Chapter two

Chapter Two 

SEBASTIAN

I drove the car to a stop in front of the patio. 

I took a moment to stare at the house,  Dad has lived here alone for some time now.  We pay him visits frequently.  By we,  I meant my brother,  his fiancee and their girl Hazel .

Our old butler for years greeted me with a slight bow as I entered the house in long heavy strides .

"Where is Dad? "

"The old master is retiring in his room"

I gave him a curt nod as a response and made my way up the stairs. 

I twisted the door opened to reveal dad,  he was going through the morning papers. 

He didn't look up or show the least surprise. 

He had been expecting me. He had to know why I was here so there was no need to beat around the bush. 

"Was it you? "  although my voice sounded as cold and emotionless as he had thought me,  I couldn't push back a stir in my heart,  that traveled up to my throat, clogging it up. 

He looked up at me then,  his gaze so much like mine,  only worn out with age.  The power and intensity it once held over me had weakened over time. 

"How could you have kept that traitor alive!  I'm disappointed " His gaze was accusing as he slammed the newspaper across the desk. 

He straightened to his feet so we were faced eye to eye. 

We stared at each other, none of us willing to break the stare. 

I also didn't miss the way he had swiftly avoided my original question .

"You killed him  , then you set up the fire didn't you? "

He didn't look surprised by my statement neither did he deny it. 

I wanted him to burst out,  to tell me how wrong I was. To tell me anything,  even if it was a lie. 

I was desperate for just anything .

A wave of dread settled on the pit of my stomach,  he was the only strength I've ever known,  he'd taught me not to show any weakness and the importance of family,  so how could he.......?  

Not only that he could have easily killed Robert,  why did he have to take the lives of so many others? 

My fingers tensed,  I clenched it into a tight fist as I tried to suppress the turbulent emotions growing inside of me. 

"Why?  Why did you do it? "

He only stared at me,  a hard look flashed through his eyes,  it was gone as quickly as it had came. 

His silence was beginning to work on my already tended up nerves. 

"Was it because he was going to tell me something about you?  What were you  scared of dad? " The icy words slipped out of my mouth,  but I wasn't about taking it back....not until I got an answer. 

He broke his silence then,  his gaze blazed with anger,  but that wasn't the only thing there.  

A twinge of guilt. 

He wasn't able to hide that from my searching gaze. 

"You already trusted him,  wasn't that why you kept him alive and hidden from all of us ? You think that I your own father has done something so wrong that I would be scared to let known to my sons?  Do you still remember who I am?  I started this whole damn empire! 

Why couldn't you have asked me anything you wanted?  Instead you preferred to fucking hear it from him! " he seethed with a harsh glare. 

"Fine then ! I'll ask you!  Did you have anything to do with mom and Jenny's death !"

Tension cracked in the air. It was thick enough to be slashed with a blade. 

For a moment none of us moved an inch ,  we stared at each other heatedly. 

"You  think I did? I fucking loved them!  I thought you know that! " 

The broken hurt In his voice tore at my heart. 

I think for the first time in my life I've managed to hurt his feelings. 

Fuck. 

We shouldn't  be having this fight for a man that was now dead. 

It was useless. 

He might have being lying through his teeth for fuck sake! 

I raked my fingers through my hair,  prepared to apologize to dad but something in his now distant stopped me halfway. 

The sudden look of guilt and sadness there was enough to choke the life out of any lesser man. 

It sent a fist to my stomach,  just as hard as his next words. 

"You are right,  he was right. It was always me" He spoke still staring into space .

I froze.  

What the bloody hell did he mean by that ? 

"It's was me,  I killed Angie!  I killed Jenny!  I killed everyone! " 

"Dad? " I called out unsure,  my blood pulsating hard In my veins. 

He staggered backwards ,gracelessly hitting the huge mahogany desk behind him. 

A deep cough rumbled from his chest. 

Then he wouldn't stop .

He wheezed continuously,  a hand was held to his chest,  his face squeezed tight In pain. 

Fuck. 

"Dad! " I called out in urgency this time. 

I supported his dead weight as I called out for help. 

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Drunken bodies swayed to the  blaring loud music. 

A naked woman danced erotically against the pole. 

Everyone here was bound to get wasted. 

I sat in my specially reserved spot  ,from up here I could see everything going on around the club. 

It's been long since I fucking came here.. 

I needed this little break...i need to be away from everything for a while. 

I closed my eyes momentarily  taking a long drag of my lighted cigarette,  it formed clouds in the air above my head as I exhaled loudly .

I had taken dad to the hospital hours ago,  he had still been unconscious when I had left.

Until now he still hasn't regained consciousness. 

What was the god damned bloody truth? 

Ever since I was a kid,  his words had been law to me , I had been the eldest and one of his heirs,  he had much more strict with me than he had to my brother  , I would say. 

When Mom and Jenny had died,   Dad had sort of gave Hayden a way out,  maybe it was because he was younger.   Although my brother doesn't think so, I knew it damn well . 

Dad had even allowed him to live alone for some part of his teen years ,  that luxury had not been meant for me. 

At the same time I couldn't complain,  the dark dangerous thrill was what I lived for, it became a huge part of me. 

Dad's last words before he had passed out left me even more conflicted than ever. 

What if it turned out that he wasn't as innocent about the incident that happened years ago as Hayden and I had supposed? 

Shit was messed up. 

The waitress came that moment with the shot of whiskey I had ordered,  she had a sultry smile on her face as she kept it on my table.

I took it down in one gulp, it burned down to my throat and chest, making me forget about everything for a moment. 

Only a moment. 

"Anything else I can do for you sir ? " She spoke still wearing a seductive smile. 

I gave her a once over , from her curly hair to her huge tits , her seeming flat stomach down to the flare of her hips that the transparent skirt she wore did nothing to hide. 

She wasn't bad.  Fuck she looked good and so damn well eager to please, just the way I like them. 

Only after everything that happened earlier I was in no damn mood to fuck.

"Maybe later " I murmured,  taking a sip from the glass she had refilled. 

Her fingers made their way to my crotch,  a triumphant look on her face,  she looked as if she was about to eat me up. 

Hell if that doesn't make my skin crawl. 

"The name is Maya,  I'll be waiting " she walked away when a call came from her.  Probably her manager. 

I resumed on my drink ,my gaze returned to the sea of bodies dancing below.

They were only good for fucks, I could never see myself being emotionally tangled with anyone. 

Sometimes watching my love sick brother with his fiancee gave me the urge to puke. 

My gaze caught on a familiar figure and held. 

She stood at the far end seeming locked In a heated argument with some man in front of her. 

I watched her with piqued interest,  although I couldn't hear what they were saying. 

As though she felt my gaze,  she spun In my direction them.

Her gaze locked with mine. 

Seemed to me this night was about to get interesting.