Chase Me

31

Alteo

I stared at the man seated in front of me; the man I once respected, looked up to. Now all I felt towards him was rage. How one man could set out to destroy my life was quite ironic because people could say the same statement about myself.

His eyes were covered with white gauze and his face looked sunken in. He seemed as if he was on the verge of death but fighting against his faith.

He clears his throat, turning his head to face me "did you get rid of the girl?" He broke the deafening silence that was brewing.

"I wouldn't be here if I hadn't"

He smirked looking pleased. He reached searching for my hands. He found them and rested his on mine. I let him.

"What was the point of you turning your back on your family? What was so special about her?"

"Forget her. Tell me why you had me attacked?"

He squeezed my hands. Playing his game was harder than I anticipated. His close encounter with death seemed to have changed him. He wasn't his ignorant self and that made me pity him. I hated him touching me but I needed him to think that I'm on his side. He introduced other players into this arena and this was the only way to find out who exactly they were.

"That was never my intention but you left me no choice. All you had to do was leave her and marry Stephanie. Do you not expect the family to grow its power son?"

I pulled my hands from his and reached for my gun. I was ready to blow his fucking brains out but I needed to remember the end goal. I reached back up and clenched my fists. I hit the table which caused him to flinch. He quickly hid his fear into a poker face.

"Do you think you can get rid of every woman that comes into my life?" I genuinely asked.

"You already have a woman picked out for you" he spat. The man I saw as my father was slowly making an appearance. I no longer had an ounce of pity for him. At this point his death sentence was inevitable. I would surely make sure of it. If not within a few seconds then a few days. I just needed my intel.

I stood up and leaned over to talk into his ear. I sensed him tensing, unsure of what my next move would be "You mean the woman that you and your men fucked and tried to get me to father that bastard child?"

I'm certain he did not know that I knew the truth but what's hidden in the dark always had a way of coming to the light as they say.

I moved away from him and poured my self a glass of whiskey.

I took a sip of the brown liquid before sitting, facing him once more.

"You were always fucking Stephanie, but she couldn't marry you so the plan was to pawn her off to me, wasn't it? Do you really think I'd marry a whore in the name of family"

I poured him a glass and shoved it to his hand. He held it cautiously before drinking it. I doubt he'd think I'd poison him, he knew he had information that I needed.

He laughed dryly, "She is honestly worth something, I couldn't have married her even if I wanted to, I was supposed to be grieving"

"Honestly, father, I could care less between what happen with you and Stephanie. What I can't get past is that you impregnated her and told me to man up and take care of it. Last I heard of it it was dead I guess someone else got to it before I did" I mimicked his laugh.

He swallowed the remainder of the liquor with a hardened expression. What seemed like regret plastered his face for a brief second but that was masked by him tapping on his glass . I abided to his request and filled his glass once more. I laughed to myself as he put the glass to his mouth desperately taking a gulp.