Running From The Big Bad Wolf

18.

The warehouse was cold and damp. The smell of trapped water and mould hung in the air as I stepped over the debris.

I dropped the bag full of money. "Eric!" I yelled out. I got here in six hours. Six long excruciating hours. I didn't understand why so far. But Eric's main head quarters was only an hour away from here. "Come out, you bastard!"

I was not only angry at Caitlyn having a kid, but I was fuming with Eric, making Caitlyn so distressed.

I heard footsteps echoing and I saw Eric, alone.

"Welcome, Axel."

"Where's the kid?" I snapped at him.

"Safe. Where's the money?"

I kicked at the bag. Eric raised his hand, signalling someone and they appeared. The closer they got the more I saw. Caitlyn was right. The kid is a toddler, maybe one, a baby even. The kid was asleep against the big man's chest as the bulky man came forward and I took the kid in to my arms.

"That's it Eric. No more bribing. No more blackmailing. You leave Caitlyn alone." I snarled at him. "You have nothing more on her or me."

Eric smiled wickedly as the big man picked up my bag and took it. It was extremely heavy, I had trouble carrying it, but this man took it like it was empty.

I waited till Eric checked the bag, then left, not wanting to turn my back on him. I know all to well what he does to people's backs. I saw it first hand with Eli.

Holding the kid to me, I went to the car where my two men waited. One opened the back door and I climbed in, placing the kid on the seat and sat next to him.

I looked at the sleeping child and estimated that he had to be about two, if not, three. His skin was Caitlyn all over with her lips as well, but his hair was as black as night, his jaw was square and even his cheeks were chubby. I stared at him even harder. He was breathing softly but out cold.

Caitlyn had auburn red hair right now, but she is a natural light brunette, her eyes were bright and I have to admit, dazzling. Her skin isn't dark, but it isn't pale either. Whoever she had a kid to, this kid took most of his father's traits.

That even angered me more. Caitlyn slept with someone and they conceived a child. She had not told me about this kid until someone else did and not a word of the apparent father.

I sat in the back next to this kid, fuming. Stewing my anger. I wanted to flog in to something but I didn't. I had to wait with this rage for probably eight hours.

As we got closer to home, the sun was rising and the traffic was thicker as we hit the outskirts of the city.

The kid was still asleep. I think he had been drugged to be honest. I frowned. Who would drug an innocent child? I sat back and saw my reflection in the rear view morrow at the front. My eyes were dark, I had bags under them from the lack of sleep. My black hair was a mess and I found myself looking at my chin. It was square like.

Suddenly my head spun to the kid in recognition just as he stirred. I watched as he woke up and looked around, fear written on his face. Then his eyes went to mine. His dark nearly black eyes. His eyes were the same as mine.

That fucking bitch! I yelled in my head.

"Mam?" He whimpered at me.

I never have spoken to children before. Especially babies. My younger sister died when I was ten, she was only a couple weeks old. My mother only had three kids. Melia, myself and Sally, also known as Salvatore or SJ, for Junior. I survived my siblings. I was nine, my mother heavily pregnant with my sister when Sally died. He was twenty.

"We are going to see her soon." I said in my calmed tone.

"I want mam." He demanded and I cocked an eyebrow. Yes. Definitely Caitlyn's son. His hair sat loosely around his head and down his face as the tips curled. He sounded like he had a slight accent but that could be from the way he said mum.

The familiar house, Caitlyn's house, came into view, light up in the morning sun as the car came to a stop.

I got out and held the door open for the kid and walked him up the stairs. He walked with uncertainty. I didn't know what exactly was going through me every time I looked at him.

Jealousy, angry, pity even hope. I opened the front door and placed him on the bar stool and opened the fridge. I poured him a cup of milk and gave him a bag of cookies and told him to stay there. I needed to have a good and thorough talk with Caitlyn.