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“No! Brendan, keep your mouth shut. You have no idea what you’re saying.”
“What else can I do, Dad? Allow him to … to defile Mom? Kill you, and leave Samuel fatherless?” His shoulders pulled back as he tilted his chin back. “What do you expect from me, Mr. S?”
“Are you finished with school?”
“I just started college—I’m studying architecture. I skipped a year at school when I was ten since I was too smart for the class.” The sadness in his voice was testimony that he was intelligent enough to realize that whatever the cruel man had in store for him, meant his future was about to change. Becoming an architect, his dream from the first drawing he’d made of a house, would never come to fruition.
“I’ll talk! Just let my family go.”
Torin cast a glacial look at William. “Now, you wish to talk? You were happy for me to fuck your wife and—”
“No! I-I just didn’t believe you’d go that far,” he protested pitifully.
“How long have you worked for me?”
“F-fifteen years.”
“And in that time have you ever seen me back down?”
William hung his head shamefully. He’d failed the greater test in the eyes of his leader. He prepared himself for another foray of hits as Torin began circling him.
“Talk, Kent. I’m listening.”
“I didn’t steal from you, Mr. S, I swear.” He swallowed hard as he looked fearfully at Razor who had returned and stood watching him from the doorway. Two of his soldiers were standing in opposite corners, ready to do their leader’s command. “But I know who did.” He looked at his sons. “Please let them go and I’ll tell you everything.”
“You will tell me everything, regardless, Kent.” Torin swiped back the tails of the long coat and pushed his hands deep into his pants’ pockets. “Do you honestly think for one moment I will blindly believe what you tell me, without confirming it?”
“I won’t lie to you! I never have and I won’t start now!”
“Withholding information is a form of lying, Kent, surely you know that?”
“I … he promised to tell you himself. I beg you, Mr. S.” His voice lowered to a whisper. “Just don’t bring Brendan into this.”
“I believe your son is old enough to make his own decisions.” Torin looked at the dark-haired teenager. “Isn’t that correct, son?”
Brendan swept his tongue over his lips but he didn’t lose the proud expression on his face. “Yes.”
“You made a commitment to me. Do you intend to honor it?”
Brendan tipped his chin an inch upward. “Yes, Mr. S. I do.” He hesitated briefly and then continued in a firm voice, “But only if you let my mother go.”
“Hmm, interesting. Before you demanded both your parents to be let go. Why now only your mother?”
“My mother is innocent in whatever is happening here. My father,” he turned his head in the direction where he assumed William was, “he seemed to have overplayed his hand and now he has to suffer the consequences.”
“Ha! Do you hear that, Kent? Exactly the kind of youngster who will one day become a leader of the captains and then the Underboss.” He tapped Brendan on the shoulder. “You have a bright future ahead of you, my son.”
“Why do you call me your son?”
“Because soon I will be the one who will take care of you in all aspects. You will, for all intents and purposes, become my son, and one day, you will reap the rewards.”
He turned to Snake. “Take the boys and their mother home.” His eyes pierced William’s resolve as he looked at him. “William and I have a lot to discuss.”
