Alex p.o.v.
From what I had heard about jay, he never made incomplete promises. I made a pact with the cartel members that I would pay up once I had gotten a reasonable amount. There was no place that I would find fifty tons of coke so I opted for money which summed up to seventy five million dollars.
Besides fifty tons of coke would result in definite defamation of my company and linking my parents effort to such was just unacceptable. Not just for me but for every other sane hardworking person out there. I would rather have Jay 'buy' the whole company instead of the company having drug scandals. I did not want that.
I was supposed to protect this legacy and that was what I was planning on doing. It did not matter how long it was going to take, because all debts had to be eventually paid. Legally or not.
I knew I would pay up, just not this fast tracked.
Seeing as my options were limited, I knew there were a few cards left to play, one of them being Tyler. This bastard would not play games with me no more because I could easily trade his life for mine if ever it came to that. I had to make a plan and go to Mauritius.
The other time when Ryan went to Tyler, the bastard played him, had him waiting for nothing. Tyler had made sure not to be found by Ryan and I was sure Ryan did all he could.
Our options were growing limited and one way or the other, it was time we went back to Mauritius. Man I was tired of running up and down. But I really had no choice. It was either that or give up everything, seeing as the cartel never minded a bloodbath.
Sometimes I dreaded my double life, but I couldn't quit. It was as if I had willingly sold my soul to the devil and the price to pay was my freedom. I was always at their beck and call considering my position. I wished I could go back in my life and change some of the choices I made. I would change everything but Lia.
Maybe if all this had never happened I would still meet Lia, just maybe.
Maybe I would be a free man again, just like I was in my teenage years before my rebellious phase piped up and had my normal drained in sewage pumps.
How I love my life.
As always life kept giving me choices, only that as I grew older, the choices got trickier by the day. It seemed as if I always had something to lose when the cards were fairly played. Though if the cards weren't played fairly I would win at least once, but then luck doesn't just phase in on anyone anytime. It always seemed to run out when my turn came.
Maybe this was the price I had to pay.
Sometimes I wished I could be life's best friend, but the bastard never had friends, how could I be one? All I ever had since my double life was just strains and strains on end. I wanted to have a choice in my life, I wanted to have something or someone to look up to whenever things got rough, I needed someone to help me out.
Somehow I had the feeling miss beautiful would be able to help but the idea was just ridiculous. I couldn't imagine her innocent self entangled in drug wars. She was just too pure for that. Or was she?
The drive back home after the party was silent though I was spent anyways.
Apparently Ryan had gotten some random lass for the night and had left earlier. These are the times I appreciate my sound proof home.
Lia, had gone with my parents to their home which meant it was just me and my driver, who never conversed on the job.
The silence had my mind drifting off to the lies I had to keep telling Lia for her safety. The trip to Mauritius would be labeled as an emergency trip to see a longtime friend who was ailing in West Virginia. Heaven knows just how much I had to make this believable.
But this was the life Ryan and I had chosen. Idiots, right? Not all of us were lucky to be born with silver spoons in our mouths. I think I was born with a scrap metal in my mouth, if my previous life was anything to go by.
Reaching home, I stumbled as I struggled to find my way to my room while thinking of how long I had to live a double life. I already had a good thing going with Lia and I had no plans of ruining it.
Sleeping alone for four days taught me more than just avoiding screw ups. And I had to make my relationship thrive, at whichever cost. I had just about a week to think of what I would tell Lia, and also to ensure my company was safe while we would be gone.
I had to make sure things were in order and that nothing was suspicious. The perks of being the chief executive officer of a huge company.
Thinking too much would hurt my head, which was already hurting.
I thought to myself as I let sleep take over.
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