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oyer. When I told Alex the whole truth, he went quiet. His face was a strange mask, a convoluted mixture of confusion, dis

could not permit him to back out. Definitely not. This was not a personal thing between h

er it became that I needed someone on my side, someone who could manage that financial security an

d, dragging me out of my tho

hose. It was almost like saying what he thought people like him were suppos

r word; I had found myself stiffening. It was not just anyone coming down the stairs. A

sharpness in his gaze made me feel like prey under the gaze of a predator. He didn't smile. No, Estavon wasn't the typ

ice smooth and controlled, the tone laced with a kind of amusemen

hing back to the surface. Estavon Lucas was not someone you just casually interacted with. He was a

tion in his eyes. It was brief, but unmi

calculation taking place behind his

to pay my son a visit?" he asked

composure. It wasn't the time to get r

t leave me. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "I k

iffe

atherine... a woman, she used to run the second biggest casino in town before she met her untimel

il in shock. Suddenly, the mention of my mother, Catherine, set t

eated, as if lowly thoughtful

s going on here. But I wasn't going to concern myself with th

her discuss my mother or about my past," I said, my voice steady and yet qu

roaming over me. It's like he is weighing the situation, prett

er to smirk or sneer. He seemed to be toying with words and measuring their

. "Yes, Mr. Lucas; Alex is the father.

d see the flick of his vision between Estavon and myself, then back - shock still very

You want my son to step into your own world of chaos, broken promises, and to

"I'm not asking for his love, Mr. Lucas. I'm asking for

maybe from the spitefulness that thrived in his gaze at this moment. "You think Alex has that kind of power?" he ask

e under his words. "I'm not asking for charity. I'm asking for what's right. Your son's involvement in

here was nothing kind in it. "You are playing a dangerous ga

hen you need to prove me wrong. If Alex is as powerfu

s pose while he tried to decide what to do. Waiting for som

viously grappling with something

d on yourself," he murmured, thick as the answer was with a war

se. His presence loomed like a shadow as he disappeared back into th

, but I knew one thing for sure: I w