Detecting Love (ENEMIES TO LOVERS-DETECTIVES)

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝟏𝟎: 𝓕𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 (𝓐𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷)

I couldn't be in the interrogation room a second longer I needed to get out.

I walk out of the department, out to the cold.

It's quiet and it's only me out. I reach for my packet of cigarettes and light it.

The smoke fills me, and I exhale and watch as the smoke is carried by the slight breeze, it twirls and spreads out slowly until it fades away.

When Branko said my brother's name. It hit me hard, the feeling was like a punch to the throat, stifling my breath, rendering me speechless.

My brother is planning to kill our father, and its got my mind spinning with so many questions. How long has be in this gang and planning this? What's he aiming for? And why the hell does he want dad gone?

I'm stuck clueless on what to do, and it wont make me feel better calling father, neither is it an option. We ended things on very bad terms and I haven't heard from him for fifteen years. He doesn't even know where I am or if I'm alive. Hate's not what it is; and I will never know what it is because I got tired trying to figure it out. My family's proud flag did not wave in sync with what I wanted to do, who I wanted to become. We never saw eye to eye, and it just made us blind as the years went on.

The King legacy loomed large, casting a weighty shadow over my childhood. From the moment I could walk, I was groomed to carry forward the mantle of Nathaniel King, a corporation woven into our family's history.

My father, a formidable guardian of our esteemed lineage, held fast to the traditions etched in our legacy. The King Diamond corporation, founded by my great-great-grandfather, had withstood the passing of time, each generation pouring their sweat and spirit into its foundations. As the heir apparent, my father had already scripted my destiny, one that mirrored his own and those before him.

I felt the weight of my family's legacy pressing in on me, despite my reverence for our heritage, the thought of being tethered to the family business suffocated my aspirations.

At 18, my father's plans to pluck me from school echoed his own sacrifice for the family. He believed it was the path destined for me, yet my mother stood fiercely against it. Her love, empathy, and boundless generosity were a stark contrast to my father's expectations.

She was the beacon in my life, the guiding light that shaped me into the person I had become. Her opposition to my father's plans sparked a conflict that defined my journey, torn between duty and the pursuit of my own dreams.

For as long as I can remember my father and mothers marriage was complicated. Even with the amount of money, it still couldn't help their marriage. My mother came from a prestigious lineage, yet her family yearned for more, seeking to merge with another affluent household. The arrangement they struck was of her sacrifice for the sake of our family's status, binding her to my father.

The endless loop of life I've witnessed since childhood feels like it's etched into my very being. It's like I've been programmed to follow suit, to tread the same path. I'll end up controlling a business I don't care for, marrying someone I barely know, consumed by work, having kids I'll hardly see amidst the grind. And then, I'll pass this cycle onto them, expecting them to carry it forward, while I toil away until retirement, anticipating my children to step in and repeat the pattern.

Maybe I'm being dramatic, if i follow into my fathers footsteps i could effortlessly become successful and have everything resting beneath my feet. Yet, my fathers continued work for the last 30 years have exhausted opportunities and all this time it has lead to more greed and ignorance.

I knew I wanted something more in my life, something to give and not just have for the taking. I tried many things, worked at countless jobs yet nothing seemed promising than working for the FBI and here I am now.