𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑂𝑛𝑒

14-𝐹𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟

~Xavier Hernandez~

I stared at the ceiling, dreading to get up.

Looking to the right, Stella is still asleep on her stomach. The women i'll have to marry for my fathers own good. I lifted up the covers, unplugged my phone and grabbed my watch. Walking over to my dresser, Stella shifted into the middle of the bed.

I put my watch on and grabbed a pair of black pants. I have to meet my father at his place for work business.

Flicking the light switch on for the bathroom, I changed into my clothes, brushed my teeth and fixed my hair. It's 7:00, I have to leave soon. Tucking my phone into my back pocket I slid my belt in through the loops before opening our sock drawer and grabbing a pair. I'll let her sleep since she's coming to work with me today. She needs to train for a mission.

Buttoning my shirt I walked out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind me. "Is Carlos finally awake?" I put my sunglasses on before rolled my sleeves up as Ryan shut the basement door behind him.

"Oh yeah he won't stop fucking screaming like a child." He looked down at his bloody hands with a smirk.

"I can clearly tell." I chuckled.

"Meeting your father today?" Ryan called out at me as he walked to the kitchen sink.

"Sadly, I am. I shouldn't be too long. I just need to talk to him about the arrange marriage." I sighed.

"What? All you have to do is marry the girl and call it a day?" Ian walked in, stretching his arms in the air.

"It isn't that easy dipshit." I grabbed the car keys off the counter top and pushed my sunglasses down so I could see him.

"Hey if you don't want to marry her, I gladly will for you." Ian winked at me.

"Shes mine." I stared him dead in the eye.

"Aw look who's getting all mad over a girl?" Ryan wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"Oh shut the fuck up." I opened the front door and walked to my car.

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I pulled into my fathers driveway. Getting out of the car.

I just want to kill him.

Before I even got the chance to ring the door bell, My father flung open the door with a big fake smile.

"My son!" Isaiah moved off to the side, allowing me to walk in.

"Nice to see you too, father." I nodded my head at him.

"Come come, sit down. We have a lot to discuss." Isaiah walked into his dining room.

We sat across from each other, neither of us knew where to start.

"How is your fiancée?" Isaiah clasps his hands in front of him.

"She's doing good, all settled in." I placed my sunglasses and car keys next to me.

"When is the wedding happening?" My father looked me dead in the eye.

"We haven't figured it out yet. Not soon." I looked down at the table.

"Look at me when you speak son." Isaiah said in a firm voice. "Why isn't the wedding planned?" He was getting irritated.

"Because father, we need time." I looked at his angry face.