02-10-2018, 01:06 PM
Pop's words quieted him. The worry, the fear, everything was still there. But it was manageable because they would do it together. Ma and the little ones safe. That would be one step.
He looked at his pop, thinking. He needed help. Someone he could trust.
His eyes darkened at pop's suggestion. White hot molten lava poured through his veins. His voice was laced with unconcealed disgust. "I will not ask Brandon for help."
He would never call the man Ascendancy again. This is his empire. Either he knows about the Syndicate and allows it, or he is a fool who has surrounded himself with people who tell him what he wants to hear. A fool or complicit. And either way, I want nothing more to do with him."
The venom in his voice was nothing compared to the hatred he felt. And to think he had actually helped save the man's life.
The man was the most powerful person in the world. Could crush him with an empire. His strength in the power was unbelievable. But none of that mattered in the slightest to him. Let him try his stupid looming trick and picking him up or whatever. Rip him to shreds. So what. Crush him, kill him, he would never bend to the man, bow to him and worship and scrape.
No, he needed people he trusted. Alex. And the Cap. Drayson. He knew them. Knew Drayson would take news of the Syndicate seriously.
"I know who I can talk to pops."
He felt better. Cleansed. Enough that he was willing to demonstrate a few things. And told him about the tunnels, what they'd found. It felt good share with his dad. Finally.
The wall had been broken broken. He'd tell the rest too. Even about the girl who stole his heart and ran away.
He looked at his pop, thinking. He needed help. Someone he could trust.
His eyes darkened at pop's suggestion. White hot molten lava poured through his veins. His voice was laced with unconcealed disgust. "I will not ask Brandon for help."
He would never call the man Ascendancy again. This is his empire. Either he knows about the Syndicate and allows it, or he is a fool who has surrounded himself with people who tell him what he wants to hear. A fool or complicit. And either way, I want nothing more to do with him."
The venom in his voice was nothing compared to the hatred he felt. And to think he had actually helped save the man's life.
The man was the most powerful person in the world. Could crush him with an empire. His strength in the power was unbelievable. But none of that mattered in the slightest to him. Let him try his stupid looming trick and picking him up or whatever. Rip him to shreds. So what. Crush him, kill him, he would never bend to the man, bow to him and worship and scrape.
No, he needed people he trusted. Alex. And the Cap. Drayson. He knew them. Knew Drayson would take news of the Syndicate seriously.
"I know who I can talk to pops."
He felt better. Cleansed. Enough that he was willing to demonstrate a few things. And told him about the tunnels, what they'd found. It felt good share with his dad. Finally.
The wall had been broken broken. He'd tell the rest too. Even about the girl who stole his heart and ran away.