For a while I stood there shocked. Unable to move. Pete was right before me, alive.
Suddenly, rage filled my veins and I lunged for him, ready to rip him to pieces.
"Why are you still alive?!" I growled once I got close.
"Because, unlike your little bitch sister, I have actual life." He spat back just as venomously.
"How dare you-" My hand is held back by Zayde, reminding me of his presence. Pete smirked.
"Who's the boy? Finally found someone who wanted your waste of space?" He quipped with a cynical smile, showing off his ugly teeth. His words sunk in making me recoil into Zayde's arms who gladly embraced me.
"I'm her boyfriend." Zayde stated in an icy, firm, voice.
"Then you must be just as worthless as she is." Pete said as he tilted his head, assessing Zayde who remained unwavering.
"We aren't worthless, I'm very sure of that. You however....." Zayde trailed off raising a brow.
Pete growled, now the to lunge forward.
He missed.
Zayde pulled this back with ease.
"What do you want?!" I snapped, he smirked.
"Saw you from across the road, thought we could come reintroduce ourselves, get to know each other better." My eyebrows furrowed.
"We?"
Almost like a movie, the golden-haired devil himself, steps out of the shadows grinning evilly.
"You!" I spat. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" I never even used that word. Devon smirked.
"Hello babe. Miss me?"
"Piss off." I seethed. He smirked deeper, lifting his eyes to Zayde. I watched his smirk falter momentarily before it deepened dramatically.
My heart picked up its pace. Something was terribly wrong.
"Hello friend, picking up my leftovers I see." He said. I couldn't hold back I surged forward, striking his left cheek. He winced, rubbing the place where I slapped him.
Glaring at him I breathed heavily, holding back a string of colourful words.
"Great, now that were all acquainted, where is the girl?" Pete drawled. I stiffened.
"What girl?" I said playing oblivious. Devon rolled his eyes. "My daughter."
"She is not your daughter." I growled.
"Yes, she is."
"Say that again, and you won't say anything else." Zayde growled, his hands tightening around me.
"She ain't your business." Devon huffed.
"She very much is, seeing as I care."
"You've actually gone soft."
"You're supposed to be in jail." I deadpanned.
He shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm done with my time, behaved myself, got off early, did some community service, I'm a changed man. I also want to be a part of my daughter's life."
"You're sick." I and Zayde spat in unison.
Pete facepalmed. "Look, we're willing to welcome you into the family Skye, my nephew here has changed, he just wants to be a part of the girl's life."
"You guys are related?" Zayde piped in, his confused expression absolutely adorable.
Not the time Skylar.
"Yes, I also want to see my grandniece too."
"Bullshit, we're not letting you anywhere near her."
"Zayde is right, changed or not, you're not good for her."
"So your name is Zayde." Devon said like he already knew.
"Why do you suddenly care about Meadow?"
"Why do you care?" Devon shot back.
"I love her, and her mother, unlike your arse."
Devon snorted. "I don't care, I'm her father, not you."
"She sure as hell doesn't think that." Zayde retorted making Devon growl.
"How did you even know about her?"
"Unlike what you and your family thought, you didn't cover up your tracks so well, news travels fast." Pete shrugged.
"Besides man," Devon reasoned. "I'm doing ya a favour."
"What the bloody hell do you mean?" Zayde snapped, getting frustrated. I was already there.
"What teenager wants to date a girl with a kid? Or to have the responsibility of taking care of their girlfriend's baby."
"I do."
I couldn't help but imagine that sentence elsewhere....
"That's what you think."
"That's what I know."
"What happens when you get tired of her?"
"Never happening."
"Look bro, I'm a full grown man, I'm done with college, started a job, I'm stable, ready for a family, you're not."
"I don't care. I'm ready to sacrifice, to make this work."
"Sweet." Pete said, sarcasm dripping from his words. I glared at him.
"So am I." Devon said in answer to Zayde.
"I love her, you don't even care about her, you want my girls, for what? I don't know, I do know however, that you don't care."
Devon huffed. "This is ridiculous bro."
"I'm not your bro." Zayde snapped.
Devon raised a brow.
"What?" I pressed, studying him.
He shook his head. "It doesn't matter, look, I don't care what you have against me, we have to put those aside to make this work."
"Are you crazy? Nothing's going to happen here, not now, not ever."
"Stop being so difficult."
"You hurt me!" I wailed.
He paused, biting his lip. "You didn't even like it?"
"Are you insane?!" Zayde yelled. "What is wrong with you?"
"I'm sorry 'kay." Devon said putting his hands up.
"Sorry doesn't fucking cut it." I growled.
"What do want me to do? Use a condom next time?" Devon snapped.
I gasped. "You insensitive, bloody jerk!"
"This boy's a bad influence on you babe."
"Shut up." I seethed. "I don't want to see you or dipshit uncle again Devon, piss off."
"We can't, I'm afraid." Pete said. Why hasn't he died yet?
"Oh, why not?" I said sarcastically.
"You've still got something of ours."
"For the last time! My daught-"
"Not the girl." Pete said rolling this eyes. "The money." He drawled.
"What are we, Barclays?" Zayde snarked. Pete grumbled.
"Technically, you are." Devon replied scratching his head.
"I don't fucking care. This is not a charity event." Zayde retorted. I tries to ignore the way my insides clenched at the earlier part of his statement, the way it rolled of his delicious tongue.
Jesus Christ.
"This is not about you boy." Pete snapped.
"Yes it-"
"No, it isn't about you." Devon affirmed with a sigh. "Look, my father had a one night stand with a woman, and he was already married, but he had no kids."
"Where are you going with this?"
"Just listen. To cover it up, he paid the woman to keep quiet. Later, she comes up pregnant with me, exactly what he didn't want, a bastard child. So he paid her off again, sending money every month to ensure that she and the child were taken care of. He kept on sending money, caring for them every month, never missing, and the money kept coming. Until this month."
My heart stopped.
I looked to Zayde who's face had paled in realisation, his eyes as wide as saucers.
"Our father is dead. But I'm not."
Holy fuc-
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Happy new year!
2022 woo!!!!
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