The St Patrick Series Book #3: Twin Trouble

Chapter 11: Blackmail

Christopher's POV
"So Prom is coming up. You know what that means." My wife wiggled her eyebrows at me.

Every school dance our daughter has gone to, we have scared away her dates. We live for it. If we can't scare them away because they are actually nice dates, we embarrass Anna.

"I almost don't want her to grow up." I chuckled.

I'm going through the mail, sorting bills from useful mail.

"Speaking of grown-ups, let's talk about our thirty-two year old son." She placed a coffee mug in front of me.

"What did he do?" I stumbled across be something chunky. I chose to pay attention to Court.

"He has been acting strange. I hear he broke up with that girl... Dani? Does he have a fetish for girls called Dani? Two in one decade!"

"Fetishes occur more frequently than twice in a decade sweetheart." Bruce has always been weird. He keeps to himself Andis extremely private. If we didn't go invite ourselves to his place we would never have known he was dating. It's just like we never knew Danica was dead until he told us three years later. We just assumed they broke up. He seriously keeps his life super private even from us. "But it is strange."

I ripped the envelop open.

"I know. Anyway, I'm off to be the breadwinner."

I chuckled. "Sweetheart, are you seriously flaunting? Just because you make more money than me?"

"You chose a military career and I don't understand why especially when you had a shot at being the CEO of the St Patrick Group." She kissed my lips.

"In every generation a St Patrick must serve."

She burst out laughing. "Love you hon. Have a great day off."

"Love you sweetheart."

She is not a sweetheart but I just like calling her that.

I retrieved a video from the envelop. I played it. It's in black and white but it's a man standing beside a bed. It's blurry and hard to make out anything but there's a woman on the bed. He went on to get intimate. I paused it and looked into the envelop where a note is stashed.

"I want 10 million dollars by the end of the week or your son gets registered as a sex offender for sleeping with an underage girl." I glanced back at the TV. Now the man looks like Bruce. I zoomed in at the girl. Daniella! "What the fuck?"

I picked up the other chunky envelop and pictures della out. It's still Daniella and Bruce in a club. Bruce owns the club. She's drinking alcohol. In some in pictures, he is deeply engrossed in her. Someone saw them and now is demanding payment.

Bruce and I must have words.

Bruce's POV
Daniella just got discharged from hospital. James took her home. Seeing her with a broken leg and a broken arm breaks my heart. Once again, my heart is broken. Love is pointless.

"Bruce!" My mind snapped out of it's misery to pay attention to the Colonel.

He doesn't look or sound happy. He's carrying a brown envelop in his hands.

I stood up at once. "Colonel."

"You have five minutes to confess or I will drive my fists through your face until your mother won't recognize you. Clock is ticking. Talk."

Confess?

What's the confession?

I can only think of one thing I have done wrong in the last couple of weeks and I'm too ashamed to say it out loud. I can't tell the Colonel that! But if I don't, he will see his threat through. He is the kind of father who gives two verbal warnings before he smacks the stupidi out of his children.