Beautiful Mistake

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

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"What the hell did you just say?" Richard whispered, shock wracking through him as he tried to process what Ian said.

Ian let out a deep sigh, shaking his head as if he too didn't believe what he was saying. "Drake's father is dead."

Richard was quiet while he grabbed another chair and dragged it in front of Ian. Placing it, he heavily sat on the chair with a huff. He then lifted his hands up to rub his tired face, "You mean Oscar?"

Ian let out an impatient sigh, "Who else, idiot? Drake's father, Oscar, was found dead in his cell."

"Oh my - Shit." Richard breathed, as if the news finally hit him. "Oh shit, does Drake know? Does Nancy know?"

Ian shook his head, leaning back at the chair with a loud groan. "No, I don't think so. Shoot, I don't think they even knew that Oscar was in jail. He ditched them when Drake was only seventeen, right? I don't think Nancy cared enough to keep track of her ex-husband."

Richard nodded, remembering when Drake said he wanted nothing to do with his father. "Which jail?"

Ian shrugged, "I'm not sure of the name. The last time I heard about him was a few years ago when he left after the family's reputation gone to shit. I believe he was in Florida."

"Then how do you know he's dead?" Richard asked, remembering how the news of Drake's involvement with the gang caused the 'scandal' around their area.

The local media was solely focusing on Drake, that they were completely ignorant; not knowing that one of their powerful men was leading an infamous group of misfits.

Ian shot him a look, as if the answer was obvious.

It took Richard a few minutes to decipher his look before his own facial expression heightened with anger and surprise. "You idiot."

Ian brought his hands up in surrender, "Hey! You still talk to them too!"

Richard stood up, feeling irritated towards Ian as he went to his refrigerator to grab a random beer. He needs some of this toxic to keep his mind dimmed.

He took a large gulp, relishing the stale taste as it streams down his throat. "You're bloody engaged to Alona now, you moron! I told you, I'll handle everything; you can just do the whole spying thing for me."

Ian opened his mouth to interrupt, but Richard shot him a glare, clearly stating he wasn't finished talking. "The whole reason why Drake broke up with Emma in high school was because he was involved in the gang and didn't want her to be part of it!"

Ian rolled his eyes, "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying you're going to put Alona in danger." Richard snapped, wanting to punch his friend in the face for being so completely stupid. "She's in danger if you're still talking to them."

"Way to be hypocritical." Ian scoffed, feeling annoyed. "You're still keeping in touch with our," He made an exaggerating gesture, "wonderful sweet friends, yet I can't?"

Richard only glared at him, wanting to hurl insults after insults for his lack of understanding. "You know why I'm doing this."

Ian could only smirk back, crossing his arms. "Perfect! Then you know why I'm doing this."

"Whatever." Richard said quietly, feeling tired all of a sudden. "How are we going to tell Drake?"

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The next day

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Emma sat on the couch, trying to finish this really intriguing novel but couldn't find herself to continue on with her reading. Every time she would read a sentence, the sound of Aidan's laughter and screams, mixing with Drake's amused chuckles and playful noises, kept interrupting her.