When you slam the car door, John takes a step back, revealing himself to his brother, and Robert's heart sinks into the pit of his stomach.

John's consoling voice can be heard clearly when Robert finds a way to get closer, "Look, I had to tell him or he'd go to the police—"

"He sent me away!"

Your words are vague, knowing the things that you've told him, Robert immediately catches on to what's happening. "Jesus Christ, Jack..." he whispers to himself.

Memories from the past begin rushing through his mind bit by bit; from the time when John was in touch with the family until he moved to Beverly Hills after investing in a real estate development and immediately ceasing all contact. There was not a peep from him for one whole year until he called Robert regarding his prenup during his divorce. And that fits perfectly with the time he lost you.

"Rot in hell, John Kennedy," you utter, full of hatred and fury for the man in front of you. "In fact, all you Kennedys can rot in hell!" The yelling puts a strain on your voice, making your throat feels like it's wrapped in barbed wires.

Robert could see how badly you need someone by your side, the whole world seems to be against you. "Fuck!" He sharply whispers, knowing there's no use in him standing around to watch you get hurt by his brother all over again.

So, he stealthily paces towards the restaurant, trying to escape from the predicament. Once he's inside, he heaves a huge sigh of relief. "Holy mother of God..."

Junior stopped chewing on the veal when he saw the man approaching the table. "Oh, Unc! I went ahead and ordered without you guys—" he pauses midway through his sentence, surprised by the sweaty look on his uncle's face. "Hey, you okay?" He worriedly watches as Robert tries to make himself comfortable in his chair.