Sabastian“Didn’t know you were up here.” My father’s voice drives the imminent silence in the room, taking my attention away from the two women as I turn to face him. I slip my hands in my pants pocket mirroring his pose. “Thought I would stay the weekend, since the event is tonight.” I say “Yes, I would’ve thought you’d invite Dainy.” I smile at my fathers attempt to snoop, “Not yet, I never liked catfishing.” He laughs, “It has its disadvantages, but still the best way to catch a big fish.” Shaking my head my smile widens as I move a few steps closer to my father who is standing by the oak stained door. “I’ll keep that in mind old man.” He closes the gap between us. My father is at least four inches taller in height. He puts his hand on my shoulder, making sure he has my full attention. Which he always does. “I’m proud of you son, you did what you had to, you protected her. That is a man Sabastian. Us Delroys, we only love once, she will come back.” He looks pass me when he says that , his mind going somewhere in the past. It isn’t the first time I wonder about his special woman. My grandfather once told me that my father was in love with his best friend, until she fell in love with someone else, a man from the other side of the tracks. I never did know who it was that ripped my father’s heart. He seems to catch his brain somewhere. Dropping his hand from my shoulder, shoving it into his pocket, he smiles tightly. His shadows and secrets there for me to see, but my father is such an accomplished man that even I wouldn’t dare cross him, or question him. “Let’s go have lunch son.” The sound of the Jet sounds the air as he finishes that sentence, and It takes everything in me not to turn around. We sitting downstairs on the deck, the outside breakfast table set with a variety of cheese, fruit , nuts, and cold meat. I’m sipping on my ice tea, whilst my father reads the paper. The Suns rays shinning directly on the swimming pool when my phone chimes. I admit that my first thought is Dainy but that hope quickly dies a humiliating death, she won’t be dialling out as she is with Kylie and one of the things I asked Kylie to do was keep my vixen busy these next two days . “Delroy.” I say, answering the blocked number. “Stop digging or you and your little bitch will be wearing orange suits pretty fucking soon.” The call is cut, and the male raspy voice rings in my ear. I remain cool and collective even though I am completely pissed off. My father remains reading and I push my chair back in a polite manner. “Not finishing your tea? Did Sheila make it too sweet ?” My father asks not dropping the paper from his face. “Tea was lovely as always, I’ve got some business needing my attention, I will see you tonight dad.” I button up my suit jacket and walk around the house. My mind, body, even my blood is wanting to run and track this fucker down, then destroy him. Nobody threatens my Vixen and gets away with it. As I round the corner phone still in my hand I speed dial Kent. “If it can’t wait until next week don’t let me know. I’m stacked,” He says in greeting. Normally I find his dry sarcasm slightly amusing, today somebody I don’t now got a hold of my number. Today some strange man threatened Dainy. Today I think I just might have found out who killed Gina. “Meet me at the cabin, someone just threatened Dainy.” I put the phone down but not before I hear his muttered fuck. “So what’s happening with Dainy?” He takes a sip of the whiskey he opted for, walking closer to the couch I am currently sitting on. I shrug, keeping my eyes on him, whilst my right index finger idly plays with the rim of the glass I have placed on the armrest, “Told you, somebody threatened her.” “I thought you got Kylie playing bffs’ with her this weekend, how the fuck does she get threatened when she practically has the mafia and the Satan Sniper’s guarding her every move.” He takes a big gulp of his drink stretching his neck. “They are not guarding her, and the mafia isn’t guarding anyone, they merely playing i-spy on Kylie for Vincent, there is a difference. I got a call thirty minutes ago from an anonymous male man. Said I should stop digging or Dainy will be wearing an orange suit.” “Fuck, how did this become so complicated?” He walks toward the three seater directly opposite me in three long strides, and sits down in a Kent fashion. “One small lie and now what? How long are we going to keep running in circles , lying , deceiving people?” “As long as it takes since when did you have a problem with it?” He finishes off his warm whiskey, “Don’t get me wrong I’m not complaining. Hell, cut me in, not like I have a choice but if the choice was there. Pick me, It’s just that this shit is going to bite us in the ass and I’m going to be the one cleaning this fucking mess up.”
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