stopped blaming me.
I had nothing to do with her aneurysm. It was a medical mystery, but it didn't matter. In his eyes, I might as well have caused it.
We'd never love each other. Never actually respected one another.
We both knew it.
“You did your duty. But you could’ve let me know. I had a lot of work for you and I had to find someone else.”
“Did you? Find someone else?” I asked, my lips pursed. I didn't want to do his damn dirty work.
“For some of the things. But I have a list of work for you.” He slid a laundry list of shit over to me. No doubt it was people that he and James thought deserved a lesson.
My hands were itching to pummel someone, but that wasn’t who I wanted to be.
I needed to be someone better. Something more. But this was my life. At least until he was gone. I'd been hoping for so long that something would happen, but I always thought it would be murder. Most men don't stay at the top until they retire. No, they go out by nefarious hands.
I just hoped it would be sooner rather than later.
I never expected it to be part of my own scheming. It almost made me feel dirty. Until I looked into his eyes. Then I felt totally vindicated.
“Anything else you need?” I asked.
“Yeah. I need to know what your deal is.” He flicked his cigar into the ashtray and then looked up at me with new eyes.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“You heard me. You come in here, acting like you’re better than me. What’s your deal, boy? Do you need another lesson?”
I could probably beat the shit out of him if I wanted, but that was the last thing I needed to think about. My best bet was to get the fuck away from him and do what I needed to do. We had a plan; it was going to work. I just needed to let it happen.
But I couldn’t shut my fucking mouth.
“My problem is that you only beckon to me when you absolutely need something from me. I’m your goddamn son. Maybe you could show an interest. Give a shit?”
He stared at me for a long moment and then he laughed. He fucking laughed. Right in my god damned face.
“You think I don’t give a shit about you? I’m setting up a goddamn empire for you, you ungrateful little shit. You never appreciated it. You never appreciated me. And now you come walking in here like you fucking own the place. Well, let me tell you, you ignorant little ass wipe. I brought you into this world and I can sure as hell take you out.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
“You want to make this a thing?” he said, his snarl very real. “I don’t think you want to get on my bad side, Janson Michael Mactavish.”
It was meant to throw weight around, but it didn’t mean a damn thing. He didn’t mean a damn thing to me.
We were just two people who shared a name.
“You got anything else for me?” I asked again. I didn’t want to continue this conversation. I would take it to a place where I couldn’t get back from. We both knew it.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Actually, I need you to pick up my dry cleaning. Bring it to my place. Lacy will be there waiting.”
Lacy was my twenty-three-year-old “stepmother”. He seemed to trade up as soon as they hit thirty, but this one was a real piece of fucking work.
He knew I hated her; this was my punishment. I would take it if it meant defusing the situation.
“Fine,” I said as I stood. Fuck him. Fuck everything he stood for.
“Oh, and Janson?” he called to me.
“Yeah?” I asked. I was so done with him.
“Your job is to be loyal to Greyson, but your life depends on being loyal to me. Don’t fucking forget it.” He grabbed up his cigar and took a long puff.
I fought the urge to spit the sour feeling out of my mouth right onto his face. I needed to get the hell out of there.
So I turned and stormed off.
That man had the ability to make me feel like a petulant teenager even twenty years later.
But he would get what was coming to him.
Kathryn
All I had to do was confront my father. Go back
I had nothing to do with her aneurysm. It was a medical mystery, but it didn't matter. In his eyes, I might as well have caused it.
We'd never love each other. Never actually respected one another.
We both knew it.
“You did your duty. But you could’ve let me know. I had a lot of work for you and I had to find someone else.”
“Did you? Find someone else?” I asked, my lips pursed. I didn't want to do his damn dirty work.
“For some of the things. But I have a list of work for you.” He slid a laundry list of shit over to me. No doubt it was people that he and James thought deserved a lesson.
My hands were itching to pummel someone, but that wasn’t who I wanted to be.
I needed to be someone better. Something more. But this was my life. At least until he was gone. I'd been hoping for so long that something would happen, but I always thought it would be murder. Most men don't stay at the top until they retire. No, they go out by nefarious hands.
I just hoped it would be sooner rather than later.
I never expected it to be part of my own scheming. It almost made me feel dirty. Until I looked into his eyes. Then I felt totally vindicated.
“Anything else you need?” I asked.
“Yeah. I need to know what your deal is.” He flicked his cigar into the ashtray and then looked up at me with new eyes.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“You heard me. You come in here, acting like you’re better than me. What’s your deal, boy? Do you need another lesson?”
I could probably beat the shit out of him if I wanted, but that was the last thing I needed to think about. My best bet was to get the fuck away from him and do what I needed to do. We had a plan; it was going to work. I just needed to let it happen.
But I couldn’t shut my fucking mouth.
“My problem is that you only beckon to me when you absolutely need something from me. I’m your goddamn son. Maybe you could show an interest. Give a shit?”
He stared at me for a long moment and then he laughed. He fucking laughed. Right in my god damned face.
“You think I don’t give a shit about you? I’m setting up a goddamn empire for you, you ungrateful little shit. You never appreciated it. You never appreciated me. And now you come walking in here like you fucking own the place. Well, let me tell you, you ignorant little ass wipe. I brought you into this world and I can sure as hell take you out.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
“You want to make this a thing?” he said, his snarl very real. “I don’t think you want to get on my bad side, Janson Michael Mactavish.”
It was meant to throw weight around, but it didn’t mean a damn thing. He didn’t mean a damn thing to me.
We were just two people who shared a name.
“You got anything else for me?” I asked again. I didn’t want to continue this conversation. I would take it to a place where I couldn’t get back from. We both knew it.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Actually, I need you to pick up my dry cleaning. Bring it to my place. Lacy will be there waiting.”
Lacy was my twenty-three-year-old “stepmother”. He seemed to trade up as soon as they hit thirty, but this one was a real piece of fucking work.
He knew I hated her; this was my punishment. I would take it if it meant defusing the situation.
“Fine,” I said as I stood. Fuck him. Fuck everything he stood for.
“Oh, and Janson?” he called to me.
“Yeah?” I asked. I was so done with him.
“Your job is to be loyal to Greyson, but your life depends on being loyal to me. Don’t fucking forget it.” He grabbed up his cigar and took a long puff.
I fought the urge to spit the sour feeling out of my mouth right onto his face. I needed to get the hell out of there.
So I turned and stormed off.
That man had the ability to make me feel like a petulant teenager even twenty years later.
But he would get what was coming to him.
Kathryn
All I had to do was confront my father. Go back
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