and I want cash. Cooperate with me and it'll be as easy as a piece of cake." His voice turned cold and menacing. "But if you don't, let me tell you, boy, I'll be coming for what I'm owed..."
"And I'll be waiting, asshole," I roared before hurling the phone at the wall. It smashed and I felt a slight amount of tension drain from my body – the satisfaction of breaking something helping to ebb my temper.
"Violence doesn't solve anything, son," I heard the familiar voice quip and I groaned loudly before dropping my head on the desk.
Why me?
Why fucking me?
"What do you want, David?" I asked wearily, not bothering to lift my head to look at my father. Jesus Christ, I should have never gotten out of my bed this morning. This day had gone to crap the moment I walked out my front door. "Mike's not here," I grumbled, waving a hand over my head. "As you can see."
"I just wanted to inform you that I've dealt with the whistleblower. He won't be a problem for you again."
My head snapped up. "Whistleblower?" I leaned back in my chair and studied my father's expressionless face. His eyes were the same color as mine, his hair identical with the exception of a few grays. He was tall in build, not as broad as me, but fuck, every time I looked at the man it was like looking at a future projection of myself – and it creeped me the hell out. There was absolutely nothing about my father that I desired to look like or aspired to be like. He was poison. Plain and simple. "I have no idea who you're talking about," I added, feigning boredom.
"Perry Franklin," David said calmly as he leaned against the door with his hands shoved in his suit pants pockets. "The little parasite who brought his spiel of drivel on national television and shamed our family."
Pushing away from the door, David strolled over to where my phone was now lying in pieces. Crouching down, he began to piece my phone back together. "He went too far," David mused, eyes locked on my phone as he re-set the battery and replaced the back of the phone. "And he paid for the privilege."
"What did you do?" I asked quietly, unsure if I truly wanted to know.
"Ask no questions and I'll tell you no lies," was all David responded before he stood up slowly. "All you need to know is he won't be a problem again, Kyle."
Strolling over to my desk, David placed my phone down on my desk in front of me and sighed. "You see." He gestured to my fully repaired/fully functioning phone. "Even the most broken of objects can be mended. Maybe they won't work the way they're supposed to, but perhaps with a little patience and time, they can still be…useful."
I sat frozen in my seat, churning David's not so subtle hint around in my mind, as he left the room just as silently as he'd entered. His attempts to reconnect with me were a waste of his time and mine. There would be no reconciliation. I couldn't trust him. Hell, it was starting to look like I couldn't trust anyone.
****
Lee
"What's going on with you, Kyle?" I called out when curiosity got the better of me. Kyle had been in a pensive mood since he came home from work. He ate dinner with us, helped me bathe Hope and put her down for the night, but the entire time he had this contemplative look about him. A million different worries and fears trickled into my brain, thumping around and driving me crazy.
Shrugging out of my clothes, I slipped an old shirt of Kyle's over my head before freeing the tangled mess that was my hair and climbing onto our bed. "Did something happen today?" I asked.
Kyle stepped out of our ensuite bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer shorts, and with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. "When does something not happen, princess?" he gurgled, shooting me a huge toothpaste covered grin – a grin that didn't conceal the anxiety I could see in his eyes.
"True," I agreed as I wandered over to where he was standing. "But you've been acting weirder than usual." I wasn't going to allow him to
"And I'll be waiting, asshole," I roared before hurling the phone at the wall. It smashed and I felt a slight amount of tension drain from my body – the satisfaction of breaking something helping to ebb my temper.
"Violence doesn't solve anything, son," I heard the familiar voice quip and I groaned loudly before dropping my head on the desk.
Why me?
Why fucking me?
"What do you want, David?" I asked wearily, not bothering to lift my head to look at my father. Jesus Christ, I should have never gotten out of my bed this morning. This day had gone to crap the moment I walked out my front door. "Mike's not here," I grumbled, waving a hand over my head. "As you can see."
"I just wanted to inform you that I've dealt with the whistleblower. He won't be a problem for you again."
My head snapped up. "Whistleblower?" I leaned back in my chair and studied my father's expressionless face. His eyes were the same color as mine, his hair identical with the exception of a few grays. He was tall in build, not as broad as me, but fuck, every time I looked at the man it was like looking at a future projection of myself – and it creeped me the hell out. There was absolutely nothing about my father that I desired to look like or aspired to be like. He was poison. Plain and simple. "I have no idea who you're talking about," I added, feigning boredom.
"Perry Franklin," David said calmly as he leaned against the door with his hands shoved in his suit pants pockets. "The little parasite who brought his spiel of drivel on national television and shamed our family."
Pushing away from the door, David strolled over to where my phone was now lying in pieces. Crouching down, he began to piece my phone back together. "He went too far," David mused, eyes locked on my phone as he re-set the battery and replaced the back of the phone. "And he paid for the privilege."
"What did you do?" I asked quietly, unsure if I truly wanted to know.
"Ask no questions and I'll tell you no lies," was all David responded before he stood up slowly. "All you need to know is he won't be a problem again, Kyle."
Strolling over to my desk, David placed my phone down on my desk in front of me and sighed. "You see." He gestured to my fully repaired/fully functioning phone. "Even the most broken of objects can be mended. Maybe they won't work the way they're supposed to, but perhaps with a little patience and time, they can still be…useful."
I sat frozen in my seat, churning David's not so subtle hint around in my mind, as he left the room just as silently as he'd entered. His attempts to reconnect with me were a waste of his time and mine. There would be no reconciliation. I couldn't trust him. Hell, it was starting to look like I couldn't trust anyone.
****
Lee
"What's going on with you, Kyle?" I called out when curiosity got the better of me. Kyle had been in a pensive mood since he came home from work. He ate dinner with us, helped me bathe Hope and put her down for the night, but the entire time he had this contemplative look about him. A million different worries and fears trickled into my brain, thumping around and driving me crazy.
Shrugging out of my clothes, I slipped an old shirt of Kyle's over my head before freeing the tangled mess that was my hair and climbing onto our bed. "Did something happen today?" I asked.
Kyle stepped out of our ensuite bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer shorts, and with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. "When does something not happen, princess?" he gurgled, shooting me a huge toothpaste covered grin – a grin that didn't conceal the anxiety I could see in his eyes.
"True," I agreed as I wandered over to where he was standing. "But you've been acting weirder than usual." I wasn't going to allow him to
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