Ryan
“This is all Elena’s fucking fault!” I kick angrily at the flower vase at the corner where I stand. My face goes red out of anger, I’m boiling inside. I feel like squeezing her in my hands, forgetting she’s my mate. I will have to get interrogated again by those assholes because of her.
Before The Summer break
I sit at the back seat of the class like I always do. The time ticks as we are all indulged in our exam questions. I’m not a straight A student like Daniel, but I’m certainly not average. I brainstorm on the question, when I sense something like danger. Lifting my eyes off my papers, I feel the cops marching into the class where I have my exams.
I know them, especially Mr. Ben, the rude officer. I take my pen in my mouth as I look at them calmly, as they approach Mrs. Shepard.
“Sorry to disturb, Mrs. Shepard, but we are here to pick up one of your student.” he says, then he points to my direction with his eyes.
I turn my head backwards to see if anyone is behind me, or is he really pointing at me? The whole class exchange glances, my brothers are in the hall, the three of them looking at me, and I send back my shocked glare at them.
“If there’s a problem, you have to take permission from the school authority.” she says to them as she fixes her glass up her nose.
“We have that.” he says calmly, giving me that evil eyes. I know they hate the Quads, because they call us spoiled brats.
They say we are arrogant and rich, but we don’t think they are wrong.
“Sure go ahead.” Mrs. Shepard gives them the permission to come into the class.
“Ryan French, get on your feet boy!” he demands making it obvious it’s me and I stand up in confusion. My brothers stand immediately, and I stand up.
“We’re arresting you for a rape crime,” he says, turning back to the other cops behind him. “Go and handcuff his hands now.” he orders.
“What?” the only thing I could spit out.
“My brother didn’t do anything of such, I think you got the wrong person.” Tyson yells out, then Darius.
“Ryan has been with us, he can’t do that. Yes, he is obstinate, but he would never force himself on anyone.” Daniels angrily explains.
“I’m sorry but we got proof. It’s his voice in it and it’s a little dark.” he smirks at me, when I just keep quiet at the whole confusion.
“Mr Ben, I-”
“Shut the fuck up, boy,” he interrupts me as I try to speak. “You’ve always been a spoiled brat. Now nothing can save you from your punishment.” he drags me out of the class, my brothers immediately leave their seat, following us.
I smile when he says no one can save me, my father will come save me. He does that, whenever we are in trouble and this time he would too.
“This is Elena’s doing…” I whisper to my brothers.
“We will see the videos and who released it.” they tell me, while Darius starts to ring our dad.
Present time
I snap back to reality as my father knocks at my door. “I will be out soon, dad.” I shout, looking for a nice outfit to wear. Today, I will go out on black and white. White blazer suit, black trouser and a black well-polished shoes, then dark shades to hide my eyes. My hair is pulled to the side, the kind of style that turns every girl to my toy.
I grab my expensive watch from the glass where I put the different set of watches I own. I’m going for the one with gold and a little touch of black on it, in the middle. I slip into my clothes and barge out of the house. Thanks to the shades, I look colder, like a stone cold face.
My abs are cover with my inner black T-shirt and my white suit, but my shoulder is broad, that’s one thing clothes can’t hide. I meet dad at the doorstep.
“Ready?” he asks and takes a look at me. Our colognes sweeping the way as we walk to our cars.
“I am, let’s go.” I say casually. I’m not scared because I know Elena is only trying to put me in trouble. I drive my own car, dad is at the front leading the way.
We arrivd at the police station and I come out of my car. I meet Mr. Ben’s wild eyes, staring at me like I’m some criminal.
That is it. What I hate, they want to torture the Quads but they don’t have the powers yet until they find the girl to also testify. She’s nowhere to be found and I don’t even fucking know her.
“Good day, Mr. French.” he greets my dad and gives me a scornful gaze. I look at him with angry blue eyes, and I walk after my dad. He is following Mr. Ben inside while they discuss. I find a seat to settle down as I get bored at whatever talk they are having.
“Did you see that he did nothing as such? If he did, he would have left the country or he wouldn’t have boldly come here to tell you guys the same answer, that no, he didn’t!” my dad speaks with authority, and that gives me more boldness to eye the cops.
While he speaks with them, his phone rings. I stand behind him and I’m almost as tall to see whoever is calling. Well, I see a little and kind of look like a female name. He goes to the corner to answer, when he is back, he keep the phone back into his pocket.
“Can we go now? Or you have more questions for him? You know, you fucking can’t do anything to my son.” he threatens the cops, now his face is blue with fear.
We don’t waste more seconds there. We charged out of the office and saunter towards our cars. I know my dad is a busy person, but I barely see him get calls, all he does is order. His phone is ringing now, he runs his hands into his hair as he takes the phone, then he is staring down at his wrist watch to check the time.
I head towards my car, but I could hear a bit from whoever he is speaking with on the phone. I press my keypad to get in when I hear, “I have the girl under my roof now.” I hear a man voice, followed by a short laughter.
“Dad, who is that?” I ask, curious as my brow climbs up.
“Someone that needs help, the girl needs help. You trust me that I’m good with dealing with stuff, yeah?” he hangs up the call, giving me a wide smile.
That’s one thing I love my dad for. Wealth is everything. I don’t know who the girl is, but I think she needs financial help. Maybe that’s why he gets a call from the man that let the girl stay in his house.
“Let’s go son, your mom must be back home.” he demands. I get into my car and drive.