Chapter 17: continuation

The jet-black haired boy flashed a bright smile, realizing that he had managed to convince the leader of the most dangerous gang in London. No one had yet succeeded in this, but Ron did not know that his happiness would end very soon and fear would come, which he had long forgotten. They walked out of the building into the street, where two black Range Rovers were already waiting for them. Near the cars were guys with good sports training. Muscles all over my body were sticking out from under my clothes. Each guy had tattoos all over his body, each type showed how strong they were. The tall guy tilted his head first to one side and then to the other, stretching his muscular neck.

There was a crunch of bones, after which the guy grinned contentedly: 'Jay, we're ready.'

'I don't have a gun, James,' Ron whispered, shoving the blond in the side to get his attention.

'You don't have to,' Foster snorted, then with a wave of his hand, he called everyone to follow him. 'Oh yes, one condition,' he turned around, squeezing something like a smile out of himself. 'Which?' Ron asked interestedly, realizing that he had made a deep mistake, Jay could not be trusted.

'You are walking without a weapon,' the blond threw his last word and followed everyone into a small building.

The brunet remained standing in place with wide eyes in a state of shock. He will simply be killed, and he will not be able to defend himself. James Foster entered the enclosed space, nodding his head in greeting to the guard with the dog at the entrance. As he walked down the long hallway, he thought about the devastation their visit to Hailey would cause today and how to keep the girl safe so she wouldn't get hurt. But it's still worth scaring her, so that next time she knows who she's dealing with. Opening the heavy metal doors, a variety of weapons were revealed before him. 'James, what about the plan?' Dean asked, quietly coming up behind him.

The blond shuddered slightly, cursing under his breath.

'My dear friend, how many times do I have to tell you not to sneak up on me from behind?' The boy turned around, glaring at the curly-haired man.

'I’m not sneaking up at all, it’s just you walking like an elephant,' Dean’s cheeks dimpled, and a second later, the small room was plunged into ringing laughter. 'Hey, stop it. You just called me names,' Foster pouted his lips in a funny way, after which he picked up the boy’s perky laugh.

And it was at this moment that the two best friends behaved at ease and freely, not being afraid that someone could see them all with the same young enthusiasm. Laughter spilled over the body, developing a high tension of the upcoming fight. Fight for the freedom of a young girl. Two guys walked along a long corridor, holding machine guns in their hands. Their footsteps echoed off the walls of the empty room. Turning a corner, they approached the wall, opening metal doors. The people in this room immediately turned their heads in their direction. Foster tossed his heavy weapon onto the table, kicking off papers along the way. Documents scattered in different directions, slowly falling to the floor, accompanied by a characteristic sound.

'We need a plan guys. You all know that Josh is a drug dealer and, as you can see, he is a smart guy,' James stated, looking around at everyone with a serious look. 'James Williams Foster, Mr. Foster has come to see you with his men,' said the man who used to stand at the entrance in the form of a guard, only now he was without a dog.

'What is your father doing here?' Dean asked incredulously, glancing at the blond.

Jay's blue eyes darkened, losing Hailey's favorite color, the blue sky after the morning rain. He nodded his head to the guard, surveying everyone with eyes that matched the color of the ocean during the storm.

'Can you do it?' The curly-haired man asked solicitously, placing his hand on his shoulder.

He knew the injury his father had inflicted on him. Dean knew all the pain Jay felt then. He perfectly remembered how in the evenings they sat on the couch with a hot cup of coffee, and the young guy told him how much he missed his mother, sometimes restraining himself so as not to cry. Dean tried to understand him, but he didn't fully understand the pain and hatred the motherless boy felt.

Because Dean's parents lived a quiet life in California, hosting their loving son every month.

Foster lost his father long ago. For the guy, he no longer existed. And it was difficult for James to grow up without a mother. When she died, he lost a piece of his good heart with her. And when a teenager began to hate his father and not receive affection with love, his heart simply turned into a cold stone without feelings. And he hated his father for what he had done. And the father turned a blind eye to this, more and more often coming to the house drunk and with some woman by the arm. And it was ugly behavior, indeed. And the guy every evening went to his best friend, in order to somehow forget himself and not look at his father, whom he couldn’t stand. And when James became an adult, Mr. Foster asked him to sign his documents on the further transition of the black business to his son.

James Williams Foster, son of the great black businessman Mr. Foster, refused to sign the transfer document.

He did not like such things that his father was engaged in and his mother did not like this either, but she tolerated it. She endured for the sake of her son and for the sake of peace over her head, and most importantly, that she tried to put her son in the safety of a house with a man who was dangerous.

And James hated the fact that his father wasn't going to jail for things like pimping, drugs, and a host of other miscellaneous black jobs. But when his mother left this world, his bright feelings disappeared. And he himself turned into a monster, like his father, like the person he would not want to be for anything in the world.

'I'll do it myself,' the blond dropped his hand from his shoulder and left the room, leaving everyone in complete recklessness.

The guy stepped out of the building, clenching his fists. Dark blue eyes, like the ocean after a storm, immediately found a man with dark hair in a black elegant suit with a tie. Jay approached the man within arm's length, watching as the bodyguards began to get out of the black cars, feeling threatened by their superior.

Mr. Foster stopped them with a gesture of the hand and smiled, spreading his arms to the side, inviting his son into an embrace. But when, not noticing a single action or word on the part of the guy, he lowered his hands, and the smile immediately fell off his face. Now in its place was a smirk, hiding many secrets behind it. After all, this smirk James inherited from Mr. Foster.

'You don't even say hello?' A stern tone escaped the man's lips.

'Hello, Mr. Foster,' the boy rolled his eyes at such banality from his father’s side, throwing out the words defiantly.

'I expected to hear 'Hi, dad, I'm so glad to see you', but oh well. Get to the point, son,' the man waved his hand again for his men to lower their weapons, which had been aimed at James all this time. He approached the guy, pointing to the house.

'We need to have a serious talk with you in a comfortable environment, James,' the man said, stepping non-stop towards the residential mansion.

And the guy remained standing in the same place, looking in the wake of his past. Remembering what a strong and happy family he had when he was still a little boy. Still, his mother reached her goal. She took care of her boy, protecting him and closing his eyes to the danger that was nearby all this time. Maybe someday he will be able to tell what happened on the day of his mother's death and what his father had to do with it?

'What are you doing, James? Sit down in your seat immediately!' The man wiped the sweat from his forehead, yelling nervously at his son, realizing that he was close to the solution.

'The full business of Mr. Williams Foster shall not pass to Mr. James Foster until the death of the first individual. Mr. Williams will receive a notable capital as a consequence of the signature of Mr. James to developing such a popular business in the UK. After the agreement, accompanied by the signature of Mr. James Foster, Williams remains the owner of his business.'

'Did you say you weren't lying? I won't sign this!' Jay's scream echoed through the room, turning around, the boy threw the papers in his father's face.