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29 - The Cold ✔️

+Elijah

I hate retaliation.

Only because it takes too much planning.

Each and everything you do has to be strategic, or else it'll fall apart quicker than you can say the word shit. I grasped the concept of planning at a young age, hence why I'm tired of doing it... but at the same time, good at it.

My father used to always say, "Make a plan. Then make another for that plan and then another." Which meant, always have a backup plan.

When it comes down to retaliation, you only get one backup plan for when things go to shit. And as I sit here in Cort's car, I'm hoping I won't need a backup plan. "So you're not gonna talk to me, the entire ride there?" Cort asks, tapping his thumb on the steering wheel. His voice annoys me and he can't drive for the life of him but he's a close friend, so I tolerate him.

"You told Brandy about Trinity," I mutter, using my arm as support to keep my head up.

"You're still on about that shit, I said I was sorry." He glanced at me. "Please don't tell me you like her, she's annoying and asks way too many questions."

"Watch your mouth when you talk about her. She's the mother of my child, which means calling her out, is calling me out." I pause, looking out the window. "Mind your business when it comes down to the second part."

He shakes his head. "You like her, don't you?" He questions, but I don't answer. My silence speaks for itself. "You're father's not gonna be fond of that."

"Like I give two fucks about what he's fond of. Like everything else I've done, he'll learn to live with it." My jaw clenches. "Did you know the old bastard was here?" An associate of mine called me earlier today to inform me about my father's arrival in the great city of fuck ups. It took me by surprise seeing as the bastard never told me he was coming here. Him being here wasn't gonna do any good, knowing him, he's definitely up to something.

I just don't know what... yet.

I was going to tell Brandy about it, but she seems like she's been through enough for today.

Cort frowns. "Of course I didn't know. I'm offended you'd even ask. I'd be the first one to tell you if I did. You of all people know that."

I take in a breath, relaxing my shoulders. He was telling the truth. "Sorry." I apologize. "I'm just tired of him and his stupid games. I've spent my entire life trying to be the son he wants, but he doesn't make it any fucking easy." Watching the random people outside, the world seems like it moves in slow motion as Cort drives through the city. "Having a kid makes me realize how much of a dick he is."

"I have yet to meet that famous heir of yours. Me and everyone else back home." Says, Cort. "Are you ever gonna bring him home? You know, to let him get familiar with the place you grew up at. The longer it takes, the more of an outsider people will see him."

"I'm about to be the leader of the whole organization, he'll never be considered an outsider."

"So then when are you bringing him home?"

My shoulders shrug. "His mother... she isn't used to our lifestyle. I doubt she'd even want him to be there if she knew all the shit that takes place over there. If I go back right now, I know I'll have to stay... which is why I should take a break when I'm done with Andreas."