❝𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞❞

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
Bouncing on my feet, I waited outside for Knox to open the door or his wife. My grandfather had dropped off the check last night for me in my room.
It's a shame that it wasn't going to do him any favours tho.
He was still going to have his face plastered on every media outlet there is in New York.
"What are you doing here, kid?" Fuck this dude was tall.
"I came to drop this off." I handed him the envelope.
It took him a minute before he realised what it was, "you might want to cash it in before this afternoon. God knows he'll try to get it back once the news hits."
"I don't need his money, kid."
I sighed, "I know...put it towards your kid or Finn. She works her ass off; she deserves a break every once in a while."
"And if she finds out don't tell her it's from me. She already imagines a hundred ways she could kick my ass...I don't want it to become a reality,"
"I learnt the hard way, believe me."
I let out a snort. I could only imagine the hell she put him through. She was a damn menace when she wanted to be. But underneath it all, she was just like everyone else. a girl who wanted a normal life, but I had to jump in and ruin that life for her.
"Alright, I'm off. I don't want her seeing me hear and questioning what I'm doing."
"Watch your surroundings, kid. It's going to be one hell of a ride until this thing cools down."
I sighed, "yeah...I know."
Heading back into my car, my phone started blaring, "What is it now Tristan?"
"Have you looked at the tabloids recently? Everyone is going insane over this story Dean. I think you just made my career."
I sighed, "anything else going on or is that it?"
"Oh right, there are photos of your grandfather leaving the office, so I'd keep an eye out. The man looked pissed."
I sure as hell would be too.
"Yeah, I'm more than capable of taking care of myself."
Running my fingers through my hair, I gripped the wheel and started the car heading out to his apartment. He didn't have many, but he had a few. He wasn't going to his main one since it would be swarmed with paparazzi and journalists badgering him for questions. he had one being renovated so it left his apartment in the lower east side that not many knew about.
This was going to be fun.
🌹🌹🌹
The sound of his door creaking open echoed through the apartment. It took him long enough to get here. I kept the lights off in the room. I like the element of surprise with him. it was fun scaring the crap out of him.
"I was wondering when you would decide to show up...Didn't think it would take you this long old man," I threw my head back finishing the last drop of his whisky.
His ragged breathing echoed in the kitchen. He stood there in silence for a moment, and I could feel the anger, the betrayal coming from him. Just what I wanted to feel from him.
"After everything I had done for you, this is how you pay me back. This is what you do to me."
I chuckled, "everything you've done for me? let's see what you've done. You controlled my life. My passions. My dreams. My careers. You threatened to cut me off when I started playing sports. You cost me my relationship. You almost ruined her family and their work. Not to mention that you had paid a couple of teenagers to set her up and assault her...those are some real nice things you've done for me old man."
"I did those things to protect you from potentially screwing up your life."
"No, you did it so I wouldn't screw up your business or your image." I felt the anger in me rise.
"You did that because you didn't like the fact I may have been interested in something other than your business. You did that because you couldn't stand I was in love with your biggest competitor's goddaughter, and you wanted her gone. don't act as if you did anything for me...it was all for you."
"You were going to post that article whether or not I gave you that money or not?"
I sighed, standing up from the bar stool, "it isn't fun when someone you love stabs you in the back is it, old man...now you know how it feels." I grabbed my things
"You have nothing without me, Dean. No business. No future. Nothing."
I chuckled, "that's the beauty of being young. I have more than enough time to figure it all out and still come up on top."
"You're a fool if you think you can get anything done now that you've tainted our names, Dean. You'll never escape from my shadow."
"On the contra, I have dear grandfather. While you were busy hiding and running from the media. I made it well known where these media outlets got their information from. Fed them my innocent story of how I was unable to stand the twisted and fucked up crap you did and believe that no man would do as such should be able to walk away. I'm painted as an innocent victim which I am to your corrupt past."
"You've always told me karma was a real thing and to be weary of my actions...it's a pity that you never took your own advice."
"You damn little bastard!"
He charged at me, swinging a terrible right hook.
Grabbing hold of his wrist, I twisted it behind his back and shoving him back, "still terrible old man,"
I felt a sharp stabbing in my lower abdomen. Looking down I caught sight of his fucking pocketknife, digging into me.
I felt the air in my lungs being stripped out as he twisted the knife, "And you're still too slow, Dean."
Yet still, he was too slow to stop them from releasing everything to the world.