Theif 3

Chapter 21

As I drove on the road, I can't get Babe off my mind. For almost a week ago I was stressing out, hoping that when she came home she would be calm and forgiving of my actions, but now, here I am stressing out because that's exactly what is happening.

Why is she not yelling at me? Why is she not crying? Why hasn't she left?

Guilt is a terrible feeling.

I pull into the drive way. Up the steps. I look at the man.

"Mr.Grier." He says before opening the door.

That still is weird.

I enter the house unlike usual, someone was in the entrance room. In fact there are three, one of which I knew. One of the men noticed me.

Suddenly the man snatched something up from his waist, pointing the device in my direction. "Put you hands where I can see them! State your name and business!" He yelled.

One of the men almost pulled out his gun too until he recognized that the last of the three didn't.

"Can you see them?" I asked showing him the back of my hands before showing my palms. "Good." I say shoving them in my pockets. "Now I go by many names, I go by boyfriend, father, Nash," I put my fingers to my chin as if I were thinking hard, "What was that last one? Oh yeah, Conall Horan's son."

The man with the gun in his hand, looked befuddled. "What?" He whispered.

Niall smacked him in the back of the head. "That's my brother ya idiot! Have you not been paying attention? You're lucky it was me and not my father this time, he would have killed you on the spot."

The man's gun was now pointed to the floor. He held a confused expression, "Sir, when we went over the papers to find all of Mr.Horan's children, they said he had one son. You would be that son."

The guy received another smack in the head. "One son to find! Why would we be doing research about me when I'm right here?"

"I'm sorry sir--"

"Not another word. I'll deal with you later." Niall says shaking his head, and rubbing his temple. "I need you two to go check if any of my sister's have responded to the letters. If they have complete individual documents for all of them. Include the basics like their names, age, where their from, etcetera. Then find out their interest. Like their favorite food, or drinks. You think you can handle that?"

"Yes sir, yes sir. Right away." The idiot replies before scattering away with his partner.

Finally I was with Niall on my own. Although for a minute I think he wasn't there, mentally at least.

He paused, again holding his temple with his eyes closed. He nodded his head as if he were doing a mental checklist.

When he was done, it was then that he looked up at me. "How are you brother?"

"Fine." I say, looking around like I've never seen the place. I mean it has only been a couple times anyway. "What's going on?"

"Well I've been planning for that family dinner all day today so father could do some business work today. Trust me, I'd much rather be doing that." He chuckles. "Oh God! I almost forgot about father." He panics walking down the hall past the stairs.

I follow.

"You will be attending the dinner, yes?" He says as he paces to where ever we're going.

"I told Conall I wouldn't." I say with an annoyed tone because I know Conall already told him that.

"Yes, I know, but you will still be going." He puts his hand up to my chest, signaling for me to stop walking.

He puts his finger up to a pad on the wall.

"What makes you so sure?" I ask.

"Beep beep." The door says before opening.

"Someone please do a call check on father, and if he doesn't reply, have someone tell me immediately!" Niall yells into the room.

I tried to peep into the room, but before I could, Niall's thumb was on the pad and the door closed.

"I'm so sure, Nash, because if you didn't want to go to the dinner, you wouldn't be here." We start to walk again, back towards the entrance of the house.