The Marcelo Men

Chapter Two

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Axel's P.O.V

Trudging through the dirt I slapped yet another mosquito off my muscular arm. I can't believe my father was making me look after one of his many pathetic wives. This one was located near the main company building, and I was to keep a very watchful eye on her as she was only young. I was young myself, at only 21 I had been through a lot, including having been put into numerous adoption centres, gone to Juvie more then I can remember and having a criminal record that has been fudged multiple times. As I came to the front door of one of my dads many mansion I took a deep breath before knocking hard on the door. It opened up to an old looking man in a tuxedo. His skin, old and worn out, his grey hair was slicked back and his salt and pepper moustache made him look all too familiar. His eyes where blue and had a cold gaze upon them.
"Mr Marcelo, it's has been to long sir" a wide smile grew upon the mans face and it was then I realised who I was talking to

"Stanley Tims, you old bastard" I smiled and pulled the man into a hug. Stan raised me as my father never took much of an interest in me. He lead me through the house and showed me where the girl's room was located. He room was neat and looked like it was never touched. Stan left me to explore the house but I stayed in my fathers bitches room. She had photographs stuck to the mirror, it was of a baby. My dad got the stupid whore pregnant. I sighed and wandered through the rooms but not one of them contained any hint of a child present. I was confused by this but decided to push the thought down as I wandered to the back of the house. Large glass panels showed the view of an amazing beach in the early mornings. I scanned the beach taking in all its beauty when something caught my eye. A girl; she was standing on the sand in a large white shirt and a pair of white panties. Her light brown hair flowed in the morning winds and she seemed young. I opened the door and walked down the beach to her.