I wonder if Colton will now have that kind of power? He already kinda does, but Charles’ … wow. When he walked into a room, you knew it. The whole world knew it. He had an air about him that warned people not to fuck with him. Just one sharp glare and you could be on your knees. I don’t know if it was a power thing or maybe a danger thing, I never really got the chance to figure it out. Colton sure as hell did though and something tells me that whichever it was, he’s going to replicate it in a massive way.
I honestly don’t know whether to be impressed, awed, or terrified.
I still can’t believe that Charles is gone. It’s a tragedy while at the same time, it’s something I should have seen coming a mile away. Not the whole same dagger thing though, that completely threw me and left me with more questions than anyone should ever have to ask.
I don’t even know where to begin. I guess the main one is who did it? Hell, I didn’t even know dad and Charles knew each other, though I could be jumping the gun here. Maybe they didn’t know each other. Maybe they both knew someone in common. Maybe they both fucked with the wrong person. Maybe Eli and Nic were right and it’s a coincidence and there just happens to be two of the same daggers that were used to kill two of the men in my life.
Yeah … I wouldn’t believe that shit either. Besides, I don’t believe in coincidences, not ones like this.
What I do know is that there are far too many maybes and not enough solid answers. I don’t even know where to start looking for answers, but even if I did, I don’t know if I have what it takes to uncover them or even if I want to. The person who did this is responsible for murdering two of the most powerful men in my life.
It just doesn’t make sense to me. Where’s the connection? Why murder a poor man with nothing to his name and then murder one of the wealthiest men on the planet? No fucking sense.
I let out a heavy sigh and realize that I’ve somehow made it all the way back to the Carrington mansion and to be honest, I don’t remember a damn step I took since stepping off school property twenty minutes ago.
My back hurts from the weight of my bag and every step I take down the long driveway has me desperate to get inside, though seeing the teal blue McLaren 720S parked by the front has me somehow forgetting all about it.
I’ve never seen that car here before. Don’t get me wrong, I’m used to seeing all sorts of fancy cars pulled up out front who are usually guests of Charles’ but he’s no longer here to receive those guests.
This car is young, it’s for someone who cares about their status and likes to show off. It’s not for some old, rich businessman. No, this is different and it has curiosity burning through me. It’s not my exact dream car like Colton’s Veneno is, but damn, it certainly is nice.
I study every aspect of the car as I walk around it, picturing the way the engine would purr beneath me. My dad would be loving this. I can just imagine him rattling off every detail about it as we pass while he reminds me to keep a good few feet away, not wanting my clumsiness to accidentally scratch the expensive paint job.
God, I miss him.
I make my way up the sixty-six steps and put the McLaren to the back of my mind. It’s not even 9:30 am and my day has already sucked. All I want to do is climb into bed and turn on Netflix. I’m sure I’ll be able to find something that will take my mind off all this bullshit fuckery.
A week. What the hell am I going to do for a whole week?
I could go and visit my boys for a few days, but I’m sure mom wouldn’t appreciate that. She tends to be a little stricter on me when I’m serving time on a school suspension. I can just imagine her snapping at me ‘You’re not on a holiday, Ocean. Get up and clean something.’
She’s going to give me hell for this. Though, I guess I could spend my next few days working. Maryne could put a list of things together that could keep me busy though I don’t exactly know where my employment status stands now that Colton is the big man in charge. I know before he was kinda my boss but not directly. Now … it’s different. I’m not sure how I feel about him actually being my boss or if he’s even going to allow me to keep working, and right now, it’s not exactly something that I want to go and speak to him about.