A Business Pleasure

Chapter 31: An Eye for an Eye

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Dec isn't actually In this chapter so I thought I'd put up a cute picture of him above^^^ I've always wanted to have that hoodie he's wearing 🥺 it looks so cozy

"And who better to take over my operation than my own son?"

Those words kept ringing in Ant's ears as he was led down complexly placed corridors behind the man who's back he couldn't stop watching.

"my own son"

How many nights Ant had spent dreaming he'd be called that. A son. How many times he'd cried wishing his parents could just tuck him in at night and tell him everything was going to be okay- could take him home and show him love in a way no one ever had.

Maybe he still wasn't going to have the classic father-son relationship he'd imagined from the few books he'd read in Utopia, but he'd take whatever he could get.

At first of course Anthony hadn't believed it, why would he? This man- this drug dealer- had kidnapped, drugged him and held a gun to his head, that doesn't scream trust worthy long lost father. The dark haired boy had yelled and fought back, he'd cursed against the idea that this man would try and tarnish his fathers name. His father had been a good man. His father had been a cop, he fought with the law, not against it. His father was not alive.

'King' had let him scream, he let him shout and only when Ant had fully exhausted himself and crumbled to his knees did the older man speak. He stood tall above the boy who seemed so lost, he took his chin in one hand and tilted his dark haired head up so their matching blue eyes could meet.

He didn't try and convince the boy of his identity, that probably wouldn't have gotten through to Ant. No, he slid his hand to cup his teary cheek and smiled brokenly, "You really do look just like I did when I was a boy... but you have her spirit."

Ant had stayed completely frozen as the man's hand trailed over his face and thumb dragged over his lips, his eyes clouded over with guilt as he mumbled, "Though you have her lips."

"S-stop." Ant whimpered, "S-stop... Y-You're dead."

"Unfortunately, no." The bald man sighed, his hand dropping from the kneeling boys face and moving to rub at his tired eyes, "Inside perhaps."

"T-they told me you died." Ant whispered, his eyes falling to the floor as his throat got caught with a painful lump.

"Who?"

"Mr and Mrs Schofield."

"They took you in?" A hint of hope tinged the mans tone but it was crushed as soon as  Anthony slowly shook his head. "I only just met them."

There was a deafening silence and Ant found his brain going numb every time he wanted to process a new thought. He still couldn't get past the words my own son.