The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter One Hundred Forty-One

I wanted to take a final stop at my parent's graves before the new month. Three years I'd been an orphan along with Kate. We'd been through a lot over these past years and I knew it.

It was also when all of it ended. I could still remember sitting in my fathers Vanquish and seeing the shallow base of Winters Group Tower. I wish I could go back to before the arguments to have a good relationship with that man. But I suppose two strong headed people who challenged one another was never really going to go well for my dad.

Back in the day he was apparently a brat. He used to party like mad when he was sixteen and seventeen. Like me he had gotten big into cars and wanted to go to school as an engineer.

The thought was kinda funny to me. A medical doctor and an engineer. The fact my father also took a business degree and excelled in that to take over as the dominant force of the Winters Family Empire.

Life could have been so very different for me, it was highly likely that I wouldn't be going to Thornbrook Academy, I wouldn't have been driving a Ferrari as one of my first cars, I wouldn't own thirteen properties globally. I lived a very privileged lifestyle even in the absence of my parents.

There were many days I wished I could drive from school to the penthouse and see Kate get home with Andrews, I could eat dinner with my parents on my birthday and Christmas.

I yurned for the way things were once so many years ago when I was little but that's not how my life turned out.

Standing in the window of One57 I stared over New York that morning drinking my tea.

I'd awaken at six that morning and was dressed and ready by seven so I now stood drinking the last dregs of liquid in the bottom of the cup.

There was a light rain drizzling over the city and I couldn't actually believe what I was looking at.

The years had changed my spite to sorrow and I couldn't help but imagine what the people who had spent fourteen years together would have said about this.

Fourteen years and they built an empire.

I couldn't imagine the pride they had for both me and my sister. I'd like to think they did at least. I'd like to think my father would have been pleased to see the person I'd become.

The final sip slid into my mouth and I held it while carrying the cup to the dishwasher only swallowing it when I grabbed the key for my McLaren 720S Spider.

Stepping into the elevator I pressed the button for the garage resulting in the doors shutting leaving me with the soft drone of the elevator car descending the tower. A few moments later the doors reopened and I walked out across the polished concrete floor that I could see my reflection in as I spun the key to my favourite car in this fleet.

I did love my P1 it was by far one of my favourite hypers but in general the 720S stood strong in comparison.

Lifting the door, I slipped into the drivers seat of the car and started it before pulling the door shut and driving out of the garage.

Speeding off along the streets I slowed at a light and stopped before Hunter's Urus pulled up next to me with the woody brown-haired boy revving at me.

Ambrose my car can beat every car besides a hyper.

When the light changed green, I let Hunter get his head start before stomping on the accelerator and shooting past him only to slow as I spotted the protected green turning light.

I then swiftly changed lanes and down the road towards Queens where I'd be going for the morning and meet the boys at Thornbrook later.

Crossing the bridge, I ended up in Queens and all of the close together homes which made the premise of me knowing that if I was normal, I'd live here.

I found the idea of suburban life comforting. It was comforting to me because all my life it was numbers and percentages, and figures, and competition. At the end of the day, I wanted to do something that helped others, a nice house in a rural place, a nice car, and a happy family to come home to.

That was my goal at the end of the day, but I definitely wasn't unaware to the fact I would be inheriting twenty plus years of business enemies that my parents made.

How they'll be shocked to find I live up to my reputation.

Getting to the place where my parents were buried, I could picture the lines of luxury vehicles lining the block while Security paced the area.

I then parked along the curb and pushed the door open thankful that it blocked the rain for the most part while I slipped on a scarlet scarf and got out of the car.

Locking it I then began walking through along the paths until I got to the stones with my mother and father's names on them.

Everyone was equal in a graveyard. That was the reality of it. I was a brutal realist at times and I knew that. I had naïve hope sometimes but it was what kept me sane most of my life.

Hope.

Stopping at the place where their feet would be I stared at the smooth concrete poured over where their heads were displaying the time, they lived above that on the marble stones was their names displayed proudly.

The rain provided all the tears I couldn't cry for them. All the years of sadness.

"I wish you both were here to see the girl your daughter became. To see how happy, she is. She's bright, and she'll definitely go far wherever she decides. You both made her into a strong girl, and I'm sure she would tell you all kinds of things I don't know," I laugh at the end because its probably true, and the fact I'm standing and talking to the graves of my parents.

I probably belong in a psych ward.

"I simply wish you could be here to see me, and guide me. I've done some fucked up shit, I've hurt people, and I definitely got myself too deep a few months ago. I simply just want life to be better. I can't find happiness anywhere. I tried the bottom of a bottle, and girls, and fast cars," I say and I can feel the salty pricking of tears on my eyes.

"I wish both of you were still alive to guide me in the right direction, I feel lost some days. I earned the title of the devil of New York; I have a worse reputation then of my father. But I need someone to see me how you saw him mom. I need someone to be my strength even when I don't have any in myself."

Then I remembered my actions over the last few months, and a part of me thought about how that girl—Olivia would be coming to Thornbrook.

"I need guidance, some sign I've done the right thing—if you're both up there, anything will do, just help me become the kind of man I should be."

I didn't expect a response, didn't expect anything at all. I just removed a picture I kept from when I was ten.

My parents smiling at the camera with all of us on the front porch of the Montana Ranch. Kate was in a red sundress our mom had helped her pick out that morning. I was dressed in grey slightly ripped jeans a pale grey ribbed sweater. My father and mom were dressed in their typical casual clothing and if anyone looked at it, you'd think we were a normal family.

One day maybe I'll have something like that.

If I was lucky to find someone who could put up with me.

Taking the photo, I folded it in half and slipped it in beside my mother's stone, level with the grass around it.

I then slipped my hands into my pockets and walked off back towards my car to head off to school as the rain above continued to fall only harsher for every step I took towards my car.

Done early too considering I've had limited time to write today so I'm proud of myself. Comment, vote, and share. Anyways

Peace✌