Chapter 79: Frustrated

Chapter 79: Frustrated
Miles's POV 

"Why isn't he picking my calls!" I roared and smashed the phone in my hand on the wall in front of me while panting.

"He pisses me off!" I furthered kicking the bed but Julius seems to be making things worst, as he only shakes his head and draws in a long smoke from the cigarette stuck in between his teeth.

"Now let me get this straight, there's a Liam you recently discovered who kind of figured out one of us is in his league and to keep him quiet, you actually blackmail him?"

He questioned, as though interested in my words but still have no response.

"So, man, why don't you just kill him?"

"I just figured out and do you think killing him is that easy? He's gray's son and I just don't want anything that starts a war"

"Fuck that shit man, he's good as dead, just let me handle it, I'd make it look like an accident"

"Really? And you think gray will believe that story?" I gnarled turning to look at him with blazing eyes.

He snickers and spit out the cigarette inside the tumbler of whiskey in his hand.

"Miles, have he told you anything? Did you figure out if he's the masked man?" He asked sitting upright on the chair.

"He knows nothing..."

He didn't let me finish before he burst into laughter.

"Miles? For real? He's good at hiding and don't believe him when he says he knows nothing"

"He lost his memory after that accident"

"That the boss caused" he said trying to brief me over a memory.

"I've checked miles, he's useless and curious as we are"

"Wait Cole, why haven't we gotten any message about Belle's next movement?"

"She's at the precinct" I said relying the message of our spy.

"That's weird and did the boss confirm to that?"

I shook my head, taking my seat on the bed.

"Do I need to ask him when her team member has informed me"

"I have an absurd feeling about this, mostly when it involves miles, I mean we had to halt the concert, because he found a poster, the boss also feels threatened by him, you're worked up, thanks to miles" he stated like a theory and I tried looking into it.

"But not miles, he's no threat" I defended strongly believing my point but he was finding it hard to trust my words.

"Away from that, haven't you convince Belle yet that miles is me? I mean why are they getting closer from the looks of it?"

I furrowed my brows at him as he was making a point from that which baffles.

She's meant to be intrigued and make every possible means just so miles gets looked up but then it seems she let everything slide.

"She's smart" I attest to it loudly that Julius crackles.

"What if they're working together in secret? We have to separate them" he furthers bringing up assertions like he was scared of something of the unknown.

"Miles means no harm" I strongly advocate that I had to ask myself why I keep defending him when sometimes ago, I wanted him dead.

"Great, if you said so but I warned you though" Julius said, believing that something would come up.

"Can we not talk about miles and think of how to eliminate Liam?"

He nods pressing palms on his chest and then lowered his head like an idea will burst out and crown him.

"The only thing I can say is kill him, give me an address and I'd get it done" he said so excited to carry out that assignment and I swallowed hard.

"Just handle it your way, killer" I buttered as he stood up, straining his shoulders and grinning.

"How's your old man, heard he had a problem with miles"

"Miles knocked him out after realizing his behavior to his wife"

Julius kissed his teeth as he marched to my door.

"Then I guess he'd torture you to death if he finds out you're part of the boy band" he says spurring the door open.

"He'd never know, that's why I'm drawing closer to him"

"Whatever, you have such a dramatic life with him and your family" he concludes without looking back at me and then shut the door.

I heaved a sigh, staring at the plain door like someone or something will come out of it.

In what felt like a few minutes, my phone rang and it was from the president.

I squeezed my lips, breathing hard as I glanced at the screen of my phone.

It rang twice before I decided to respond.

"Where's miles?"

I crossed my legs as that's the first thing he asked for despite being beaten to stupor.

"Planning to kill you" I said anticipating his reaction even though he wasn't here.

There's silence across the phone and he scoffed in a muffle.

"It's time to disown that boy!" He spat outrageously.

"Okay?" I triggered hitting my palm on my thighs.

"Strip him of all my wealth, make sure he becomes a beggar on the street that way, he learns a lesson never to mess with me"

I moved my fingers to my left brows and then inhaled.

"You still want to keep him? I thought you want to disown him"

"He's my son, I can't"

"Someone you adopted?" I snapped brewing with anger as he still sees miles as his favorite and I don't know how it works.

"We've become attached" he defends and I heard a scratch. Probably his beard.

"So what's the point of calling me when you'd have it all done"

"To give me an advice" he said and I heard the crack of a seat. I fell back to the bed, knowing that whatever I tell him is a waste of time because he's favourite son cannot be harmed.

Maybe, perhaps, it's good he goes because even his voice taunts my ears and make them bleed.

"Do whatever you want" I concluded and terminated the call.

Hastily, I flung my phone on the bed and then stared at the ceiling.

I just want everybody dead or perhaps, I should have a look at her office.

To see her and then perhaps, i'd be alright.

But then, I don't want to trouble her at the precinct.

Just while I was lost in thoughts, the boss call comes in.