Storm (interracial)

Chapter 25 Cyclone

So my empire, my legacy, my everything is what they are after. I thought about everything that my newfound father shared with me. I understand that she was was pissed but to intentionally sabotage my empire like this, I couldn't quite fathom. The lives that were lost because of her anger. Why not just get straight to the point and kill me? Surely there is a much better and effective method to bring me down. This plan of theirs is just over kill. They had to know that this would be lengthy and it left more room for plan to be discovered. They underestimated me and if there is one thing that I hate it is that. Right now I have no idea what I will do but when I will react let's just say that it will be the Storm of the century. Pun intended.

"I know what troubles but what are you thinking? My father inquired.

"Exactly what where they thinking about when they thought of this. They had to know that it would not work."

"I think this plan was more impulse than it was thought out. It looks to me that they went with the first thought that came to mind. I will not lie though they had you fooled and they would have succeeded but they didn't known that I was your trump card. And if they did they most definitely underestimated me. But never fear I haven't taken them lightly. I have a backup plan for my my backup's backup plan. "

"Old man you cease to amaze me." What would I do without you?"

"Die"

"Must you be so blunt and mean when you say things."

"Yes, and you need to toughen up. Your other father made you a little soft. You have my spirit and its there but he somehow instilled his tinker bell ways in you. I hate it just to let you know."

"And opinionated to."

"I know who I am. I don't need you analyzing me. The real issue is if you know who you are although it is apparent that you don't so I suggest you analyze that."

I actually listened and tried to analyze who I really am.   I'd become passive and for to trusting cause I under any other circumstances would not have let this slip right by me.  But I guess it's true what they say that every dog does have their day.  There was no way that I would be making a habit of it. No way no sir.  But all in all I did indeed need to contemplate over the last few months.  Game on.

I dropped of Marco, my dad something that I would have to get used to, at a bed and breakfast not to far from the cabin. We bid each other a good night and went our separate ways. As I pulled into the driveway to the cabin I pulled the veil back over my eyes and got to play the game they started and I would finish. I got out of the car perfecting the facade in my mind. There was no room for failure. I opened the door to cabin to be welcomed to the smell of garlic, basil, tomatoes, and other spices.

"Storm baby where are you? I've missed you so much." I said while hanging my coat on the coat rack. There was a moment before she responded.

"Babe I'm here in the kitchen helping Anna Clara. Come here we want you to taste this sauce. I think it's missing something."

I walked toward the kitchen preparing myself of Oscar performance. "Sure thing. At your service." Once I got in I went straight towards the wooden spoon the was awaiting me. I tasted the sauce and it was the divine. I took Storm in my arms and kissed her passionately. I didn't even trust them to taste the sauce without suspicion. If I was going to be poisoned so was she even if she's pregnant with my baby. I really would hate that but I would have no choice. I really need her to go full term. I really want this baby. I really wanted us but you can't have everything you want in life.