Lily |18+ [Paraíso, #1]

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|J A K E|

NEVER IN MY WILDEST DREAMS DID I ever think that I'd go down like this. The guards walking beside me don't say much but I'm being flanked by the two of them and that says a lot about my impending doom. My hands are linked together with handcuffs and a length of chain that extends downwards to link with the cuffs on my ankles and they make a clanking sound as we head down the dimly lit hallway.

The only thing missing apart from the cuffs and orange jumpsuit is a muzzle on my face. Which is ironic considering that the judge who presided over my case called me a 'rabid animal who doesn't deserve to see the light of day.'

We come to a stop on the last door and one of the guards knocks on it twice before it's opened. The room is unsurprisingly dark with only one bulb lighting up the place. A table with two chairs is situated in the middle of the room. One of the chairs is being occupied by a person who I'd never imagine would dare take a step inside the confines of this place.

He watches as I'm brought over to sit on the chair across from him. He's still exactly the way I remember him to be. Dark grey hair with streaks of black in between, eyes as black as his soul, a hard and cold expression highlights his facial features. Not to forget his body. He may be an old man but he's made it a point to stay physically fit. Even in his old age.

"Jacob." He breaks the silence and I grimace. I hate my given name. Absolutely fucking hate it and he knows that.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"Is that how you greet your grandfather?" He chuckles. The sound of it grates me and I clench my fists.

"Okay. I forget you're one who doesn't give a hoot about pleasantries, so I'll go straight to the point." He pauses. "I'm in need of your services."

Now it's my turn to laugh.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me. Are you actually serious right now? Philip fucking Carlisle, coming to me because he needs my services. Ain't everyday you see the big, bad alpha wolf come to seek help from a lone one."

He narrows his eyes, nothing but coldness emanating from them. "Don't get in over your head, boy. I said I needed your services not your help."

"Sure." I roll my eyes. "How can I be of service to you, grandfather?"

For a moment, he grimaces. He doesn't like when I acknowledge our relation to each other. I bet he wishes that I didn't exist altogether.

I was being sarcastic about my offer to help him but the old man doesn't read into it. He goes ahead and states his problem.

"I'm running for senate," he states.

"And that concerns me how?"

He chuckles. "Oh, Jacob. Surely, by now you know why I'm here."

He wants me to come back and play Family with him during the campaign period. Nothing makes a good campaign strategy than a united family front.

"I have criminal records. I'm the last person you should even be considering to add on to your picture perfect family."

"Look at you, being all considerate and whatnot," he mocks. "You do have a point, though. You're nothing but a dirty stain to the Carlisle name."

I snort. "You're just now figuring that out? Thought you were brighter than that."

He ignores the jab. "Nothing makes a good story than a prodigal, wild, ex-convict son coming back to his family and being offered a second chance." He stares at me for a moment, letting his point sink in.