“If you didn’t want to do it, why agree?” I ask my eldest sister, Kylie who is on the end of the phone I currently place down, putting on speaker. I sit my denim covered ass on the breakfast nook eating my double cheese burger I ordered an hour ago. It tastes like shit. Not as shitty as my life but close.
“I never said I didn’t, nobody besides the family knows Diamonds gone, Dainy ain’t stupid, she already suspects something is up. I shouldn’t have used Diamond as an excuse to get her over here in the first place..” Kylie retorts.
My sister and I are not as close as she is with the Stones, and recently she isn’t even close to them. But we do share a common gene, we are both Marcus Bray’s children. We don’t need to be close to count on one another. Diamond , her best friend since second grade and my foster sister since my dad decided to take custody of Diamond, recently left to some unknown government location. My dad was the one to inform me of this little bit of news a few days back.
Like always I had nothing to say about it, Diamond was crazy but cool. She stayed with us practically every weekend but the thing is our house is four floors high, with seventeen bedrooms. Much bigger and grandeur in comparison to The Estate. My room is on the far left, away from everybody besides my father. So unless I was actually in the same space as Diamond I hardly spoke to her. But she was for all intent and purposes part of our family and I did feel a tinge of sadness that she was gone, more so for Kylie.
But I would never share that with my father or sisters. When it comes to my family as a whole I tend to stay out of it. I am the quiet one, preferring to stay out of drama. For this reason and many, I also prefer to spend my weekends faraway from here.
“Ask someone else, I’m sure Reagan can do it, it’s his girl.” Lifting my burger, I take another big bite of my crappy burger.
“One week Mason.” I sit up when I hear this. There is something Kylie has that I need for a while, but my stingy sister has continuously said no.
“It is two days Kylie, fourth eight hours with Dainy. “
“If I wasn’t so sure Papa is your daddy , now would be the time I am. Fine.” I hear the groan but i ain’t buying shit, this is my sister she is worse than me,
“So?” I question my hard headed sister ,
“Two weeks Mason, you scratch my bike and it will be the last thing you scratch, now, what time are you coming?” I smile full on when I hear the words I have tried to get out of her for the last three months.
“Book me a flight.” I say, just as I finish off the last of my dinner.
“Why can’t you take the jet.” Because if our father finds out I left the house after he grounded me he is going to fuck me up. I think it, but I don’t tell Kylie that instead I bellow
“Fuck no, book me a damn flight, I’m on my way to the airport.”
“Then make tracks, I’ll send you the confirmation. “ She snaps back in that bossy tone of hers.
“Yeah, yeah. Later.” The phone goes dead on my ear, which is a normal with my sister.
When Kylie was younger, my sister Natasha and I had just moved in permanently with my dad. My mom died not long after that, and Kylie’s mother upped and left. One would expect our circumstances to have brought us closer but it didn’t.
Kylie preferred to spend her days with my father. Most of the time they would fly to Washington and spend weekends at my dads penthouse. While Natasha stayed with Lisa, my dad’s sister here at the house. I was a lost eight year old with nothing to do and no one to talk to so I got bored and purchased myself a pair of binoculars from the local mall. Best thing I ever did. The same day I bought it was the same day I met Dexter. Turned out he stayed three houses away from me. Turned out he didn’t have a mother. Turned out he was just as eager to spy on the locals as I was.
It turned out a lot of things we thought and did were similar. Which is why him and I became so close. I get up off the breakfast nook, grab my phone, walking toward the long spiral staircase I run up three flights of stairs, then speed dial Dexter.
It rings three times, “Hey, hey motherfucker.” He yells from the other end of the line.
“Jackass, how did the meeting with Sabastian go?” I ask him as I take the long hall toward the packing closets where Kendra, our housekeeper leaves the travelling bags.
“Some dude is threatening Sabastian by threatening Dainy. Got to do some digging, you up for it?” That is the thing about Dexter and I nobody knows. We are worse than women , we tell each other everything and also help one another.
Most of the time I am the one who helps him. After his dad died he inherited his family fortune as well as his families debt that was only payable in time.
And I meant time as in his obedience to be Delroys dirt cleaner and genie. Whatever the Delroys needed they would get it from Dexter. For the rest of his life he would have to work for the Delroys. Doing all their dirty work, cleaning up all their messes, finding all of their fucked shit art pieces they were so keen on collecting. It was a fucked up gig if you ask me, but blood is blood, we inherit the money and name we got to inherit the shit that come with it too.
“Yeah, but I called to cancel for tonight, Kylie offered me her bike if I babysit Dainy Hallow for the weekend, we need the bike.”
He chuckles, “Fuck, I doubted she will agree to look after Dainy without a back up, heard your sister has been on lockdown since Diamond left, and fuck how the hell did she offer you her bike, fuck man, once we have that bike we can finally find that damn disc.” That is the point.
A few months back, Dexter and I stumbled upon a box of CD’s with locations and map point on them in my dad’s old office on the first floor. We were clearing the place out and deciding where we were going to put my gaming stuff and the new pool table my dad got me for my birthday.
We checked the CD’S out and it took us a month to go through them all.
Once we deciphered it we found that one of the CD’s were missing. Diamond happened to walk in on us the one morning and Dexter didn’t think it was a secret so he shared our findings with Diamond.
She then proceeded to tell us that her and Kylie saw these CD’s years ago and that the other piece was locked in the vault which only Kylie and my dad had keys to.
Diamond also mentioned that the keys happened to be on Kylie’s bike. What she didn’t mention is that it was on my sisters new bike. The one that currently stayed in Washington in my dad’s garage.
After I heard that, my interest in motorbikes became an all time high , well according to Kylie it was my new teenage phase. Since then I have bugged Kylie to let me ride her bike. And she easily refused me every time until now.
“Once we have that piece we can finally put this stuff together and find out what was my family hiding.” I say to him as I open the closet door.
“So back to Sebastian , are you up for a bit of hacking??”
“Dude, am I ever not up for cracking peoples secrets?” He chuckles as I pull the black Ferrari back pack out of the long mirrored cupboard.
“Cool, see you Sunday, enjoy.” Dexter clicks the call off and I put my phone in my back pocket.
“Let’s get this fuck show done,” I say to myself
Listen , speak , learn, that is what I have done today. I listened to my stupid coach screaming in my ear as I did !y drills. I spoke when I needed to and I learned, I learned that I was actually sick and fucking tired of this asshole. He has had my ass since last week. Not sure what is up the guys ally. But when I got home today, I decided fuck it. It is Saturday evening. I should be out and today it is exactly what I am doing
The Delroys are hosting a dinner party tonight, and my dad was in no way going to make it with the important deal he has going on in Toronto tonight, so it ended up on me.
I step in front of the long length cupboard mirror. My bow tie hanging loosely around my shirt collar. Buttoning up my shirt I look at the scratches Dainy left Thursday evening. It never ceases to amaze me how wild and crazy she gets sometime.
In fact the other day she left me speechless when she walked into my bedroom with nothing but a red tiny piece of material covering her snatch. Her hair was curled to the side, and she had this deep red lipstick painting her lips.
Just thinking about now has me going hard. And there is nothing I can do about it right now, as my girlfriend decided to spend her time with Kylie. Which is weird because from my knowledge Kylie hasn’t been taking visitors.
But what do I know. Recently things with Rainy is going great. I never looked at myself as a one woman man until I ended up in Dainy’s bed.
Then I was thinking how I messed up, but now as I tie my bow and grab my black tux jacket , I can honestly say thank fuck I did go steady with Dainy, if I didn’t I am sure Sabastian would have her all wrapped up in him by now.
I see the way he looks at my girl, I haven’t said a thing about yet. So far he hasn’t made any plays and I can’t fault the guy for wanting her back, I mean look at her. But Dainy is mine and I am glad she isn’t coming with me tonight. Tonight is the time Sebastian Delroy and I settle somethings.
Death and fear, is it something that works hand in hand, are the two related? Since my arrival in Liston Hills I have come to an involuntary stop trying to find out who killed my father.
Where ever I go I am left with more questions than answers. Gina Lorne my mother’s evil sister died recently and I know her death is somehow linked to my fathers. Proving my theory a few days ago was impossible. But not now. Today, thanks to Mason Bray I have hope.
Mason Bray has followed me continuously these last few weeks and when I snuck into the morgue he made himself visible. I thought about lying and giving him a lame reason why I was practically breaking into the police stations morgue but in the end I just told him the truth.
The guy is crazy, because when I did he offered to help, he bribed the cleaner and before we knew it we were inside getting a first row seat to the dead woman who stirred up things in a dead town.
Not to say that anything came out of it. We found nothing surprising, nothing to indicate the link of Gina and my fathers deaths.
And now a few weeks later here I am looking at the monstrosity of old double doors that came out of a Tomb raiders novel.
It is an easy four meters high and while the Bray house and The Estate are massive, this house is medieval, maybe slightly smaller than the Estate but its like an antique in the form of a house.
Taking in a much needed deep breath I lift my hand to the big square button on the top of the left door and press.
When I was at the main gate a woman buzzed me in and it took me at least five minutes to walk to the house.
Who needs a driveway so long? The people in Liston Hills love their big houses but I notice they are obsessed with their yards. It makes me wonder whether keeping the yards clean is just another way to hide the secrets that are laying in wait inside their homes.
The doors swings open with a loud creak and the blond haired billionaire and CEO of Kent Vaults International stands in from of me with a small girl attached to his back.
My eyes widen when I see that she looks just like him, and a million and one thoughts erupt in my head,
“Hey, you must be Dexter, Mason sent me.” I say as my gaze tracks back to the little girl on his back that is now peeping at me.
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