Chapter 150 Disappointed
As the faint vibration broke through the tension. The restrained man stiffened. His eyes widened in pure dread.
Lucas noticed and others noticed instantly. Slowly and deliberately, he loosened his grip on the man’s shirt. The fabric slipped from his fist as his gaze dropped to the man’s pocket, where the sound was coming from.
The man shook his head weakly. “Don’t… Please don’t take it.”
Lucas ignored him. With a swift motion, he reached into the pocket and pulled out the phone.
The lit-up screen showed one name…Gabe.
The room went dead silent. Alex shifted slightly, watching Lucas carefully now, sensing something critical was about to unfold. Thomas stood beside the guy, not giving him even an inch to move.
Lucas stared at the screen for a brief second, his jaw tightening.
Then, without a word, a voice came through. “Hello?”
A pause followed before Lucas spoke, calmly with his voice low.
“Hey Gabe,” he said, his tone steady but laced with something dangerous beneath. “This is Lucas.”
On the other end, everything shifted. Gabe’s voice came through, sharp with shock. “Lucas? How did you…”
Lucas’s eyes hardened. “Save it, Gabe.”
The quiet authority in his voice cut deeper than a shout. “I’m not in the mood for any chit chat.”
He began pacing slowly, the phone pressed to his ear, every step measured. The others watched him, the tension coiling tighter with each second.
“Do me a favour,” Lucas continued, his tone dropping colder. “Tell my father to stop harassing my friend and me.”
A beat of silence followed.
“Because if he doesn’t…” Lucas’s lips curled slightly, but there was no humor in it. “I will report him for privacy infringement.”
Silence followed on the other end. It was heavy and loaded. Lucas didn’t wait for a response. He pulled the phone away and ended the call.
The click echoed louder than it should have. For a moment, no one spoke.
Lucas stood still, the phone still in his hand, his expression unreadable, but the storm beneath it was undeniable. Then slowly, he lifted his gaze. And this time, it wasn’t just anger in his eyes, it was war.
Lucas and Alex left the storage and headed home after directing Thomas to release the guy.
The drive home was unusually quiet. The buildings and roadside shops flickered past in slow intervals. The early sunlight cast brief shadows across Lucas’s face as he stared out the window. His jaw was tight, his thoughts louder than anything in the car.
Disappointment sat heavily in his chest. He couldn't believe what they had just discovered. He had actually considered going back home, he had considered believing, even for a second, that maybe his father had changed.
Now that thought felt almost laughable.
Beside him, Alex kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting loosely near the gearshift. His eyes flicked toward Lucas more than once, reading the silence, understanding it.
Lucas finally exhaled, long and tired. “Alex…” His voice was quieter than usual. “I’m so sorry my father was involved in this.”
Alex’s grip on the wheel tightened slightly before he relaxed again. He shook his head, a small, reassuring smile touching his lips.
“Come on, baby,” he said softly. “It wasn’t your fault. I know you must be disappointed. I'm too, but don't beat yourself up over this, okay.”
Lucas didn’t respond immediately. His fingers curled against his palm, like he was holding something in.
Alex continued, gentler now, “I guess you understand why I told you not to trust him.”
A brief pause.
“It was just instinct back then,” he added, his tone turning thoughtful.
“I never knew he would go this far,” Lucas said, letting out a quiet breath, shaking his head. “I mean… what for? Why is he monitoring us?”
There it was. The question they had no answer for hung heavy in the air.
Lucas turned his head slightly, his gaze shifting from the window to somewhere distant, like he was trying to piece together something that refused to make sense.
“It baffles me,” he admitted, his voice low. “None of this makes any sense. I don't know what his problem is."
Silence stretched between them again. Though not empty but full of questions neither of them could answer.
Lucas’s father was furious the moment the report got back to him. His study erupted into chaos as he barked. “What kind of idiot did you hire?!” His voice boomed through the room as he paced aggressively.
He flung papers off the desk in frustration. “You call that surveillance? The idiot got caught like a child!”
Gabe stood on the other end of the line, silent, absorbing the insults.
“I trusted you with something simple,” Lucas’s father continued, his tone sharp with disappointment. “And you send fools for it? Now I have to find an explanation for this fuckup.”
Without waiting for a response, he ended the call. Then, he dialed Lucas, once, twice, and even three times.
Each call rang out into silence without answer.
His jaw tightened. Fine, if Lucas wouldn’t pick up, he would text.
Lucas, I can explain. I only did it for your safety. You’re misunderstanding everything.
Message after message poured in, but none were opened.
Frustration turned into urgency.
By afternoon, he was already on his way to Alex’s house. The entrance was locked.
Two of Alex’s men stepped forward before he could even get close. “You’re not welcome here, sir.” One of them said firmly.
Lucas’s father scoffed. “I’m here to see my son.”
“Then you should call him,” the other replied coldly. “And don’t come here again. Next time, we will involve the police.”
The warning was clear and unyielding. For a moment, Lucas’s father just stood there, stunned, not used to being denied especially in that way.
Then, slowly, he turned and left.
But he didn’t stop. All through the day, Lucas’s phone lit up relentlessly with apologies.
“I was only trying to protect you.
You don’t understand the situation.
Lucas, answer me.”
Still nothing but silence.
By evening, desperation had crept in. So he turned to the last person he thought Lucas might listen to.
“Emily,” he said, his tone softer now, almost pleading. “Talk to him for me, please.”
Emily wasn't happy with their father but called Lucas and begged for their father.
Lucas accepted and texted him. “Dad, I had no problem with you,
But don’t try any tricks again. I don't need any protection from your men. We are fine.”
Lucas dropped the phone back, his face calm, but distant. He turned back to Alex and curled up back to him.
It was clear that something between father and son had shifted.
The next two days passed in an eerie stillness. Inside the apartment, Alex and Lucas kept to themselves. The outside world felt distant and quiet, they were happy together making their own merry.
There were no calls, no messages, and nothing from Mac. They even suspected that Mac could be one of Lucas’s father's doing.
That evening, Lucas leaned against the window. “It’s been two days, no sign of James either. I will resume work tomorrow.”
Alex’s head snapped up.