Reverie Dyad

Chapter 9

Cole POV:

It took everything in me to not bash his head in when I saw him on my way up the stairs to Iris's workplace. I mean he has some nerve to buy my girlfriend the company let alone have the nerve to talk to her as if he has any right to after what he did.

I was lenient that day I saw him with Iris, I told myself Iris calls the shots not me. So, I distanced myself while they talked, and I shut up. The guy seems really fucking off and I don't want him anywhere near Iris so like any good boyfriend I took things upon myself.

Climbing out of the car, I tuck my gun into my suit pants and slam the car door. The noise echoes making the birds in the tree squawk as they fly away. Looking at this fucking creepy cabin again I grimace knowing this is the place he kept Iris in. With a sigh, I walk up to the place, and I climb onto the porch stairs each board creaking with my weight on it.

Finally stopping at the door, I press my hand against it to knock but the door creaks open. Pushing it open I find him perched against the back of his couch facing me with a rifle in his hand pressed against his chest.

"Hee yaw howdy there partner what do I owe thou tumbleweed spinning cowboy boot, hat wearing and bull rider today's meet and greet" he smirks using the worst and the most exaggerated southern accent I have ever heard in my life. And that just pisses me off even more.

"You have some fucking nerve buying my girl that company," I say getting straight into business not wanting to play his game and he chuckles.

"Yeah, well I gotta plant my seeds somehow," he says, and I snarl what the fuck does this prick mean by that.

"Fuck you" I spat my patience wearing thin. Pulling my gun out I point it at him. I should shoot him since his a fucking ghost anyway. No birth certificate. No ID. Nothing but empty paper trails that have nothing to do about him but more about his mother. Iris told me he told her his name was Reid and I'm starting to think that's all bullshit.

"What are going to do with that little thing," he says cocking his head at my gun.

I almost feel bad. I grew up in a family with military sergeants, cops, and lawyers so not only do I have and know my way with guns and the law I have cops on my payroll that could make this man disappear and possibly list him as a US threat in that way there's no place on this earth he could possibly go without my knowledge.

"Well damn, who would have thought" he whispers in awe as he looks at me with this mad glint in his eye.

"Billy here has an evil streak to him," he says and then lets out a chuckle that unnerves me, but I scowl cocking the gun at him and flicking off the safety.

"Cole Rivers," he says standing and walking over towards me. He stops in front of me, the nozzle of the gun presses close to his chest. This guy is fucking crazy. He maintains eye contact with me, and he grins. How the fuck does he even know my name.

"The millionaire tech genius. Son to Lieutenant Barnard Rivers and lawyer now Judge Martha Rivers. The golden boy of Orange County initially from a small town not so far from Louisiana but left due to a minor hiccup of bringing a gun to school due to bullies forcing your hand to retaliate" he says shocking me that I stumble back my gun falling at my side. How could he know that? The story was buried forgotten an old folktale told by those bitter about it but other than that how.

"Who the fuck are you" I growl in disbelief.

"Nobody really," he says shrugging. His features change from amused to stern quickly and he glares at me.

"What brings you here I don't like people trespassing on my property" he seethes and now it's my turn to be amused.

"Well, you see this property is listed to a Gwen Landry so that would make you Reid Landry, but you seem to be nowhere on the database. Even the name you bought the company with is all in different little names but no Reid Landry. So, I'm starting to think your either FBI, CIA, or a hitman" I say knowing that I got him but instead, he grins.