radicalducati 2.30
2.30
Lucas’s POV
I finish explaining the whole thing I already told Angelina merely two hours ago, then proceeded to tell her father that we received a tip about a little smuggling attempt between Alcan and Snow, and that there will be a girl with them, and that she was the sole reason for that secretive operation taking place there.
I informed him that I killed the two men that were with her after they refused to tell me where Zade is and took his girl back home with me.
I told him that she confirmed the men’s story about her being a paid virgin prostitute, and saw the dumbfounded look on his face when I came to that part about her being a virgin prostitute. I was enjoying the hell out of his reaction as his hands balled into fists to contain his temper.
I told him that I took her words at face value without letting her know that I was digging behind her lies to me and that’s how we got to him.
“So now that you know everything. We should get to the part that matters to me. What the hell does Zade want with your daughter so damn much he’d risk everything to bring her to him?” I asked dangerously.
It took him sometime to comprehend everything I said to answer my question.
He took a deep breath and spoke in a grave voice “I am the head of a well known gang in Seattle. We deal with a lot of illegal stuff, the top being drugs. Even though Zade can’t set foot in America himself because of the countless enemies he has attracted to himself over the years, he has his own men to establish and run his operation everywhere here. We had a good deal with his men for a good time. Until his men screwed me over on one of those deals about six months ago. No one messes with me and stays alive after that, so I killed all his men during a raid on their warehouse and took all his drugs. That’s how the war between us ignited ever since. He’s been trying to get his hands on me to make me pay for what I’ve done and taken. It was only between me and him, he had no fucking right to go after my daughter and kill her mother!”
I blinked several times, trying to wrap my head around this properly.
I said slowly “So you’re saying that Zade kidnapped your daughter as some sort of retaliation for what you did and he was going to make her pay for your sins?”
His jaw tightened and he said tensely “Exactly, he was going to take her and do god knows what with her, all to make me come to him willingly instead of him seeking me out through his men and failing. He knew I would do anything for her”
“If you knew how vindictive Zade and his men are, why didn’t you protect your family better? Why didn’t you hide them better?” I asked coldly.
His head bowed in regret as he spoke sadly “No one was supposed to know that they are related to me. I never go by the name Ben Collins when conducting my business. I always use a fake Alias. I have no idea how Zade found out about them. I never married her mother. I never showed my face to them after Angelina was born. Hope wanted it that way. She didn’t want me involved in their lives and risk bringing my shit to them. She wanted to live safely with our daughter, so I stayed away. Kept my men checking on them every once in a while. But I never went anywhere near them just to protect them and keep them hidden. They shouldn’t have gotten to them. I still don’t understand how the fuck that happened”
“So you’re saying that your daughter doesn’t even know you? She doesn’t know you’re a gang leader?” I asked in confusion.
“She knows everything. Her mom told her when she was old enough. But she doesn’t know me at all. Not even by picture. Hope wanted her to stay as far away from me as possible. We never actually met before”
Something doesn’t add up. I can sense it. Something about the story was off.
“She knows your history with Zade?” I asked him curiously.
He shook his head “I never told her mom about any of this, like I told you, we stopped speaking in a very long time. The men who kidnapped her must have told her everything”
“So help me understand please because I’m having a difficulty digesting this whole thing, she knew where she was being taken and why, yet after I saved her life, she kept lying to me about her being a prostitute instead of telling me the truth. Why would she do that? She even lied to me about her freaking name. Why didn’t she ask me to find you so you could come and take care of her, instead of requesting a fake ID from me so she could run away?” I said in confusion.
He pursed his lips then said tensely “She probably blamed me for her mother’s death and wanted nothing to do with me. She wanted to take care of herself I guess. As to why she kept everything hidden from you, that I can’t answer. I have no idea how she thinks”
I took a deep breath and mulled over everything he said to me.
If what he was saying was true, then the girl is really innocent in all of this. I scared her too damn much from the beginning, and blew up any chances of her trusting me with her real story.
Zade can be that vindictive. He wouldn’t care about an innocent girl paying the price as long as he gets what he wanted originally, her father kneeling before him.
‘You don’t know that much about me, if you did……You would hate me’
Then there is that sentence she said to mom earlier.
If everything he just said was the truth, why would mom hate her?
It’s that sentence that keeps me from fully believing her dad’s story.
If that was even her dad, my subconscious supplied.
Wait a damn minute!
Exactly!
Is he even her dad? He looks nothing remotely like her. He doesn’t have his real ID on him.
But his contact number was in her mother’s phone.
I run my hands through my hair, frustrated as hell.
This was supposed to be the big reveal, the road that clearly ends Zade.
Instead it was a dead end.
I could trade the father for a personal meeting with Zade, now that I have him in my clutches. I mean it’s not like the man is a saint, he has it coming. He’s no innocent compared to using Angelina.
But still, something doesn’t quite add up.
I just don’t know what the fuck that something is.
“What are you planning to do once I give you the girl?” I ask him curiously.
I see a flicker of relief when I showed my inclination to hand her over to him.
“We’re getting out of America, that’s for sure. Zade can’t find us anywhere else. He only has power here and in Canada” he said eagerly.
“What if she doesn’t want to go with you? She doesn’t really know you after all, and you said it yourself she might blame you for her mother’s death” I countered.
“Don’t worry about that, just give her to me and we will both get out of your way” he said stiffly.
Before I could reply to him, my phone pinged multiple times.
I took it from my back pocket and unlocked it to get the shock of my life.
It was the Sheriff getting back to me with the results of the picture I sent to him.
My anger flared to a thousand degrees and I started seeing red. The psychopath in me starting to take control over the sane part of me.
“Seems like you and your daughter share the same gene for lying effortlessly. It just comes naturally to you two” I said coldly before carrying on darkly “But is she even your daughter, Andrew Smith?”