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"Nice of you to show your face." Ashton glanced up from his search of painkillers to see his uncle stood in the doorway of the kitchen, a smirk on his face as he took in Ashton's appearance.
The younger man had a purple bruise that sat proudly underneath his eye and a cut lip that stung every time he ate. His favourite tee had stained blood by the collar, but other than that, Ashton looked pretty much the same as every day.
Deciding to ignore his uncles snarky comment, he returned to his ramen, believing he had more interest in the terribly cooked food than making little conversation with his Uncle Sam.
"Your father wants you." Ashton frowned and shoved his plate to the side, peace broken. Sam motioned over his shoulder, towards the staircase which led to Alex's office, presumedly where his father was.
"What?" Ashton grunted as he hopped off the stool and shot a smile towards Maria, the housekeeper as she rushed up to him to clear his plate. "Are you his lackey now?" Wondering why his father was sending Sam to come collect Ashton as if the guy didn't have a phone.
"I liked you more as a kid." He heard Sam call out as he disappeared down the hallway, most likely off to piss someone else off in the house.
Ashton didn't have the energy to return the comments, instead taking to the stairs where he suspected his father would be.
Indeed, his suspicions were confirmed as he heard the ever so familiar booming voice of his father as he headed down the long corridor that led to the office. Ashton traced his finger tips along the broken wallpaper, his father wasn't exactly into interior design. This was the same wallpaper his mother had picked and she had died when Ashton was seven.
He paused on the other side of the door, listening to his fathers threatening words and the sound of another person sobbing in response. "I'll give you one more week, Henry. One more week or you and that precious wife of yours will be getting a visit from my men." He paused, Ashton figured it was to take a drag from his cigar. "And we wouldn't want beautiful Cindy to find out her husband was a crack addict would we?"
The man, Henry, Ashton guessed, continued to plead with the mob boss.
Knowing, his pleas were useless, Ashton pushed the door of the office open uninvited, after all, Ashton was most likely the only person in the universe who could walk into the office uninvited without getting a bullet through the head. Just another advantage to being the son of the most feared man in Sydney.
However, that didn't stop his father glaring at him as he entered unannounced.
And there stood Alexander Irwin. All 6'3 of him, hair slicked back with the most expensive gel they owned, cigar over his left ear, ring on his finger and his favourite pinstripe suit to finish.
