The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter Twenty-Seven

I sat in the living room of my house holding a crystal square half spiral glass filled with bourbon, on the table was the gun my father owned taken apart with the cleaning kit I had for it not far away.

It might have seemed weird to certain people that this is what I had chosen to be doing at twelve o'clock at night but I didn't really care.

Setting down my glass I began to assemble the weapon once I had finished cleaning it, before cocking the gun and looking inside to be sure it is clear enough to fire.

Perfect.

Picking up the white cloth next to the weapon I wiped off my hands and the gun itself since I didn't want excess on it given that it could get particulate on it or in it which was problematic in the long run.

Standing I walked away towards my office before putting it away and walking back into the living room, and out onto the patio of my house where I could look out over the Atlantic Ocean which looked like it was on the edge of a storm, despite the calm waters. Really it was only a sign that made me grateful my house was at the top of a sloped yard around my vast patio.

Crossing the heated marble slabs to the edge of the patio I leaned on the glass railing while still cradling my glass, swishing the contents periodically as I watched the ocean trying to purge the thoughts I'd had which originally began when I was cleaning my dad's pistol.

My mind had the weird ability to think of things I normally wouldn't and for some reason it was of a dream I had a few nights ago of the back of a brunette girl. I never got to see her face but for some reason I felt like she was important, and in it she stood in the rain though I never got any closer then the doorway. Why I had dreamt of a girl I didn't know or could see yet felt so drawn to through a dream was odd for me, yet the image felt comforting.

Not that I was worthy of that kind of comfort.

I also doubted such a girl even existed in my twisted world, I was surrounded by excess and it wasn't exactly unknown who I was in the circles I frequented, even the less savory people I knew recognized me as a skilled illegal street racer even if it was just an alias.

Clearing my mind, I finished the last of what was in my glass before walking back inside and shutting the door before going upstairs to climb into bed. Closing my door, I undressed discarding all of what I had been wearing into a laundry basket before walking into my bathroom to shower and clean myself of my daily sins which we all knew I had.

Another thing my mind was good at doing though I hated it was making me wish that the water was blood, my own specifically rolling into the drain and ridding me of a life I didn't like. I felt numb to everything around me and I wouldn't be surprised if all the good things disappeared one day like all the good in my life did. The boys stayed but that's for different reasons, and even then, there are days I wonder why they stand by me.

Stepping out of the shower I dried off and walked to my bed falling onto it before getting under the blanket and allowing sleep to take me though I wondered what kinds of horrors awaited me here in the shadowy abyss of my mind.

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The following morning, I woke up and went about my morning routine before putting on black pant, pullover and black blazer.

Heading downstairs I made myself a shake and drank the entirety of it before deciding I'd go to the Harrington Mansion to see what kind of chaos the boys had gotten up to last night.

Why the Harrington's allowed Hunter and Riley to crash there was beyond me.

Those two had probably done something that would be regretted in a week or even by this morning.