Theif 3

Chapter 15

Before I could make it out of the door Conall stops me, telling me to wait.

I look at him waiting for him to explain his reasoning.

"I need to get something from my office." He says as he walks at a normal pace to the door, and for him, that was pretty quick.

He goes into the same room where I found Babe being held hostage and was back within thirty seconds with a medium sized wrapped box in his hand, another on top. He walks to me, slowly his steps turn into a stand, right before me.

Without a word, looking directly in my eyes, he pushes the two boxes into my grasp. I break the stares, looking down at the boxes.

Presants? Are you kidding me? What am I? Twelve?

"What is it?" I ask.

"It's for Wesley." he answers.

I'm slightly surprised, I thought they were for me. Whether they're for me or not, I'm still not flattered.

I push the boxes back towards him, but his hands do not grasp it.

"Wesley has everything he needs." I tell him. "I make sure of it."

He takes a step back, distancing himself from the items. "I insist."

Again, there is a gaze that we share before I raise the boxes upward, pressing my ear to each, listening for anything unusual.

He give a me a look showing that he found what I was doing to be odd. "What are you--."

"Being a dad."

This man may be my father, but he isn't only that. He is the leader of one of the biggest mafia's in the entire world, and he just invited me to be a part of his gang, and I turned him down. Who knows, maybe he could have put a bomb in this box. I don't want to find out after my son opens this.

I shake them.

"You mind if I throw these at a wall or something?" I ask casually.

He raises his hand in an inviting way, almost encouraging it.

Obviously, it's not a bomb.

I nod. "Goodnight, Conall." I say.

"Goodnight, Hamilton."

He walks past me, opening the door.

I exit, holding the boxes a little more tightly. I turn just as the door was about to shut. "Hey, Conall?"

The door opens again, almost instantly. He stares at me intently, with his eyebrows raised and mouth slightly open, waiting for me to speak. Finally, I do..

"It's Nash."

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Next day

Last night after I left Conall's, I immediately went to go pick up Wesley.

I'll admit it, I was tired after I left and I was just going to leave Wes to stay the night at Cameron's, but I knew that it's not what Babe would have done. Being a parent, let alone being a single one, is difficult.

I think Stella and Cameron really wore Wesley out. I still feel bad because I feel like I made Wes crash their date night, but they seemed not to mind. When I got there they were all having a pillow fight, and it was really late then so it's no surprise that Wesley has yet to wake up. It's about eleven in the afternoon.I find it odd that I'm up now. Usually I sleep in until the afternoon, and I was up and down all night last night. I don't know what is wrong with me.