Her Protector

Chapter Seven

I sat at the hotel waiting for my little w***e to show her face. The perks of being a Carter. I stared down at the picture of Ariel as my mind is fighting with itself. Is she my sister? No, She can’t. Mark will pay either way with her life or his. I didn’t care which one. When I get my hands that pretty little redhead. 

After a few minutes I looked at the clock. Where the hell is Tiffany? There was a knock on the door as I got up from the bed placing Ariel’s picture back in my wallet, I opened the door, “Well, it is about f*****g time, Tiff.” My only problem was, it wasn’t Tiffany. It was my f*****g father. He is such a weak man. Always want to do things by the book. Well, Dad there are devils out there and I am one of them. Making money off others without breaking a sweat.

“Son, What have you done?” He said as he held up a folder. He barged into my room as I shut the door, “I don’t know what you are talking about.” He shook his head, “I have raised you better than this Nicholas.” I shrugged my shoulders, “You tried.”  He bowed his head as he threw the folder on the bed, “Nicholas, She is your sister.” My eyes got wide as I tried to find the words, “What the f**k are you talking about.” He snarled at me, “Ariel Kingsley. She is your f*****g sister.” 

I sat down on the bed as I  reached over and took the file. My blood ran from my face as there was a DNA proving that she was my sister. Half sister.” I looked up at my father, “How?” He chuckled, “Did you really think that Timothy and Slate would have followed through your plans without telling me once they figured out who she was.”  

Fucking Slate. I am going to murder that man when this is all over. “Dad, It is not what it looks like.” He chuckled, “What it looks like is that you placed two and two together about my daughter that I was told was dead and kept from me. Not only that, You send Slate’s team to track her down. Then tell them that you wanted f**k the s**t out of her.” I shook my head, “Well, Now I don’t. She my f*****g sister.” He shook his head, “How did you get like this?” 

I turned my head away as he sighed, “I know about your dirty business deals, too. They need to stop Nicholas. I will not have my name be run in the mud because you hate me for some reason.” I looked at him, “Dad, Why did you come here? And in the middle of the night. What if I was asleep?” He chuckled, “I know you better than that son. Plus I ran into Tiffany downstairs. I gave her some money to go drink at the bar and find herself another john to play with.” 

My eyes got red as my blood boiled, “Why did you come here?” He placed his hand on my shoulder and leaned towards me, “If there is a hair on your sister’s head that is harmed by you and you sell your shares to the businesses back to me until you get your act together then I am going to make sure your life is a living hell.” He looked down, “I may not be able to save your soul from the way your mother taught you. I can at least make up the years I have lost with my daughter.” 

I pushed him away, “I am guessing you have met her.” He nodded, “I have.” I got to play this close to my chest. I will make her and Mark pay for what they did to my family. I looked up at him, “What is she like?” He tilted his head puzzle as his eyes softened, “What would any father ask in a daughter? She is sweet and kind.” I nodded as I went to the bar and gave myself a drink, “So, what are you going to give my shares to her?” He shook his head, “No, She will have her own however she doesn’t want them.” 

I shook my head in disbelief beside Mark we are one of the richest companies around, “Why?” He smirked, “She is not greedy. She wants to do things without help. She always had to fight so that is what she attended to do.” I shrugged my shoulders, “You are going to place them in her name without her knowing.” He shook his head, “She's going to need them soon.” I looked at him as I tilted my head, “What do you mean?” He smirked, “Time will tell.” 

What the f**k what that means? Time will tell. What the hell? If she wants to do it all on her own then why would my dad think she would need the money soon. Oh My God. She is pregnant. But by who. This is my chance to try to see what more he has on her.

“How far along is she?’ I asked. He tilted his head puzzle on why I would want to know that, “Don’t know. In fact I don’t think she knows. But she had that same glow that her mother did right before she found out that she was pregnant with her.” I took a sip of my brandy, “So, who is the daddy?” He smirked, “Her protector.” Her protector? Who the f**k… s**t. Slate. That motherfucker lied to me, he had her this whole time.

I looked out the window trying to come up with a plan in my head when my father’s voice brought me back to reality, “Don’t you touch her. And don’t touch my grandchild.” He chuckled, “Slate will kill you.” I looked back at him, “He is in love with her.” My father stepped closer to me, “Nickie, Don’t be stupid. Slate is not the kind of guy you want to piss off. And he is extremely overprotected with her.” 

I sighed, “Here the deal dad. I will leave the princess alone if I keep my shares.” He sighed, “I will allow you to keep your shares but you have cleaned up your act. You can’t be bullying other companies and doing shady s**t. It will get you killed, locked up and bring our world crashing down on us.” He started to walk to the door, “I would read that file that I brought to you. You may find some s**t about what your sister went through for her entire life and give you a new perspective on life.” 

He left the room as I stared at the file that my father brought to my room. She was abused! Beaten and r***d. Christ sixteen. I am f*****g animal but this is a whole new level. Wait! Walter Jones. That mother fucker. I bet he knew she was really my sister. He tried to convince me she wasn’t. He wanted to tell him when I was able to get my hands on her. I placed my head in my hands, What the f**k am I doing. Am I this person? Can I be so cruel to her? Hold on what is this.

A new person that I can snake my teeth in for my revenge. I don’t have to use Ariel after all. But Walter. I can’t let him know that Slate has her. Geese ! The DNA results. Dad was right, she is my sister. And I was going to… I feel sick right now. 

Did Walter use me? I have to tell Slate the truth. Yes I wanted to make Mark suffer for my mother but this I can’t hurt her knowing that she is my sister and no relations to Mark. If she had relations with him maybe but she doesn’t. Kara does though. Looking at this. It looks like Kara was treated like a princess and Ariel was their maid that they beat the s**t out of. f**k me. Once Walter finds out that I know the truth he is going to go after Ariel himself. 

I grabbed myself another drink for brandy as I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed Slate. “This is Slate?” I cleared my throat, “Slate, we need to talk.” He cleared his throat as I heard someone in the background laughing, “What is this about?” I shook my head, “I know the truth my father came to see me but I need to talk to you in person. And please keep Ariel away from my office. I will explain when I get back at the end of the week.” He sighed, “Call me with the time. Ariel will be watched by one of my men when I meet with you.” I sighed with a relief, “Good. I call you when and where.” 

Fuck. f**k. f**k. This is a f*****g mess. I looked at the file as my eyes widened at every single detail of Ariel’s life. Thank the lord, Slate and Timothy f****d me over on this. If I had done what I planned to then I would have… Christ, If Walter knew she was my sister, he is really a sick f**k. He gave me permission to f**k her. I knew she looked little like me in the baby pictures and that is why I questioned Walter but he said that there was no possible way that she could be. I am a piece of s**t. I need to fix this and I need Slate’s help. 

I decided that I need some answers from Walter. He is the one that placed her in my war path. I pulled out my phone, “What the f**k man it is like three clock in the morning.” I shook my head, “I know I am sorry. I was just thinking.” He sighed, “This is not about Ariel. I told you man. She is not your sister.” I looked down at the DNA results as I clenched my hands around it, “How can you be so sure?” He chuckled, “Trust me man. She is not. Remember she is not innocent in all this.” 

I had to get more information out of him, “What does that mean?” He sighed, “She screwed me out of a lot of money.” I tilted my head, “How?” He sighed as I looked and triple looked at the file, “That doesn’t matter. She needs to pay. If your guys don’t find her then my guy will.” My eyes widened, “What are you talking about?” He chuckled, “You remember Carl?” I shook my head, “What about him?” He slowly growled, “He is looking for her right now. He said he may have an idea where she is.” s**t, I need to warn Slate but I need to make sure that he may know where she is, “Oh?” He laughed, “Yeah, He ran into Mikey and he said that Slate was with her almost a month ago at a gas station.” f**k. I need to make sure that Slate didn’t run into Mikey. I need to call Mikey. He will help us, I hope. 

Walter yawned, “Relax, One way another you will get to f**k with the redhead then send her to me. I give you a day to f**k with her.” I felt sick as I realized the guy is ten years older than her and he r***d her when he was twenty six. Wait what is this. A death report for her mother. Christ Mark is sicker than I thought. Killed his own wife right after she just gave birth. I wonder why he decided not to kill Ariel.  s**t Slate didn’t know Walter had set this all up and sent out f*****g Carl. This is not good. What did I do?