Chapter 43 Fourty Three
AMELIA XAVIER
When someone was in a fucked up situation what would be the first thing that'll pop up in their minds. Straight death. Violence. Depression or social detachment.
What a fun thing to do — but I wasn't giving that any option, I still needed to fight, didn't I?
I sat on the bed , my head rested firmly on my palms, my face hiding in them. Paris was a curse.
Suddenly, I heard a loud bang from inside, someone had slammed open the door. I got my guard up swiftly opening the small cupboard at the side of the bed and drew out a pistol. Slowly I walked to the door, my feet light like a feather.
“Amelia!” Someone screamed and I stopped dead in my tracks.
“Owen,” I mouthed, tucking my gun in my leg belt. He must have heard me because he came towards my direction. I could feel the thumping sound from his feet as it fell.
“There you are, sweetheart,” he said and strangely that startled me.
Fuck my senses. “You ended the call, so I thought…”
“I was in Germany,” he replied, going into the room. My eyes widened, I had interrupted his meeting. “Then how did you get back so soon?” I inquired although I knew he could. He was Owen Winters, the family that had control over almost anything.
“I bought the airport, it was private owned anyway,” he shrugged, slumping on the bed. I wanted to say something but stopped halfway. He was Owen Winters after all.
“ Now back to the main problem, I'm pregnant Owen,” I muttered and took a seat on the bed next to him. He said nothing for a while and when I opened my mouth to say something, he spoke. “And I'm engaged.”
“Fuck?! You're engaged?” My eyes widened in bewilderment, he must be joking but then Owen Winters was the worst at jokes — daddy was better.
“It's for business purposes, I had a thing with her. It was a one time something and fuck I regret it,” he explained, but then again why was I pissed off? He had explained himself, but why in the whole crime family was I annoyed?
“Then I should just do an…”
“That's not a fucking option, pumpkin,” he interrupted and quickly, stood from the bed.
Owen pulled me up and hugged me, his large arms wrapped around my waist made me feel protected — safe.
“Come live with me. They don't need to know, I'll look for a way to terminate the marriage,” he suggested calmly and I almost fell for it.
Almost. He needed to try harder.
“It's for business, and to live with you? I came to Paris for something not to follow you to your little world!” My emotions spilled out like an overflow of coffee in a cup.
“Aren't we here already, Amelia? You'll do what you have to and I do mine. we're business partners, anyway,” he said and before I could object, he pressed his lips on mine. I didn't hesitate.
Owen Winters had a way of getting the final say, his caramel skin and eyes like frost played the trick to and fuck! Did I forget his smile and the sweet words that rolled off his tongue like water in a river.
“I can't say no to you,” I said when we parted. “I know that pumpkin, you would never,” he joked — a very sour joke, but I laughed punching him on the arm.
Father would be very disappointed if he heard that I met with Owen Winters and a baby was forming in my stomach. But, I was old enough to make whatever decisions and yes, making him proud was part of it. I loved him.
“I'll leave tonight,” I said and walked away.
OWEN WINTERS
I'm not insane
I'm not insane
I'm not fucking insane!
These words rang in my head, as I picked up my phone to call father. When I stormed out of the restaurant, they were shocked including Lucille and of course I knew father needed an explanation.
I dialled his line and he answered on the first ring.
“Owen Winters, you better…”
“I had business to attend to, back in Paris. The recently built art gallery that somehow sold ammunition underground had been burnt down-” I paused then added, “- just like I did years ago to that same place.” Father scoffed, but said nothing for about a minute then he spoke, “And you left in such a hurry? Oh please, don't fool me, Owen.”
I knew the old man wouldn't believe me and I was a terrible liar.
“Well, I guess I'm so devoted to my duty especially since you made me your heir considering I'm your only son,” I countered sneeringly.
“Whatever you say, but you have to make it up to them and…” he paused as if trying to recall something, then he continued. “Dylan told me Amy is in Paris, have you seen her?”
“No,” I said quickly, then cursed the fact that I did. Father knew everything.
“You have. A fatherly warning, Owen Winters, stay away from her,” he said and gawd I almost laughed.
Fatherly warning? Scoff. Amy already had a baby forming in her stomach from me. “Don't worry father, your warning came in handy,” I replied and hung up before the discussion got deeper.
I wanted to smash the phone across the room, but I was already a regular customer at the phone store — nice and fucking convenient, ironically.
I looked out the window, the sun had disappeared and was replaced by the moon, the rain wouldn't be here. Stripping naked, I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The cold water ran from my hair down to my body, my mind focused on an entirely different thing.
I was proclaimed the heir to the house of the Winters when I was the only son father had except… . My eyes widened in realization.
Father was hiding something, but I wasn't sure what it was… maybe a son or a daughter… or God bless my soul I was fucking overthinking.
My phone rang from inside the room and my entire being came back to reality. I needed to pick Amy up.
Merde! What a complicated life I lived.