The Lost Son

Chapter 10

Poseidon POV

Poseidon's Bugatti veyron

I smiled as I drove home from dropping Percy at his apartment. I felt happy with the way today had gone exactly as I planned and I actually talked to him without him freaking out and running or cowering from me. I won't lie, I was worried for the boy judging by the way he acted around me for the first time but I was in no place to question him about it.

I would take it step by step and let him open up to me slowly. I had no idea why I was doing this. My secretary  told me countless times that my investment in the kid was totally weird and I completely agree with her. I had no explanation for my behaviour and I wasn't trying to find one. I already had her do a background check on the boy and what we found was horrifying.

The stepfather was a dangerous man who was on the FBI's radar for accusations on smuggling of drugs, countless unexplainable murders, illegal gambling and child sex trafficking. The only reason he wasn't arrested yet was because they were unable to find any kind of solid proof to connect him to the allegations. My gut felling told me that man had was invoked in some serious shot and a lot more than he was being accused of. Percy wasn't safe there and I wanted him out of there as possible but there wasn't much I could do. I had no legal right over the kid. I was just some stranger who stumbled upon him in an alley.

I only knew the kid for like one week but I already felt so overprotective over him. I even called my brother, hades and practically begged him to use his contacts to make sure the asshole wasn't anywhere near Percy for a little while. I don't know what he did and I would rather keep it that way. Apart from my sister hestia, hades was actually one of the few people in my family who I can stand, but for me to actually make an effort to talk to him meant serious shit was going down.

There really is something wrong with me.
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Percy POV

We kind of fell into a routine. Poseidon would text me letting me know if we could hang out during the weekend or a weekday if he was free. We didn't see each other much on weekdays since he had a company to run but we did see each other a lot on weekends. Sometimes I would spend the night at his place on Fridays and go home on Sunday afternoon.

I told my mom that I would be with grover on such weekends and he was all but happy to cover for me while he coddled his new girlfriend. Poseidon was a cool guy. Laid back and east to talk to than most people. Sometimes I felt like we were just two teenagers hanging out instead of a sixteen and thirty year old man. Sometimes he acted like an overprotective suburban dad which was kind of weird and funny at the same time. It n. There was a time I pranked him by lying face down at the bottom of his pool pretending I was drowning. I almost laughed out loud when I remembered how frantic he was trying to give me CPR. Lets just say he didn't talk to me for the rest of the weekend.

It was Friday and I was anxious to get out of this shithole as soon as possible. Poseidon had promised me we would bake blue cookies once o was at his place and I had paid no attention in my afternoon classes at the promise of food. What time is it? 3:49.

OK I can totally make it these last minutes. Just focus on the board. I couldn't understand what the hell that s idiot was saying and all the words were doing backflips on the board. I checked my each again

3:50

Are you fucking kidding me. I looked at the teacher as she proceeded to explain something about titanic plates.

3:55

Only five more minutes left. Come on. Why won't that stupid clock move faster.

3:56