CHAPTER FOUR
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NATHAN’s POV.
My head whips towards uncle Colleen as his words settle in my head. What the heck did he mean by my father willing everything to him?
Anger envelopes me but I keep my cool. Why the heck am I even surprised when he is the uncle Colleen. The one that didn’t bat an eyelid when he killed my father.
“You and my father owned a company together?” I force the words out of my mouth and all heads turn to me, including August. This is not part of the script, the one the two of us planned together but I can’t give uncle Colleen that luxury. I don’t even want him to get a slip up about anything at all.
“You don’t know?” Ophelia asks from where she is sitting, “or you forgot?”
“I cannot remember a lot of things” I tell her, “and I do not remember anything about that business”
“It’s a shame then,” August says, “you must have really forgotten a whole lot. I am glad uncle Colleen is here to assist you in that”
The old man chuckles as his head slowly turns towards me. I can see the look of mischief lingering in his old tired eyes. The thought of reaching out and gouging out his eyes envelopes me but I keep calm—too soon will spoil the fun.
“I don’t think he has to worry about that” uncle says, “I can handle everything. He needs to focus on building a name here like he has done in Luxembourg”
“I won’t be doing that alone, deputy” my voice come out, slightly slurred and the anger in his eyes gladdens my heart, “but I can leave you to handle the business for now”
“Enough about business” the president finally says, “we should go have dinner, it might get cold soon” he adds as he slowly pulls himself off the couch.
Everyone does the same except me. I am still trying to calm my mind, understanding everything that has happened. My mother was murdered, my father was murdered and his killer stole everything he had.
Fuck! I am about to lose my f*****g mind. I rake my fingers through my hair and grit my teeth. Oh, I am going to make sure uncle Colleen wishes for a quick death and he won’t get it.
“Let’s go, General,” August’s voice pulls me out of my train of thought, “the president has already gone to the table”
“Sure” I nod and stand up before following them to the dining room.
Dinner is a chatty one but silent for me. A few times, I will get asked a question about my stay in Luxembourg and how I was able to join the army there. I try my best to answer all of them without showing how furious I am. By the time dinner is finished, my anger remains only a little but that doesn't change the fact that I want to hurt Uncle Colleen so badly.
“It is a very delicious dinner, sir” I say as I finally drop my cutlery, “thank you for having me”
“The pleasure is ours” he beams, “feel free to stop by anytime, general. I will be pleased to have you around”
From the corner of my eyes, I see uncle Colleen shift uneasily on his chair. He hates when I am called General. That name automatically put him in my line of sight as the deputy. He can’t even hide the fact that he wants my name so bad. How can an old man be this greedy?
“I will hold you to your word then, sir”
“Of course” he chuckles, “please do. Agreeing to come back to your country to help after everything that has happened is really applaudable. Hold me by my words, anytime”
“Thank you so much sir”
The chat continues for a few more minutes before it is finally time to leave. Uncle Colleen feels rather reluctant to leave but I have had enough. I might actually lose it if I remain here.
So while everyone is still busy chatting, I finally excuse myself and make my way out to the porch. Maybe a few minutes of silence will help me calm down completely. Being in the same space with that murderer has a lot going through my mind and right now, I chose not to shove it to the back of my head.
As soon as I step on the porch, I pull out a pack of cigarettes from my jacket and light it up, allowing the light to cast a shadow on my face for a few seconds. The security guards around, they didn’t seem to care so much and it’s not like I am doing something wrong—I mean anything to take my mind off that bastard.
“I didn’t know you smoked” a familiar voice filters through my ears and I clench my teeth together. I left because I wanted my alone time but here she is, sniffing me out like a bloodhound.
I turn to her, the cigarette still sticking from my lips.
“Yes, I do” I answer, “Is that a crime?”
Ophelia chuckles gently. Right now, she doesn’t even look like someone in the army which makes me wonder why her father would push someone like her into the army. She looks too frail and fragile, I can almost imagine her on the battlefield and it is hilarious.
“Not at all, General,” she goes ahead to respond, l mean I didn’t know you smoked. You never did eight years back”
“Well, this is now” I shrug, “and it’s not like i remember what happened eight years ago so—
“About that” Ophelia takes a step closer, giving me a full view of her face.
Gosh! I badly want to crush her head against the wall and send her battered body to her father since he likes murder so much.
“I didn’t get a chance to show my condolences to you then. I am really sorry for your loss”
“Thank you, Ophelia. That is very thoughtful of you”
“If you need anything at all, you can let me go”
She sounds sincere but that doesn’t change the fact that she has Colleen’s blood running through her veins. No matter how much she tries to mask it, she will always be like her father.
“I don’t think your father will like that very much”
“He is happy you are back” she beams, “he has been talking about you nonstop and how surprised he is that you are actually alive,”
“Hmmm” I nod, “I see”
She is not only naïve—she is stupid too.
“Anyways. Thank you for your kind words”
Her smile widens a little, the corner of her eyes crinkles. She looks happy, genuinely happy.
Wait until I wipe that smile off her face.
“I should get back inside” she says after a while, “you look like you really want to be alone. You should—
I take a step closer to her, only a few inches away from her. My huge frame is towering above her and she raises her head almost immediately.
“What?” Her jaw drops, a look of confusion flashing across her face.
My lips curl into a tiny smile as I see her old man freeze by the door when he sees how close we are—almost too close for comfort.
I lean forward, my eyes staring deep into hers. If she is smart enough, she will actually notice the murderous tendency lingering in my eyes but all I can see is a woman fawning over me—pathetic!
“You have something in your hair” I whisper into her ear, “do you want me to take it out?”
“You don’t—” Ophelia tries to speak but her father’s angry voice slashes through the air like a thunderstorm.
“Get the hell away from my daughter!” Uncle Colleen grits as I pull away from her—my smirk widens so hard as all eyes turn to him, even the president.
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