Anastasia's P.O.V
I got home and I was so pumped up about asking dad if he'd let me have a boyfriend. I could've done it without his consent, just that I feel it's right to ask him. Plus, I was going to ask him because I was sure he was going to say yes. How would he say no?
My dad was the famous and retired wrestler who had now become a businessman and the owner of the world famous Coyde Corp, John Coyde. My mom was an aeronautic engineer and she worked for a very elegant airline.
I could live an extremely fancy life, by extremely fancy... I mean, extremely fancy, if I wanted to, but I didn't, I liked living simple. Showing off is for idiots.
I went upstairs to dad's library where he normally is, reading one boring book or another. I was never interested in any of them.
I knocked at the door. "Yes, come in," He said and I went in.
I wasn't even a bit nervous about asking him if I could have a boyfriend. The last time I did, I was twelve and I wanted to be the girlfriend to a chain smoker, Gary Gilbert, like, who smokes that much at he's thirteen. But dad still let me. I thought I loved him but we broke up months later. That was back in middle school, though.
I sat on the chair directly opposite him. "Hey dad." I said in a very calm tone.
"Ana, how was school?" He asked and pecked me. He loved me very much and there was no denial about that!
"I've got something I want to talk to you about."
"What is it, sweetie?" He asked. I didn't think I even needed to ask him because he was surely going to say yes.
"I want to have a boyfriend."
"Oh, a boyfriend... You've found love again, huh?" He said in a joking manner. "Who's the lucky guy?"
Was there any need of telling him all this because I'm not even sure Justin would want to date me. Why did I even start this session? Damn me! Sometimes, when I'm really emotional about some things, I don't even think normally again. Well, I've started it, so I should end it.
"Justin Cole." I finally said, and as soon as I did, he froze. "He's a newbie!" I added. "He's so handsome, daddy, can I date him?" I pleaded. His face turned white, as if he was in shock because of the name I just called. It was obvious by his expression that something was wrong... but what was it???
Coyde's P.O.V
Justin Cole??!!! I thought he was dead I had told Baxter to kill him, why didn't he. And now he wants to date my precious daughter? He must be dreaming hard!
"No," I finally replied after some seconds of suspense
"But why daddy, what's wrong?" She asked in a very unhappy tone. She probably didn't understand why I had said no. It was unusual of me to say no to her, no matter what she asked for.
"I said no and it's final." I said, almost yelling. I noticed that she was very unhappy with my decision. And it was not as if I didn't love her. I just didn't want her to go through any emotional trauma, whatsoever when I finally killed him!
"Okay dad. I shouldn't have asked you in the first place" She muttered and looked at me with flaming eyes, then she left the room and banged the door behind her.
'Phew!' I thought when she finally left the room. My heart really ran when I heard that name. Why didn't he kill the dumb kid?
I called his number someone else picked the call. "Hello," the person said.
"Hello. Please who are you?... I want to speak with Luis Baxter." I said.
"Sorry to break this to you, but he's gone."
"He's what?!" I said, acting as if I cared.
"We're sorry. His body was found dead three days ago in..." He's dead?! How possible, could he have committed suicide because of his conscience? As in, for a human being to be dumb enough to accept such a deal from me, he's capable enough to commit suicide.
"We're still investigating the cause of his death." The receiver said. They were detectives. I hoped those detectives don't find anything that will implicate me.
"Please, call me if you find out anything." I said to them in a sober voice.
"Okay, we'll get back to you." He said and I ended the call.
Well, the second choice it is; Charles. That guy's a drug baron. He's the one I used to buy my cocaine from, back when I was a wrestler in the WWE. He had connections with almost all the influential people in the city and he was the right person to call for the job.
I called him and he picked up not long after. "Hello Mr. Coyde. Are you calling for the package? It would be delivered to you soon." He said. He was talking about the cocaine.
"Nope. Its something more important." I said as I paced around the large library.
I told him everything about the kid and the contract to kill him. He agreed and we agreed on a price.
"I'll send some of my men to do the job." He said reassuringly.
"But be careful!" I warned. I didn't know why I felt so uncertain about the whole thing, it was just a kid, nothing dangerous.
"Okay, I'll do just that." He replied with certainty and then I dropped the call.
I slumped on the couch that was in one corner of the library with a very bad feeling that one day, that Justin Cole or whatever his stupid name was, was going to come for me anytime soon. And I would have to kill him with my own hands. Sorry Anastasia!
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Justin's P.O.V
"Son, we're going out," Bob said to me. 'Son? Since when did he start calling me son?'
"To where?" I asked him, taking another scoop of the ice-cream. We had started getting along already. I didn't think we'd get along this fast. He's a free and fun-to-be-with man that's probably why we were getting along.
"We are all going to the WWE stadium." He paused. "They are a remembrance party for your parents." He was drinking water from the dispenser, all dressed up for the party. I don't know whether to call it a party or not, it doesn't seem right, so I'll go with 'event.' While I was lying on the sofa, watching television and eating ice-cream.
In case you're asking, Lisa's seriously doing her assignments in her bedroom. Such a serious person!
"I don't want to go" I whined "Especially not to the place my dad died because of." I added in hushed tones.
"What?"
"Nothing." I replied.
"Everybody's gonna be there and it won't be cool if his own son didn't attend it."
"I don't want to see that place again." I whined again.
"Believe me, I don't want to go there either. But, no one going to fight... if they were, I wouldn't have gone either." He said sincerely.
"It doesn't matter. Plus, if I go, I'm going to miss John Wick 3"
"Don't worry, I'll record it for you." He said. Damn! Why did he have to give a solution to every problem I posed?
"Okay, I'll go." I gave in.
"Thank you!" He paused "And you're going to give a speech." He added.
"What? No way!" I exclaimed. "I'm not going then. I've got a terrible stage fright."
"It's not so difficult, just pour your heart out to them."
"It's easy for you to say. You're not the one doing it. But I'll do it anyways, for dad... and mum." I told him
"Thanks again... son." He said and gave me a fist bump, then he smiled.
I think if he keeps calling me son, I'm going to puke. Just kidding 😉. I actually kind of like him calling me his son. And I'm also feeling a lot better than I was before about dad and mom's deaths. The grief is gradually fading away... I hope.