The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter One-Hundred Thirty-Five

My jet was currently fifteen hundred meters from JFK airport after the four-hour flight home it was a relief to see the city lights. Plane flight could be boring even if you are one a private jet there is only so much you can actually do.

I often slept through flights because I was bored. It was actually a miracle that melatonin worked at all anymore.

"Coming down for landing all passengers please remain in your seats until we have safely landed and stopped," Stephanie's voice cuts through the intercom and I double check that my seatbelt is on before she began to lower the plane towards the ground.

I then began counting down the second until we touched down something I'd managed to get down to a half a second of error at worst, but most of the time I was completely right.

The Boeing hit the ground twenty-one seconds later and began coasting down to a stop one thousand meters down the runway before pulling off towards the hangers where I kept my plane in safe storage.

New York was once again getting an overcast sky though it wasn't dark enough to rain, and the wind outside was too fast should it start to rain, Jersey City may get it but Manhattan, and East wouldn't.

When the lift was brought over, I walked down the stairs to the concrete floor of the hanger and then over to the black Rolls Royce Phantom which Elijah had been standing next too.

"Sir welcome home," he says and I give him a nod as I approached the car.

"Elijah," I reply looking over at the large selection of about a dozen matte black vehicles; the typical mix of Mercedes sedans and SUV's, as I got in the back of the Phantom.

I wonder why.

I then watched my head of security get into the front of the car before pressing a button and the door shut.

"Elijah, why is there a twelve-car convoy, and about forty PPO's?" I muse changing the back seat settings to heated massage to get the tension out of my back and neck all while reclining because of the extended wheel base.

"Demetri Flanne is being transferred today to a more secure prison out of state in New Jersey," Elijah says looking up into the mirror that allowed me to see him.

"If it were up to me, he'd be shipped off to some state where serial killers were put to death. Twelve confirmed people Elijah, and I have no clue if it's more then that, probably is," I mutter as I looked out of the back of the window at the city, I grew up in.

"Because of you he won't be getting out regardless of behaviour."

"That's my only reassurance right now."

We were both silent for a moment but Elijah had looked back into the mirror at me briefly as we reached a stop light.

"Where to sir?" Elijah asks checking both ways.

"Midtown please," I reply folding my hands in my lap and watching as the city got closer. This sad city that I called home. The place that fit me the best, Manhattan was home to me, it was where I was born, it was where I had been raised, it was where I lost everything that made me a child.

Two years could change someone so easily and I knew it now, I knew it looking back at all the memories. Two years of a good home, to two years of adjusting to the constant critique, two years of trying to be the best I could and never being enough even when perfect, two years of resentment. Then it all changed and I was now left with three years of coping, after my birthday came, I don't know what would proceed it.

I'd spent so much of my life wish I was home and I never got to know. I was surrounded by loss, cliques of liars and manipulators, those who used substances to escape their pain, people like me who drank to feel the familiar burn of what it was like to be in pain. To remember it because we hurt people, or were lulled into it.

I did it as a mix of an escape, but also to punish myself since I didn't wish to end up talking to a therapist because they found cuts on my skin. Maybe that's why I boxed without gloves to make myself pay for all that I'd done to punish others.

What had I done to make life so difficult. What had I done to punish all of those I cared about so badly they either ended up dead or I pushed them away.

These thoughts persisted in my head until Elijah pulled up to the front entrance of One57 like I instructed him a few moments prior.

"You can go back to the Hamptons; I'll be fine here. I just need the time," I say before going to open the door but found it locked still.

"Adrian, before you get out know if you need anything just call me, I'll do my best," he says giving me a smile in the mirror and I forced one back, though it was almost like habit.

"Thank you, Elijah, that will be all," I say and he unlocks the door allowing me to get out and walk up to the front door of the penthouse tower I lived in.

I now lived in the world I created, in a world of grey sadness, and pain. In a world where the Winters name had lost all meaning and we were forgotten. But I wasn't I was the billionaire heir that the media loved snapping pictures of in expensive cars. I hated my life.

Pushing open the doors I brushed my feet harshly across the welcome mat and walked over the tiled flooring towards the elevator neglecting the polite nods of others who lived here.

I lived with a fear though one my father never had, one no one before me had. In sixteen years, I became a monster whose name was whispered on the streets, I lived knowing I was the heir of the most powerful family in history and unfortunately that came with the knowledge of one single thing. My own peers called me the devil, my friends saw it in me, the darkest sides of my being. Nico knew the other half of that the part that made me this way he just didn't know the whole story.

Nico was aware that my sadness and anger, came from a place deep inside me but never came out at the boys. He knew I locked them out of my feelings because I didn't want to bother them.

He just never got to see or know the full extent of the relationship I had with my father and that behind all of who I was, there deep down was a broken boy who just wanted to loved by a father who couldn't care less.

I'd also found it funny that in the media that I consumed, books, movies, and shows alike I always related to the most broken characters. The ones no one roots for.

I was that person only in real life, I had no one aside from myself most of my life and now I was left to wonder what would come in the following year, what would happen.

Maybe you'll lose the morose attitude.

Telling my mind to fuck off I eventually stepped out into my penthouse and moved with confident slow steps across the floor in an almost careless manner until stopping at the window where I could look over Central Park.

Continuing my train of thought I began analyzing my friend group. Hunter and Mia were getting closer daily despite his continual reputation as a player. Riley and Ava seemed like they were on the brink of dating, hell I'd swear they had kissed in secret and told no one, which would be a miracle because Riley can't keep his mouth shut to save his soul. Nico had been on his phone more but with the latter years at Thornbrook coming it made more sense for him to be pulled into the family business, other times however I had my suspicions. Kate was back in LA but I knew my sister and something, I didn't know what was happening in her life I'd been kept in the dark.

Moving from the window I ran my fingers over the keys of the piano, drumming them at random until I stopped at a key that sounded appealing to me, then on instinct I stretched my fingers and pressed other keys.

My fingers on command began to play Concerto No.2 Moderato by Rachmaninoff. I played such sad music most of the time but for some reason I had a little bit of hope for the coming year.

     
     
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