Submerged(Bound Together Book 1)(30)

 

“Hi, I need to speak with you for a moment,” I tell him, my heart rate nearing an alarming speed right now. I knew I was coming over here to talk to him about the car being stolen and maybe find out whatever else I could find out about what happened twenty-two years ago.

 

“What is it?” he asks, face full of concern.

 

“My car was stolen last Sunday night,” I start. He tries to keep a neutral face, but I can see the flash of anger in his eyes for a few moments before he quickly chases it away and replaces it with casual.

 

“Tell me more.”

 

“The police believe it was part of a string of thefts that occurred that evening. They say that the chances of me getting my car back are slim to none. I went ahead and filed the report with the insurance and I’ve already talked to them about replacing my vehicle. I’ve already scouted around and have something picked out.”

 

“Good, good. The police don’t have leads?” he asks, searching my face with those dark eyes.

 

“No leads that I’m aware of.” I wait while he processes the information I passed along. “I was hoping you could tell me something else while I’m here.” Now or never, right? I didn’t come this far to turn away now before I finally have some answers.

 

“Oh?”

 

“Tell me about my father,” I ask him boldly as a statement, not a question, while looking him square in the eye. Several things cross his face in that moment. Shock. Fear. Sadness.

 

“Your father?” he says, stumbling slightly on the words as if they stung.

 

“Yes, my father. I know part of the story, but now I want the rest of it. Mom and I had a very interesting conversation Wednesday evening about why we came to be where we are in Las Vegas. I know he was involved in some less than legal doings. She said that it was time that I knew the truth.”

 

“Your father. Well, that’s not really my story to tell, nena.”

 

“That doesn’t give me the answers I’m looking for,” I tell him, starting to feel defeated. I know there’s more to the story, but how am I supposed to get it if not from my uncle?

 

“Are you sure?” he asks, searching my face one more time as if waiting for and maybe expecting me to back down and run out the front door. Not happening.

 

“Positive,” I tell him, standing my ground.

 

“Come with me,” he says as he leads me back towards his office. This is one room I recall when I was here years ago. Mom and I met with him in this very office.

 

When he approaches the door, he knocks which I find a little odd. But for as odd as I think his actions are, nothing surprises me more than when a voice grants access from the inside. With slightly shaking legs, I follow as we step through the large, wooden door. There on the other side of that door is the mirror image of myself. The man that I haven’t seen in twenty-two years. The man I was lead to believe was dead. In flesh and blood with a small smile on his aged face.

 

My father.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Ten – Memories

 

Blake

 

We get to Roman’s house and head towards the back office. Styx is in front of me because he’s always in front of me. It’s one of the ways he likes to show me my place in the company. There isn’t too much to do this weekend since we’ll hold off a while before completing any more boosts. The last thing we want to do is give the cops more ammunition to bring heat down on the operation. Besides, the next job is a damn big one. The big one.

 

When we approach the door, voices are easily detected, even with the door closed. Roman and Mattias are in heavy debate, and at first, I think they’re alone. Then I hear a third voice, and it’s one I wasn’t expecting. The third voice is a woman. And she sounds pissed as hell.

 

Styx and I take a few moments to listen before he knocks on the door. Both men are expecting our arrival for our meeting this afternoon so the person they’re speaking with could possibly be directly linked. I guess the only way to find out is to go inside.

 

“Come in,” Mattias says tersely.

 

I follow Styx into the room and head towards my seat across from the desk. The woman that Roman is speaking with has her back towards me. You can feel the tension so thick in the room that you practically need a knife to cut through it. The woman’s hands are placed firmly on her hips as she demonstrates a defiant stance. I try not to look, but my eyes are glued to the woman’s ass. Curvy hips with a beautifully enticing flare hidden beneath tight denim. My fucking dick actually starts to get hard. From an ass!