“You sold your own son?” I wanted to punch something—preferably Mitch fucking Masters.
“My son,” he sneered, “was created to make me money, nothing more. If he couldn’t get it for me the way I planned then I had to make adjustments.”
“He’s your son!”
“He was a means to an end!” Mitch roared. His face was now contorted with barely controlled rage. I fell silent as I pieced together what he was telling. A moment later he was the cool, unassuming man I was fooled to think he was. “I left him with a family who worked under their organization until he was old enough to work. I kept tabs on him because he was still valuable to me.”
“What is this organization called?”
“Come now,” he reproached. “You’re going to get me killed.” I wish. “Not even Keiran knows who they really are.” Could that be true? It was believable considering his age at the time.
“So how did he end up with his uncle? Did you suddenly grow a conscience?” I asked in disbelief.
“Just after he turned eight, my money ran dry again so I realized I needed to resume my old plan and marry. I coerced his bitch mother with a chance to save her son if she came away to marry me.”
“But how would you explain your eight year old son?”
“I would have explained to my family that she was a long lost love and had gotten pregnant before we lost touch. My family had never met her before, nor had any of my friends.”
“But Keiran ruined your plan when he killed her.”
“Not quite.” Just then his phone rang and he sent me an apologetic smile. “Excuse me. I really must take this call.” Once he stepped out of the room I rushed for the door but heard the sound of a key turning. I tried the doorknob anyway and found it locked. I banged furiously against the door but he never returned for some time.
I sat in that room running through everything he had revealed. It felt like hours later when I heard any semblance of sound outside the door. I could hear heavy thuds and grunts that sounded strangely as if someone was being beaten. I hoped by some miracle that Keiran or someone had found me and began screaming for help.
Not long after, Mitch reappeared in the bedroom I was being held in. The scrape of the key in the lock alerted me of his return. “I want you to behave now. We have company.”
“Who?”
“In due time. I’ve just learned that my son has left Six Forks unexpectedly. This will certainly put a delay in my plans that I cannot afford. I need a favor.”
“You’re joking right?”
“Afraid not.”
“Well that’s too bad because the only thing I’m willing to do for you is to show you where to fuck off.” The hard feeling of his palm on my face sent me flying to the floor and burning pain followed.
“Now that was your first and only warning.” He pulled out his cellphone and handed it to me. I cautiously looked up at him from the floor. “Call my son.”
Despite his warning I wasn’t willing to put Keiran in danger. Yeah, I don’t get that either. “No.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said no. You’re just going to have to kill me.”
The temperature in the room seemed to drop a few hundred degrees that could freeze over hell. He watched me for a moment with unmistakable rage simmering within his eyes before he swiftly turned and headed back out the door. He was back before I could make a dash for the door and freedom. It sounded like he was dragging something or rather someone as I soon found out. I first noticed a familiar head, full of dark spiked hair. “It may not be you that I start with…” he warned.
“Keenan!” I was horrified at this sight of his still body bleeding in various places. I immediately crawled over to him to see if he was breathing. When I felt the shallow rise and fall of his breathing I sent a silent prayer. How did he get Keenan and why?
“What did you do to him?” I screamed.