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29. He Knows - Xavier

"I'm glad you came." My father patted my shoulder and motioned toward a seat at the dining room table. I hesitantly took a seat and took a deep breath. There was so much tension in the room that it could be cut with a knife. I didn't want to be there but I didn't think I had much of a choice. He texted me at one in the morning telling me to meet him at his apartment in Brooklyn. So I snuck out of the loft, careful not to wake Charli from her slumber. When I got here, I realized that he lived in the same neighborhood that Charli's mother stayed in. It was a little coincidental.

I had just recently found out who exactly my father was. Bobby Dylan Grant. But others knew him as just B.Dee. He told me everything one evening over dinner with my mother and I. And honestly, it pissed me the fuck off to know that my mom hid it from me for all those years. And I hated that we were living off of his drug money. Knowing that the reason he wasn't around much was because he was busy with his "business" made me sick to my stomach. How could he think all of that shit was more important than his family?

"Yeah, well you're lucky that I even showed. I suggest you start talking before I change my mind." I sunk into the seat. I don't really know where I got my bold personality from. My mother was always outspoken but cautious at the same time. And my dad was more of a quiet but deadly kind of guy. I however, was rudely sarcastic, maybe a bit moody, and I definitely knew how to push people's buttons. All things I learned on my own I guess. So sometimes, I would push buttons just to find out how far I could get. Kind of like I was doing with my father right now.

"I know this is hard on you, X. But I-"

"Like you give a damn." I mumbled under my breath. When I looked up at my father, I noticed the frustration building behind his dark brown eyes. I couldn't push him too far and I knew it. I definitely wasn't going to try after finding out the shit he's done.

"Don't talk over me." He added bass to his voice and hardened his eyes. At least I know where I got that from. I pressed my lips together and sighed. I folded my arms and sat back in my chair. I opened my ears for him to continue. "You get that from your mother, that damn smart mouth." He took a seat across from me and examined my face. I knew that I looked exactly like my mom and he knew it too. "She wants a divorce." He said quietly. There was a hint of regret in his eyes but not enough to make me pity him.

"Can't blame her." I responded with confidence. His lips curled into a frown and he broke eye contact with me. He was deep in thought for a moment and I was getting impatient. I cleared my throat, bringing him back to reality. "What did you call me here for?" I asked, finally. His smirk came back.

"I need you to join me, Xavier." He had a hint of excitement in his tone. That's when I realized that the nigga was a little crazy. If he thought for a second that I would be a part of his little lifestyle, he had another thing coming.

"Hell no." I said chuckling with humor. He hardened his expression and looked me in my eyes. He had an agenda and I had no idea what it was. Either way, I wanted nothing to do with it.

"You think you have a choice?" He asked rhetorically. I stood silent, wondering what was going through his mind. Was he planning on forcing me to join him? If so, that's a new low. "Tell you what... If you join me, I'll leave little Charli out of this." I nearly choked at the sound of her name. My muscles tensed up and I couldn't stand to hear it. How the hell did he even know about her? And what would he do to her if I denied his offer? "I'm surprised that she didn't tell you. I expected her to break the promise she gave to me." He said when he noticed my reaction. His smile was smug and I wanted to jump at him right then and there but I had to control myself.

"Tell me what?" I asked, clenching my fists. It was hard for me to believe that they had any kind of contact. What was said? And why didn't she tell me?

"I had a talk with her not too long ago. We agreed not to tell you about my actions. She sure knows how to keep her word." He laughed. My blood was heating and my heart was beating against my chest. How could she lie to me? All this time she was asking me about my father but she knew exactly who he was. I even told her how much I wanted to know bout him and she still kept it from me. I started to wonder what else she was keeping from me.

"You won't touch her." I demanded with bass in my voice. Even though I was feeling an outstanding amount of anger toward Charli, I'd be damned if he laid a finger on her. I stood up from my seat, ready to walk out. He remained seating comfortably.

"You're right. But all you have to do is take me up on my offer." He asked one more time. I kept silent, my jaw ticking. What was I supposed to do? The last thing I wanted to do was be my father. But I refused to let Charli get hurt. And it seemed to me like my father wasn't the type of guy to let a threat slip away. "You remind me of myself, Xavier. I was just like you at your age; overly passionate, stubborn, and naive. But I grew out of that... You will too." He finished. I couldn't stand to hear one more word. With that, I walked out and headed back to my loft. Now, my concern was how I was supposed to talk to Charli about this.

This is the first chapter that I've written that's from Xavier's point of view. There will be a few more before the book is over. What do you guys think of what's happening? And what do you think he's gonna say to Charli?