A Fathers Love ⭐️

Chapter 1

"Today we are here to lay Tessa Richardson in the ground. She was survived by her daughter Jules Richardson." The officiant said. I stood there just staring at the casket. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and it was my best from Alice. She had been my rock through this whole thing. I didn't hear anything else the officiant said, and I didn't care, I wrote his damn speech anyway. I painted my mother as the saint she was at least to me.

She was a single mother from the moment I was born. She knew who my father was, she would never tell me, and she left his name off my birth certificate, I knew this because I looked as a child wanting to know where I came from.

"Jules, it's time." Alice said and I sighed knowing I had to lay my rose on the casket. I looked at the rose in my hand and I walked up to the casket and laid the flower on the casket and then rested my hand on the top.

"I love you mom." I whispered and then walked back to where I had been as everyone else laid their roses down. Soon the casket was being lowered into the ground and I just watched it go down. I looked up at one point in time and looked at the small crowd in attendance and sighed seeing all of her friends. I looked in the back of the crowd and I saw 3 people I had never seen before. They were never around, I had no clue who they were, but they didn't look like good guys at all. I watched them as they all seemed to watch me. I turned sightly to Alice.

"Those 3 guys in the back. You ever seen them around?" I whispered and she looked at them.

"No...never. You haven't?" Alice asked and I shook my head.

"Nope, never." I said. The casket was fully lowered, and everyone started coming up to me giving their condolences. I smiled sadly at everyone and accepted their kind words. Once everyone was gone the three guys from the back were also gone and nowhere in sight.

Alice walked me to her car since I rode with her, and she gave me a ride home. The ride was silent, which was because of me. I watched out the window the entire time. Once we got to my house, I just looked at the front door knowing when I went in, she wouldn't be there.

Mom lived with me once she got sick knowing she couldn't live alone or take care of herself. I was working at one of the top accounting firms in California but had to take a leave of absence to take care of her. Now that she was gone, I didn't know what I was going to do. I knew work would have to come back into play since I was going to need money to start covering bills and everything. Mom's life insurance didn't cover much but the funeral.

Alice walked me in the house, and I sighed seeing all her medical stuff still in the living room.

"I need to call the medical supply company to come pick everything up." I said and Alice sighed.

"You can take a couple of days..." Alice said, and I shook my head as I grabbed the file from the table where everything was laid out to get ready for the funeral.

"I don't want to look at it anymore. I cant look at it anymore." I said and Alice sighed. She took the folder from me and then took out her cellphone.

"I'll call, why don't you go rest." She said and I groaned.

"I don't want to rest...why do people think resting is always going to help?" I asked and she shook her head.

"Why do you have to be fucking difficult? Can you please go lay down and I will bring you some food later?" Alice asked and I shook my head.

"I'm sorry no, I got too much to do." I said and she sighed.

I sat down and started going through everything. No time as good as the present.

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I was sitting at the kitchen table the next afternoon after making me a simple lunch and going over some more paperwork getting everything squared away. I tried to go into work that morning, but my boss gave me the rest of the week off. I hated sitting at home.

I was looking through my mom's bank statement and noticed once a month for the past year she was getting money wired into her account and I never understood where it was coming from. She had a nice stockpile of cash, and I wasn't sure what was happening.

As I was about to call the bank and get information, I heard some motorcycles pulled up outside. I looked out the window and I didn't see them at all, so I figured they were down the road somewhere. As I went back to dial the number there was a knock on the door. I kept my phone in my hand in case I needed to call 9-1-1 and get help.

I opened the door and I saw a man standing there. He had black short curly hair, a goatee, white t-shirt, biker vest and blue jeans. His eyes were dark, but they were the same eyes I saw looking back at me in the mirror everyone morning.

"Can I help you?" I asked. I noticed the other two bikers standing just off the porch.

"Jules Richardson?" The man asked.

"Yes?" I asked.

"You certainly have grown up since the last time I saw you." He said and I just looked at him.

"Who are you? I saw you at the funeral yesterday, but you didn't come up to me afterwards." I said.

"I didn't think it would be the best place to hash some things out." He said and I just looked at him.

"Hash what things out?" I asked.

"Jules, there are somethings I need to explain to you about your life that I need you to listen to." The guy said and I huffed a laugh.

"You make it sounds like you the FBI here with a secret mission or something." I said and I huffed a laugh.

"She has the attitude." The one guy from the yard said and I looked at him. I went back to the man standing in front of me.

"Not the FBI, Jules. My name is Alexander Trager. This is going to be easy to say but I'm your dad." Alexander said and I just stood there looking at him.