Territorial Men 8: Kielton Grande

Prologue

PROLOGUE

KIELTON is sitting annoyingly on one of the chair inside their mansion's library room. His father, Sebastian Grande, a Filipino-Italian tycoon businessman is sitting on his swivel chair at the center of the long table, beside him is his mother, a Filipino-British former fashion model, Karrah Miller-Grande.

Their family is well-known for their cruise ships and other transportation that is use to travel by water. His father isn't retiring yet, but his older brother, Clinton is the one who help him with their family business.

At siya? Wala siyang kwenta sa paningin ng ama. His father expected too much from him ever since but he always ended up disappointing him. He's a big disappointment to his family, a fucking black sheep, a rebellious one, go and name it.

"What the hell are these, huh?!" Pabalang na inilapag ng ama ang mga larawan niya na kuha sa isang Club sa Cebu na nakikipagbasag-ulo.

It was taken just last night, he was drunk, he was with women when suddenly one of the woman's ex boyfriend attacked him. Sanay na sanay siyang makipag-basag ulo kaya hindi niya pinalampas ang pagkakataon na 'yon na pumatol, sinabayan pa ang init ng ulo niya.

"I already settled that."

"I don't care if you already settled that or not, what I want for you is to stop your fucking rebellion!" His father's voice raised, he was glaring at him.

"Honey," His mother hold his father's hand to calm him.

"Are you even aware that you are ruining our name?!"

Kielton clenched his jaw. Pinapakalma niya ang sarili kahit na ang dami-dami niyang gustong sabihin. Nang tignan siya ng ina sa nakiki-usap na mga mata, mas nahirapan siyang sumagot-sagot na naman.

"'Yang banda mo, 'yan ang sumisira sayo, Kielton. You're spending your time on that shit with your poor alcoholic band mates!"

Kielton opened his mouth to protest, but he fucking stopped himself again when he saw that his mother's eyes watered.

His parents are against him for choosing music over running their businesses, ang pinagkaiba lang ay hindi siya pinagsasalitaan ng masasakit ng ina, hindi katulad ng daddy niya na halos isumpa siya.

"They are not alcoholic," He muttered.

His father's face became darkened when he spoke. Hindi ito kailanman tatanggap ng dahilan niya, palagi siyang mali at ito ang tama. He's so tired dealing with his own father.

"Bakit hindi mo nalang gayahin ang kapatid mo at tumulong ka sa pagpapatakbo ng negosyo. Hindi 'yang ganyan, Kielton. Look at yourself," His father pointed a finger on him like as if he's some dirty trash that he can't accept. "I don't have a son like that, your tattoo almost cover your arm. You're not in the prison."

"This is art," he simply said. "I have it here, dad." Sa sobrang iritado ay gusto niyang galitin pa lalo ang ama para paalisin na siya at makatulog na.

Tumayo si Kielton at tumalikod, itinaas ang damit para makita ng daddy niya ang tattoo sa kanyang likod.

"That's not funny!" His father's angry voice thundered.