Page 49 of Poison Aches

“B-but… but I also work for you!” he chokes.

I smirk, and the asshole shrinks back, his one open eye looking like that of a crazed crackhead.

“You also work for me?”

“Yes, yes, sir! I can do anything for you, sir!”

“Does that include surveillance and sabotage?”

“S-sir?” he stutters. “I don’t understand w-what you mean.”

I tilt my head to the left. “Really?”

I have a thing about lies… I can’t stand them, as Freddy will find out soon.

I look to my right and Kai steps forward. Behind him are four men.

“Make it long, messy, and deliver the severed limbs to his kids’ school,” I instruct, then turn around to walk away.

“Whoa, whoa, wait… what’s happening? My kids…. You know I have kids?” Freddy cries, but I keep going. “Yes! Yes, I have been watching you and reporting back every detail to Master Easton! It was only under his order, sir!”

I stop.

Just then, the whole room starts vibrating.

Debris and loose cement showers down from the cracked ceiling with a shuddering creak that makes my father’s pathetic lap dog freeze in place as he realizes that I’m not joking.

“W-what was that?” he whispers, looking up. He wouldn’t know where we are because I had him moved while he was unconscious.

“You’ve been watching me for years, reporting your surveillance to my father. You really can’t recognize this place?” I ask disinterestedly. But that only makes him jerk back some more, ready to flee. “I’d save my energy if I were you.”

“No, sir, please… I was just doing what Master requested of me.”

“Yes, of course,” I nod in agreement. “After all, we can’t disobey orders.”

“Yes, yes, we can’t!” he readily agrees, nodding his head eagerly. “I was only following and watching you because Master thought you were on the move.”

I know all this.

My father made a poor, rash decision years ago that has caused him to live as a wanted man that lives on the run now.

He knows that from now on, he can never live as a free man. If he dares to show himself in society or even in the underbelly, the man he severely wronged will catch him… and God only knows what Eli Beaumont, George and Astraea’s father known as the Phoenix, will do to Syrus.

To be fucking honest, from my talks with George, I’ve since learned that Eli hasn’t made a move on my father yet, and I know it’s not because he can’t find Syrus, but because he was simply concentrating on being a grandfather lately.

I don’t believe that at all.

Eli Beaumont is just like my grandfather, both hardened, ruthless men that don’t give any second chances.

The only notable difference is, Grandfather is a greedy, selfish bastard that doesn’t give a damn about who he tears apart to achieve what he wants, not even the life or death of his own daughter.

Thing is, for Eli, the longer the matter of revenge seems to be dragged, the more profound and inescapable it will be when everything finally blows sky high.

“How is my father?” The last time I saw Syrus was at the Blues’ country club where all hell broke loose over a year ago. “Did you tell him about what I just found out?”

“W-what you just found… sir, I don’t think I follow.”

I turn around slowly, then walk back to him. “So I’m wrong then.”

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