Stranger

ch24

When you get a second chance at something, don't fuck it up.

This is the attitude I have while walking the hall to my fathers office. I got a second chance at my friendship with Evie, she gave me a second chance and there was no fucking way in hell that I was going to take it for granted.

Things had been on my mind for a week now, different opinions and thoughts. Ever since Pat had called me with his discovery information, I couldn't go a day without my fucking thoughts drifting to that fucker that was her family. 

And then, I find out he never was her family. I should have really jumped from joy right there and then. But, the situation was uncalled for something like that and I wasn't going to act like a fucking jerk to Evie.

What I was going to do though, like I had already planned, was to get to the bottom of this fucking mess. There were things I knew and things I needed to know. I knew that Roger was a demon and that he has worked with my father, but I didn't know anything more on this. That's why I am here today. 

I had wanted to come and have a chat with my father the minute Evie left last night, but I didn't want to seem too impatient and have Michael become suspicious. I needed to fucking slap his face with the shit he pulled on me and for that I needed to be fully composed. 

Reaching his door, I straighten my jacket as I crack my neck from side to side. Time to cut the crap of his games. 

"Balthazar."-he widens his eyes when he sees me on his doorstep. Without a greeting, I walk straight inside, the door shutting loudly behind me. "What a surprise."-he says with a smirk as he stands up.

"Is it though?"-I ask, sporting an evil grin. "You mean to tell me that your fucking spies didn't inform you on this?" His eyes narrow for a fraction.

"Why are you here?" I chuckle at him as I pull a chair and drop down on it.

"Can't I come for a chat?"-I ask in sarcasm while he sits down on his seat again, his stance in high alert. 

My father wasn't very much around during my coming of age stage, but he still knew me to an extant. He knew me well enough to know that when I get sarcastic and playful, shit will blow the fuck up. Whenever I was in this mood, the events would turn a 360 and I'd be the one on top as a winner. 

That's why he was careful around me right now. Also because no one knew I was here. It's entertaining how he shows signs of fear like this. 

"Cut the crap Balthazar."-he snaps as he leans back.

"Since you ask so nicely."-I say leaning forwards. "But before I start,"-I say raising a finger, "is there something you think you want to admit? To get off your chest?"-I ask arching an eyebrow and he smirks.

"Nothing that comes to mind right now."-he says coolly.

"So, the fact that you fucking lied to my face about Evie's identity and then lying some more by saying that she fucking worked for you is not something that comes to mind to you right now?"-I ask flatly as I watch his eyes open up a fraction more, not too much, but enough to give me the sign that I have hit the right spot. 

I lean back on my chair, placing my foot on top of my knee as I let my arms rest on the sides. 

"What did you fucking think? That I was going to kill her? That I would act on impulse and end her life?"-I chuckle crudely. "Do you think I reached my level of reputation by acting on things the moment someone tells me something? Without giving it a good thought? Without doing my own research?" 

I wait for him to answer something as I look at him with an arched eyebrow, but he keeps quiet, his eyes analyzing me, reading me and finding out if I was bluffing or speaking the truth.