My Family, My Life "Sequel To His Butterfly"

Chapter 17: Picking Up The Prodigal Son

Unknown POV...

Pier International Airport

I've hated going with my father to Negril, Jamaica to pick up my little bastard of a half brother every summer for as long as I can remember. I hated the son whom he thought was so damn perfect, the one whom he loved to compare me to every chance he got.

Chase was the son that could never do anything wrong in our father's eyes while I on the other hand he would call a fucking screw up every other day. I hated Chase, not for anything that he's done just simply for the fact that our father loved him more than me.

I think if given the chance when we were younger, Chase and I could have been close like normal siblings but now it's too late. The jealous hatred I have for him is embedded way too deep for me to get past. Don't get me wrong I've tried to feel something other than disgust, or pure hatred for my little brother. Every time I was at the point of building a somewhat brotherly bond my father would always come along and destroy it with his, "why can't you be more like Chase," bullshit. Eventually, I just gave the fuck up and let hate root itself in the core of my feeling for my brother.

Oddly though Chase can't seem to see how much I despise him. He thinks that we're best friends not knowing I couldn't give a damn if he lived or died. If I had to choose between whether he should live or Reese, that would be a hard fucking decision for me to make. He thinks that this whole trip about the two of us spending time together and seeing the woman that he's been raving about for months.

I stood outside of Pier International Airport awaiting the prodigal son to come out. Chase knew not to be looking for me on the inside waiting to greet him with a brotherly hug because that has never been my style. Honestly, if I didn't need his help I wouldn't be seeing him now or ever in the future if I could help it.

"Hey, Lil brother! I greet him with a fake smile plastered on my face when he approaches my silver, Mercedes.

"Yo, dude nice ride you have here! Chase exclaims while pulling me into a tight hug.

"Get off! I groaned while pushing him backward.

"You know that you love it when I do that." He says picking up his bags and throwing them into my truck.

"Yeah, about as much as I love you! I respond with a smirk. His little show if touchy-feely made me want to puck.

"Bro, when did you get this little beauty? Chase asked after he got inside the car closing my door a bit too hard.

"Actually, dad bought it for me a few months ago for my birthday," I lied. In all actuality, I bought this car using the company funds that I've been stealing since I've started working there a year ago.

"So, I guess it's safe to say that the two of you are getting along better these days since he's bought you an expensive birthday present, huh? Chase asked, sounding a wee bit jealous.

"Well, I guess if you call being not on speaking terms getting along then I guess that's an affirmative yes," I reply. For a split second, a sign of relief flashed in Chase's eyes when he learned that dad and I were still at each other's throat.

"So, who is this Lil lady that you've been talking my ear off about? I questioned hoping to talk about anything but our old man, even if it was about the very woman that I already know everything about. I knew more about her than I knew about my own brother. It's crazy how he's fallen for the woman that I've set out to destroy. The woman whom three men have set their sights on for a totally different reason. Chase wanted her to prove to Reese that he could get her if he truly wanted her or maybe just for his plaything but I knew it definitely wasn't for love. Reese because he truly loved and worship the ground she walked on. Me for the pleasure to ruin Reese's life, and in the process if I just so happen to destroy the poster child happiness then that would be an added bonus for me.

"Well, like I told you before her name is Avery Johnson and she works for the asshole who owns Choi Enterprise here in Atlanta," Chase says with his nose scrunched up after talking about Reese.

"She must be some kind of special lady to capture playboy Chase Montago's attention," I remark, not really interested in this little fantasy that he has going on between a woman that is already married to my nemesis.

"Bro, you've seen her already so you can't tell me that she's not a beauty to behold! Chase pridefully replies.

"Yeah, she's cute and all but she's just not my type! I half lied. Yes, I wanted her but not for the reason that he thought. I wanted to have my way with her in front of Reese for my own gratification then watch the light fade from her eyes for to make him suffer.

"Bro, you must need some fucking glasses if you think that Avery is just cute," Chase responded offended in my choice of words. Oh, I get it now Avery isn't your type because she's not white, huh? He then asked with his head cocked to the right side staring at me.

"Dammit, Chase she's just not my type because I said so, not because she's black! I snapped. "What are you planning to do about the overbearing, spoiled boss of hers? I implored out of curiosity while pinching the bridge of my nose.

"That jackass doesn't even stand a chance in getting with a woman like Avery." I hear come out of this stupid motherfuckers mouth.

This crazy-ass fucker was in for a rude awakening when he does sees Avery. Reese not only got her but he fucked, had kids with, and married the object of Chase's obsession. "Oh by the way your friend that works with you at the hotel in Jamaica has also moved here and she works with your girl," I add to give him a reason to stop by Reese's office.

"Are you talking about Sofia Rocco? He asked.

"Yeah, her! I declare after thinking how I wouldn't mind hitting that sweet little piece of ass.

"Okay cool," Chase utters then stares out the window while we drive the rest of the ride home in silence.

"Mom, dad we're home! I called out throwing my keys on the stand by the door. "Mom... dad..." I called out once again when I got no reply.

"Dad," Chase yells as he enters into the foyer.

"There goes my favorite son! Our father announces openly with pride as he descends the stairs carrying a glass of wine in his left hand.

Snatching the glass out of his meaty fingers I hurled it across the room barely missing hitting mom in the face by mere inches as she came waltzing out of the kitchen into the living room. "And here's your fucked up son! I snapped, grabbing my keys off of the table then walked out of the house slamming the door behind me.