Page 4 of Wreckage of My Life
In an unexpected move, he pulls the gun away from my head, and, as he points it toward the ceiling, he sets the safety back on.
My mother’s sigh of relief echoes through the room that’s filled with anger and resentment.
“This conversation is not over. Get the fuck out,” he growls at me. He then looks at my mother. “Arlene, stay.”
By the tone of his voice, I know that nothing good will happen in here once I leave the room. I can’t save my mother from my father’s wrath, and I know she will later pay for barging in like she did, however, I can save her right in this moment.
“I need her for that message.”
“What, you need your own personal assistant now? Like you’re a sissy boy?” Prez’s voice is filled with disgust.
“Pretty much,” I chuckle and give him the finger. I then grab my mother by the arm, quite forcefully, and I march her out of the office.
“Dylan,” she starts, but I cut her off.
“What the fuck were you doing eavesdropping like that? You wanna die?”
I know she busted into the room like that because she was listening at the door. If my father ever catches wind of her doing that, she’ll be dead on arrival.
“I will if that means saving your life.” She sounds offended now, but I don’t have time to care. I let go of her and go straight for the bar. I need a strong drink, no matter if it’s only ten in the morning.
“Dylan,” she whispers after me. “There really is a message for you, though.”
“Who was it?” I don’t care about any messages, especially if they are from a female. There's no one out there that can have anything for me that I want to hear.
"She said her name was Mia," she continues like she can't tell that I don't give a shit.
"Don't know anyone by that name," I shrug and signal for the prospect to get me a shot of tequila paired with a bottle of beer.
"She said she had something really important to tell you," Ma insists. She is kinda getting on my nerves now. I already told her I wasn't interested in whatever this was about.
“I don’t know who that is, Ma,” I throw the shot back and shake my head. “And I don’t care either.”
“Dylan,” she tries again.
“Stop fuckin’ calling me that,” I snarl into her face, startling her into taking two steps back. She should be scared of me, not bugging me with things that are not important.
“That’s your name.” She is scared but she is standing her ground, and I have to respect that. Maybe that’s where I got my stubbornness from. I always assumed it was from my father.
“Well, you can go call your other son by his given name,” I chuckle sarcastically, knowing that I’m hurting her with my comment. Chats with Wyatt are pretty few and far between. “The big time attorney-at-law. The apple of your eye,” I continue, and she winces.
“Dylan,” she steps back to the bar and leans against it. “I know you’re not happy, and…”
“And what? You’re gonna save me from all this shit?” I open my arms wide to encompass the entire room. Not very many people are around at this time of day, with most of them sleeping off whatever orgy they partook in last night, and the rest on runs or patrolling the area.
“I will if you need me to,” she whispers and looks around, like she’s scared of being heard.
“Maybe you should’ve picked a different sperm donor way back when,” I start laughing uncontrollably. God, I’m such an ass.
“Dylan.”
I snap. I grab her by her thin arm and pull her closer to me until my nose is inches away from her face. I am so angry right now, I am foaming at the mouth. The look on her face only proves that I look crazy in this moment.
“I told you not to call me that. Not toevercall me that. I am Wrecker,” I spit into her face. “Say it with me.Wrecker.”
What she says next completely shocks me to my core.
“She says she has your son.”
