Question for this chapter:
Max or Michael?
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Third person
Max tapped his fingers on the arms of the leather couch as he watched the sun slowly rise. In exactly forty-eight hours from now he'll be at another hotel, in another suit, with all his brothers helping him get ready for an up and coming life changing event.
Soon he'll be walking down the aisle with his right arm linked to the future Mrs. Maxwell Thompson. He'll smile for the photographer who's kneeling at the end of the satin runway. He'll receive kisses on his cheeks from his new in-laws. He'll smile for them. He'll look down at his knew wife and kiss her lips like he means it.
He'll be unhappy.
Protesting against the wedding and running away to the airport ran through Max's mind. Of course it did. He had the funds to just go to DC with the clothes on his back. Max wanted to make amends with the mother of his child and actually create a bond with his son. But he had to stay away from them to keep them secure. Marrying a woman who he only liked some of the time was a small price to pay for their safety.
He picked up the wine glass from the end table, only to put it to his lip and find it empty.
"You know what's funny?" He stood up drunkenly, looking at his reflection in floor to ceiling window. "Javier probably doesn't even care for you. I mean you hardly came around. Hey, in a few months he probably went remember anything about you. Oh and Tahny? You could be marrying her if you had the balls to dump Olivia- but no!" He wagged his finger at the mirrored image. "You're to much of a bitch your own self to even stand up to your bitch ass father. You're just as bad as he is."
Max sat back down in the chair but stood back up as another thought came to his mind.
"And you know what else is funny about you? You didn't make Tahny give up the baby." He laughed. "But as soon as Olivia told you that she was pregnant you didn't stop her from getting that abortion."
Max sat down. "We were 19 what was I supposed to do?"
He stood again. "Stop being a fuck nigga and take care of YOUR responsibilities."
He sat down. "I wasn't ready to be a father!"
He stood. "Oh but you were ready to be father now? You would've rather have killed a baby that you would've had with your future wife... But instead you'd rather half-ass take care of a baby with a complete stranger? How's that-"
"I don't love Olivia!" He threw the glass to the floor. "I never loved her. I tried to convince myself that I did. But I don't even know if I love myself... I had a family that actually cared for me and I let them slip away... And you know what's so crazy about that? I don't want Javier to ever see him again. I'm a horrible person. I've been cheating on Olivia since I was seventeen. You think Tahny and Olivia are the only women I've fucked? I'm surrounded by beautiful woman in my office building all day. You know Carmen? My assistant? I've broken her back to many times to count. She's probably the one who deleted all those e-mails from my computer. I had to cut her off since she started acting like she wanted more than just benefits. She's been acting funny towards me ever since." He picked up the half finished wine bottle and started taking it to the head.
All the security Emiliano put around Max had went down to the hotel's early beard breakfast thinking he wouldn't be up till late. There was no one to stop him. He was gonna drink all his problems away even if it killed him.
The rising sun lightened up his reflection on the window till it disappeared.
"Well it was nice talking to you buddy." Max took the last sip before struggling to his feet. He looked at his reflection on the bottle. "Buddy I thought you left?" He opened the fridge and saw a little bottles of Jameson. "Jack-fuckin-pot." He took all three and the near empty wine bottle before going to the balcony. "I'm gonna drink all of you." He slowly slid the door open and put his feet on the cold concrete.
"Now this... This a view." He fell back on the maroon lounge chair and put all the bottles in his lap. "I almost took my life once." He said to the wine bottle as he put it on the chair next to him. He faced the Mascato label away from him so he could look at his reflection. "Yeah I know right? How could I try to take my life away when there was so much to life to live for? There isn't actually. I went to Paris, Dubai, Spain, Italy, Rome, Scotland, I've been to 42 states, I've done it all, seen it all. I have luxury cars that won't come out for another few years. I've had sex with someone of the hottest women on this planet. And through all of that I'm unhappy. I was unhappy through it all. Maybe I'm just being dramatic."
Max opened the first bottle of Jameson and held it up. "Cheers." He tossed the bottle back and drunk it down before he could take his next breath. He wiped his tingling lips. "Whoa that shit sucks."
He finished the first bottle and cracked the seal on the next one. "You now... I should stop feeling sorry for myself. If I would've just kept my dick in my pants my life would be so much easier. There would be no hiding my double life. I wouldn't have to worry about my son growing up to be my age and hating me like I hate my father. I always talk big shit about my father not caring for me and not being there, but here I am doing the same thing to my own son. So am I right for judging my farther? Im just like his ass." Max began to laugh at the realization. "I'm not bettet than him at all. Aaah, that shit is hilarious. When I was a kid I used to pray to God every night, begging him, asking him, to make sure I don't end up like my dad." He pinched the bridge of his nose as his laughing continued. "I guess I wasted my breath, huh?"
Max squinted his eyes as the sun peaked through the clouds. He put the bottles in the other chair as he heard hotel room phone ringing from inside. He walked to the kitchen and picked the phone up from the base.
"Who is this?"
"Where is the girl Maxxy?" His father's raspy voice came through tge receiver.
Max temperature began to rise instantly. "You don't need to worry about her."
"Very good. I guess you're trying to get back on my good side?" Max kept quite feeling no need to respond. "I know you don't understand me hijo but one day you will. It'll all make since when you're damn near 60, on a two million dollar yacht, with a bunch of gorgeous woman around you, and a bright smile on your face. Then you'll understand, my boy. You'll be living the good life. I promise you that. Take my w-"
Max ended the call before throwing his phone to the ground with an angry groan.
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Emiliano listened to the sounds of the call ending and put his phone on the glass end table next to him.
"Sir the chef said your steak is almost done." The tall thin waitress said as she sauntered over to him.
"Thank Celina, tell George I'll be there in a second." He stood up on the deck of his boat as he looked down at the woman tanning below him.
"How could Maxwell pass this up?" He put his sunglasses up from his face to the top of his head. "This could all be his, stupid boy."
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