Chapter 2

• BRYCEE'S POV
• I hurried away from her, returning the call I received.
• “How many times have I told you to wait for my call?” I scolded, “If there is anything that needs urgent tending to, send me a text,” “Send a text for goodness sake,” I was furious.
• It was already hard enough to keep secrets, living in this small house with Blair. Suspicious actions would blow everything, getting me into serious trouble.
• “That's fine, I'll see you by the weekend,” I responded to the caller.
• “Oh, Brycee, you arrived very quickly,” Mr. Johnson, the head domestic staff at the Williams' residence said, as soon as I entered the premises.
• I raised a brow, expressing my confusion.
• “I called five minutes ago to let you know that the boss wanted to see you, and didn't expect you to arrive so quickly,” he said.
• ‘Oh, shit,’ I placed my head in my palm. I had forgotten my official device at home, placing it on the table when I scolded Blair, she must have answered Mr. Johnson’s call.
• I smiled lightly and followed Mr. Johnson to see Mr. Williams.
• “You do have some nerve, young man,” Mrs. Williams began, as soon as I walked in.
• I rolled my eyes, pretty fed up with her pettiness at this point.
• “We give you our daughter and suddenly you feel strong enough to oppose us?” Mr. Williams queried, in a fierce tone.
• “How ungrateful!” His mean wife chipped in.
• “No one told me I was supposed to be grateful,” I replied, and watched as the couple expressed shock at my reply.
• “You threw away your responsibilities of taking care of your child, now I have to feed her and put a roof over her head and you expect gratitude?” I continued.
• “I would barely call that a roof over anyone's head,” Mrs. Williams scoffed, “I mean, even Blair deserves better,” she laughed in a mocking tone.
• “She deserves better parents too,” I replied.
• “You would not dare speak to my wife like that,” Mr. Williams barked,
• “Or else?” I questioned.
• “Consider yourself fired!” They both chorused.
• “Oh no, I see you missed the memo,” I said, laughing hysterically, “Clearly it hasn't gotten here yet,” “I quit!” I yelled.
• “I'm only here to let you know that I would be keeping my arrangement of being married to your daughter,” I said. “Since clearly you suck at being parents,”
• I walked out, slamming the door behind me, in their faces.
• I walked angrily out of the mansion and was heading home, when a call came in for me.
• “Do not call me at will…” I began with immediate scolding.
• “What?” His information came in urgently.
• “I'm on my way,” I replied.
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• It was past midnight and I was very exhausted, returning from attending to the call I earlier received.
• My business was top secret and I couldn't afford any one else handling it in my absence.
• “You have some guts, young man,” I heard a hoarse voice from the dark as I drew closer to the house.
• It could get dangerous, roaming the slums, especially at night. There were always bandits and hoodlums lurking around.
• I rolled my eyes, as four of them came out of the dark, surrounding me.
• “Look boys, I do not have the time for this right now,” I pleaded, really exhausted and just wanting to get home, which was now only a few meters away.
• “Neither do we, which is why we are going to get over this very quickly,” one of them replied, swinging a bat at my head.
• I held the bat mid-air, and gave him a punch at his lower abdomen with my other hand.
• “Listen boys, there's no reason to fight,” I said, more in a warning tone than a plea.
• “How about I give you boys some money to get some drinks and we call it a night?” I offered.
• The other threw a punch at my face. I ducked, going behind him and kicking his buttocks from behind.
• “Guess we're doing this the hard way then,” I said, as I defended myself against the attacks the men threw at me.
• I really didn't want to be doing this right now, I had had a very stressful day, but the men left me no choice.
• The leader of the gang pulled out a dagger and tried to run it through my throat, but I drew back, letting the blade pass right in front of me. I kicked the blade from his hands, turned him around and placed the dagger to his neck, which I caught mid-air.
• “Who sent you?” I asked, holding the dagger to his neck.
• “Mr. Williams,” the man who was now struggling for his life, while the others groaned in pain on the floor, answered with a shaky voice.
• “Leave!” I ordered, “Now!” I yelled at them.
• They ran away from me in different directions and I threw the dagger on the floor and headed home.
• I couldn't believe how naive Mr. Williams was. To think of sending bandits to attack me after the altercation we had.
• I opened the door and found the living room in a mess.
• ‘Oh please,’ I exclaimed. I just wanted to get some rest.
• ‘Had Mr. Williams’ thugs also gotten here to raid the place?’
• I walked slowly through the scattered furniture, barely getting space to place my feet.
• “Blair!” I called out loudly, as her thoughts crossed my mind and I hoped she was fine.
• I got to the room and found it in a bigger mess than the living room was.
• Blair was seated on the floor, with folded legs, having papers all around her and my secret box, open in front of her.
• I was taken aback by the sight, and wondered how she ever found that box.
• I stood at the entrance and didn't dare to go close to her. She got up with some of the papers and walked slowly towards me.
• “Who are you, Brycee?” She said, handing the papers to me,
• “Oh, forgive me,” she immediately said, her tone, clearly sarcastic,
• “Brian Craig,” she called.
• I knew at that point that it was over, no more lies.