Page 89 of Saved By A Dark Billionaire
I would be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed. I missed him a lot already, and was looking forward to seeing him. I wondered what it was he was doing that was keeping him. I looked around, spotting Leo sitting on one of the lounge chairs outside of my class. He was busy on his phone, clearly having been waiting on me for a little while.
"Did I keep you?" I asked him, snapping his attention away from his phone. He flashed me his sweet smile.
"Not really. Ready to go?"
"Yup. Sorry, you have to take me."
"Don't worry about it. I was free. Besides, now we have time to hang out a bit."
"Do you know why Lucas couldn't come?"
"No clue, but if it's keeping him from you, it must be extremely important." I frowned, thinking about what he could possibly be doing right now. I guess I'll ask him when I see him.
Lucas' P.O.V.
"Is this the place?" Carter asked as we pulled up to a run down motel about 10 minutes away from Rose's flat.
I had never seen this place before. It was as if we had crossed some kind of magical border sending us to a different world, one of mischief and danger. Most of the buildings here were run down, with people loitering about. I couldn't help but feel more and more uneasy the further we had ventured in, but I had my sights set on confronting her father and I was gonna damn well do it.
"Yeah, that's the place." I nodded, staring up at the rusted railing on the second floor. Second floor, room 13. That's where we'll find that sorry son of a bitch.
"Let's go then," Davis commanded as he got down from the escalade he had demanded we take here. Carter and I hopped down, following closely behind.
"This is your last chance, kid. What we're about to do isn't for the faint of heart. You could get yourself in a lot of trouble if we're caught," Davis reminded me, offering me an out again.
"I'm going through with this. I need to talk to him before you guys start going crazy. It's important."
"Alright, but if he gets angry we are jumping in." Davis nodded.
"Fine by me."
We headed towards his door like sharks sniffing out blood in the water. We had our prey in sight and none of us planned on letting him get away with what he'd done. Connor was able to locate him, and the reason for which he came. I'm not sure what Rose would do with this information. Knowing her, she'd go into her savior mode, and in this situation, it wouldn't do her any good.
I knocked on the door, hearing the low murmur of a tv on the other side. I heard the mattress spring creek with relief, signifying he'd gotten off the bed. I watched as the doorknob twisted and the door swung open. We didn't wait for an invitation, marching past him. His face registered in my mind, reminding me I'd seen him the day I left Rose's flat to get clothes. His scruffy beard and honey blonde hair were styled the same as before. His blue eyes stared us all down, assessing us. I could see him trying to develop a plan of attack for the three men who had invaded his room.
"We need to talk about your daughter," I said in the most serious tone I could muster.
"You know my daughter?" He narrowed his eyes at us, probably trying to figure out how these two men behind me could possibly know his daughter.
"She's my girlfriend." Not exactly the way you dream of meeting your girlfriend’s father. I don't think anyone ever imagines they'll be taking two large men to beat down their girlfriend’s father on their first encounter. With a dad like hers, there's little else I'd like to do.
"What do you want?" He asked more sternly. I could see the anger festering in him. He was annoyed, and he wasn't afraid to show it. He was large like David and Carter, clearly a fighter. He must still be fighting despite his age, which is probably mid 40s. He crossed his arms, flexing his large biceps as a warning. He knew what we were here for and he wanted us to know he wouldn't go down easy.
"For you to leave. She doesn't want to see you. She doesn't want to talk. You have no right to come here and drop a bomb you know will cause her to come home before she even graduates." I shook my head at him. "She's worked too hard for that."
"What would you know?" He stepped forward, trying to strike fear in me.
"I know a lot. I know the kind of man you are. I saw it evident on her cheek." My hands fisted at my sides as I recalled the sight of her hurt face and pink eyes. "You hurt her more than just physically. You can't tell her you're having a baby. She'll come home to try to keep the baby safe. To try to keep your girlfriend safe. You haven't changed, and she knows that."
"How do you-" he started to ask, but I cut him off.
"Name your price and I'll give it to you to not tell her. I'll tell her once she graduates." Rose can't know. She's worked too hard. The baby will be fine for a couple of months until Rose finishes college. Then she and I can go back to New Hampshire and help if we have to. I won't let Rose throw her life away because this grown ass man doesn't know how to use a condom.
"$200,000," he said without hesitation. It kind of hurt to know he would take the money rather than fight to see his daughter. Of course it was what I had hoped for, but I still hated it.
"Fine. I'll transfer the money to you. These two, however, are here to hurt you the way you hurt Rose. She has friends now, Mr. Brewer, strong ones. She's doing good here and you're ruining it." I stepped back out of the door. "Check your bank in the morning for the money. I expect you to be gone by tomorrow afternoon. Guys, I'll meet you in the car."
I began walking down the hall, hearing the door close and fists make contact with flesh. I could hear the grunting and shuffling as their fight began. I made my way down to the escalade, leaning against the black car. My eyes were fixed on number 13's door, waiting to see who would open the door. Viking Man was the first to step through followed by Mr. Clean. They didn't come out unscathed but by the look of Nick on the floor. They came out the victors. I smirked smugly as they strutted down the stairs.
