Strange Love

You'll regret this

Vincent's POV

When I saw Carlton's face as I settled in the car, my anger raged and my mind was in a world of hate and great provocation.

"What are you doing here?" I looked at Carlton, but my father interrupted my fierce dialogue. The traffic moved on and I was off in a car with a man that is supposed to be my enemy.

"Told you he knew who you were," My father spoke to Carlton and left me kicking back my temptation to take my gun out of my coat and leave my mark of victory. Carlton turned to my view and I kept a straight face. There was no way I was going to be his companion in this car.

"Nice Son you have here Rubin," Carlton said, the sarcasm displayed on Carlton's face made it absolutely hard for me to stand him any longer. My father laughed at the remark that was made and looked in the mirror, only to find me staring ferociously into it as well.

"I told you already, no son of mine will work for Garfield," My father responded to Carlton with the truest loyalty in his voice. I waited for the right time to responded to him but that was until Carlton decided to break the negativity by mentioning Elsa's name.

"You think you're smart don't you pretty boy, following me around and using Elsa as a tracking device?" Carlton mockingly questioned me and I grabbed him by the neck, choking him. He smiled even though the air that he survived on was rapidly decreasing and his face turned red.

But he wasn't smiling because of me, he was smiling because of the sight of my father. I felt a cold metal pressed against the back of my head. I ceased at the moment and a voice said to let go. My father held a gun to my head, and I was heartbroken by what I felt and witnessed. I was betrayed by the only man I considered to be my father.

I gently settled myself back on my seat and my father moved to the back of the car with me and left Carlton to drive. He still held the gun to my head while Carlton said the words.

"Boy, you don't get to disrespect me, Think I wouldn't know that you were following me, your own father sold you out, you're nothing compared to the connections I have," Carlton boldly said to me while he focused his attention to the road. All of a sudden I found it hard to breathe, my thoughts got heavy and my body filled with goosebumps. My father just kept smiling as if his only son didn't matter. He sold me out to my worst enemy, in all my years I never thought he would have done something like that.

"Dad put that gun down," I quietly said to him. But it didn't take long before he started to laugh as I quipped those words of fright.

"You're not my son Vincent." Those words probably hurt more than a bullet to my head. He said it so clear, it was so smooth, there wasn't even a touch of stammer nor was there a touch of emotion inside of it.

"What?" I softly spoke, the words didn't fully flow from my tongue. He dropped the gun and looked me in the eyes, and repeated his words one more time. I didn't understand, all these years I called him father and now he decided to rip my heart out by saying that I wasn't his son. My eyes pleaded with him to tell me why he said that but he wouldn't utter a word to clear my mind. Carlton then pulled into the corner of the road and looked at my father and advised him to tell me the truth.

"The truth? What is he talking about" I kept on humbly asking my so-called father then he looked at me, took a deep breath in and broke my confusion by starting off with something that would change my life forever.

"Your mother cheated on me, that bitch broke my heart and when I found out who she was pregnant for, it slowly killed me even more" he responded emotionally. He was hurt, it was written all over his voice and face. I was sorry of course, I was the result that came out from his biggest heartbreak.

"I loved that woman but then she went on and cheated on me with your boss"

"My boss? Which one?" I couldn't believe I was the son of one of my bosses. But yet I was never acknowledged about it. I shook my head in confusion and unbuttoned my shirt when sweat penetrated down my temple and neck.

"Garfield," Carlton answered because my father couldn't look at me anymore.

"No fucking way." I shockingly shouted. I now realized why Garfield treated me better than the rest of the boys. All that money he paid me, all that freedom he gave me, all those cars. He was my father and for the past 26 years, I lived in a hidden life without my real father.

"My mother, you told me she died while giving birth to me? is it true or was that a lie as well" I asked anxiously waiting to hear an answer.

"When your mother was pregnant she couldn't tell Garfield or else he would have killed her and you so I had to protect both of you all because I loved her." my father closed his eyes and answered my question.

"But one week after you were born he found out everything, so he tracked her down and he killed her, he tried to kill you as well but Rubin took the shot for you. Then when Garfield realized that Rubin would protect you he just left and came back to London knowing that Rubin will never tell you the truth." Carlton finished what my father had to answer because he was too busy holding back the tears that were building up in his eyes.

Carlton slowly took the gun out of my father's hand and placed it beside him. I looked at him and wondered why he did it, but later realized that it had no ammunition when he removed the trigger.

"Why didn't he want me then but only now?" I asked Carlton who seemed to know a lot about my background.

"He heard of your legacy child, so he wanted revenge, he made his men find you and trafficked you to London." I bent my head processing the truth, "Revenge on who?" I asked as my first tear in years fell from both of my eyes.

"ME," Carlton said while he held a gun with a silencer screwed onto it in front of my father. My father swung his hands up in defense asking why he was doing that but before he got any further a shot vigorously made its way through his forehead and blood splashed to the back of the car. And before I could have gained the sense and reality to speak against the mind-wrecking image, Carlton positioned the silencer to my head and his last words to me were "Have a nice time in Hell pretty boy." And that was it, everything flashed before my eyes, memories replayed and I was numb, I got weaker and weaker as my eyesight faded. The last words that managed to come out of my mouth were, "You'll regret this Carlton."