Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Night started to creep into the city, but I had a cup of coffee beside me because I’d just started my day. My nights were mornings and my mornings were nights. I’d wanted a life different from my father, but I’d ended up there anyway.
Because I’d basically flunked out of school and was rejected from every university I applied to. My father could have bribed or threatened my way into a program, but I didn’t have a father anymore, not as far as I was concerned.
A knock sounded on the door.
I turned away from the laptop and stared across the room to the door but didn’t move to answer it. I chose to stay quiet so whoever the fuck it was could just go away.
But they knocked again. “I know you’re in there, Bastien.”
My heart plummeted into my stomach because I recognized that voice.
It belonged to my father.
I stared at the door again, visualizing him on the other side, standing there in all black, his boots wet from the rain. I hadn’t seen him in two years. Didn’t know what he looked like these days, if he’d gained weight or lost it, if he continued to wear that cross around his neck like some kind of martyr. Whenever Mother called me, she didn’t talk about him and she rarely mentioned Godric. She tried to act like everything was normal by talking about the new restaurants she had tried and what she’d seen on TV, but it just irritated me more.
Because she was a spineless coward.
She let my father cheat on her. Let him treat his sons like hired help rather than family. Let him destroy the family she so desperately wanted to have. Like it was the eighteen hundreds and he only had children to help run the farm.
I hated her more than him sometimes.
I finally walked to the door and opened it.
He was exactly as I remembered, his face just a little more sunken from the cigars and the booze and the stress of running an immoral drug empire. Our features were similar, and I hated to admit I looked more like him as I became a man. The sight of him should instill a sense of fear, but it was hard to fear someone you didn’t respect.
He stared me down with the same ruthless expression, probably full of disappointment because of how useless I was. Godric rose to his expectations, became the right-hand man who would inherit the business when my father was killed or retired.
I stepped away and left the door open, turned my back to him even though it was possible he might shoot me in the back. He’d made me, so he could put me back in the ground where I belonged.
I heard his boots against the hardwood floor as he stepped farther inside. The door clicked shut behind him.
I turned back to face him.
He surveyed my shitty apartment, his eyes trailing over the old needles that didn’t belong to me, the open bag of coke on the table that also didn’t belong to me. It was dirty, and I still had boxes against the wall because I’d never really unpacked, even though I’d lived there for years now. The girls I brought home didn’t seem to care because it was just for the night.
He stopped several feet away, his hard expression impossible to read.
I didn’t know what to say. After years of estrangement, I hadn’t expected a conversation to ever take place between us. When he spoke about family to his people, I just assumed he pretended I’d never been born and no one was stupid enough to ever say my name. I was certain my mother hadn’t mentioned me either, called me only when he was out of the house and deleted the call from the log when she was finished. She remained connected to me because she loved me, but she didn’t love me enough to actually stand up to him.
He stared me down for a long time, his eyes slowly rising in anger. “You walked away from the business just to be a shit imitation? I sell lobster and you sell garbage.”
Hostility was exactly what I expected. “Would have gone to university if I didn’t essentially flunk out of school.”
“And it’s my fault you were too stupid to count to ten?”
After two years of silence, he’d come all the way here for this? To be a fucking asshole. “It’s your fault that you were a piece-of-shit father—and still are.”
His eyes narrowed at the insult, and he gave a slight nod. “You haven’t changed either, Bastien. Still blaming everyone else for your shortcomings. Sitting in this shitty apartment, shooting and snorting. You think you’re better than me?” he yelled, his voice probably carrying to the other apartments in the building. “You’re nothing without me. Useless and pathetic. A boy alone in an apartment that smells like piss and pussy. Wish you’d been a girl so I could have married you off to an ally. But no, you have a dick that you don’t even know how to use and a brain too stupid—”