Is This Enough ||MxM || Lgbtq+ [ON Hiatus]

Chapter 17

Blair's P.O.V

"Your secret is safe with me Chad." I said before concluding our conversation. I found myself rolling my eyes in frustration. Geez, why do guys get so attached? This was his third call this week asking me about the wager. Did he not realise that I had other things to be doing? Not everyone had the luxury of being able to go play polo during their weekends.

I arose from my desk and made my way to the basement where my team of workers was engaged in the task of pinpointing politicians, affluent aristocrats, and any individual who took advantage of the helpless.

As I walked away towards the rear office, I tapped gently on a door before entering. Inside, I found Quinton sunk deep in a chair, studying a pile of documents with a look of exasperation on his face.

My fingers lingered on his shoulder, softly kneading the tension away. "Have we tracked down my father yet, baby?" I asked with eager anticipation. He was my most trusted confidant, my protector, my companion, and of course, my lover.

He shifted his gaze away from the pile of paperwork in front of him and met my eyes, responding with a determined assurance "No, not yet, but we're getting closer. It's only a matter of time."

"Great, keep at it. We can't let him continue his corrupt ways." I said before pulling out his chair and plopping down on his lap. The flowing strands of his dark, long dreadlocks hung down his face, framing his deep, chocolate-coloured eyes. His nose piercing, which I had to talk him into getting, glinted in the light.

He appeared to be troubled, inquiring, "What about Vinicius? Have you taken care of him?"

I grinned smugly as I declared, "Yep, that's all sorted now."

"Look, I get that you're angry about your father's actions, but you need to be careful. You're playing with fire here. You should bring Vinicius in before going after your father."

"I appreciate your concern, but I know what I'm doing. Vinicius is the appetiser, and my dad is the entree. You can't have an entree without a starter, can you? Taking down my father is still my priority. He's the one responsible for so much suffering."

My actions straddle the line between chaotic malevolence and a warped idea of being just. The destitute saw me as their last chance, a beacon of assurance in the face of seemingly unbeatable odds.

He released a deep breath of air, aware that I was not going to be dissuaded. "Just keep in mind that taking down a crooked politician is a completely different ballgame. Make sure you have all your moves planned out, or you might get burned."

"Don't worry babe. I've been planning this for a long time. I won't let anything go wrong." I kissed his cheek, "I'll leave you too it."

I walked out, closing the door on my way. As I stepped out into the garden, a smirk of satisfaction spread across my face. The bird feeder, which seemed out of place among the shadows that surrounded me, hung from a strong branch. I carefully filled it with food for the birds, who, despite their delicate frames, were drawn to me like moths to a flame.

I observed them with a complex blend of envy and disdain. They seemed to have achieved the serenity I desired, living out seemingly effortless lives. A fleeting look of longing crossed my face, one that exposed a vulnerability that I rarely showed. I yearned to be part of their liberty, to be able to fly freely, free from the intricacies of my own identity.

And then, with a sudden shift in demeanour, my expression hardened. "Enjoy your meal, my little feathered friends," I said with a hint of irony, "But be aware, it's a cruel world out there and only the strongest will prevail."

My speech attested to the shroud of darkness that had enveloped my spirit, a reflection of the values that had been instilled in me since my early years. In my universe, brutality was the way to gain respect and authority was its eventual outcome. All of us had a tiny sliver of evil deep down which could expand if we nourished it. Let's just say that I gave mine an abundance of sustenance.

I appreciate you taking the time to read this chapter. We were able to gain some insight into the motivations behind Blair's behaviour. I'd love to hear your thoughts on it.

This is Blair