Chapter 104 Banished - Miguel POV
I tuck my dick commando into my jeans since my underwear is now completely wet. Madison looks hungrily at my crotch as I pull up my zipper. This woman is going to be the death of me, I swear.
She doesn't even know how much she turns me on.
Her father is probably waiting for me with a shot gun already.
And I don't think her parents are stupid, both of our hair are wet, and we didn't just get dressed.
I get dressed completely, and I grab my helmet, because I have a feeling this is not going to go well for me.
I have never dated formally, so I have never met anyone's parents as a boyfriend either, and this was certainly not the way I wanted the introduction to go that Madison is more than just an acquaintance.
I've known the Smiths for a long time, but I've always just been Ben's brother to them. That's already a bad start as it is.
Madison looks nervous as hell, and I don't blame her, even my heart is galloping in my chest like I'm getting a death timing.
I let her take the lead, and we find her parents in the kitchen sipping coffee.
Mr.Smith looks at me with hatred in his eyes. "Take a seat."
We're like two teenagers being caught in the act when we sit down opposite them.
"Miguel." Mrs.Smith clears her throat. "I don't know if Madison informed you or not, but we have already discussed with her that we think it's better that the two of you don't see each other for some time."
I glance at Madison from the corner of my eye, and she's fidgeting in her seat. I'm certainly not telling them I haven't heard from her at all, and that I had to break into their house to get her attention.
"This thing with Ben is really concerning, and he really hurt our daughter." The hurt bleeds into Mrs.Smith's voice. "So I think you can understand where we are coming from."
There are so many things I want to say, that this is not their decision. Their daughter is an adult who can make her own decisions, but I ultimately want to win them over, I want them to see that I can take care of her, protect her, not just from Ben, but anybody else who might want to hurt her.
"And I don't appreciate you coming into our house when we're not here." Mr. Smith speaks up, and if he could kill me with his eyes alone, I would be a dead man.
"Dad, please, I invited him." Madison lies, and I chance a look at her, hating that the sadness is back in her eyes from when I got here.
"With all due respect, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, I love your daughter, and taking out who hurt her is at the top of my priority list. I know it might be difficult for you to comprehend right now, but I will respect your wishes. For now. After Ben is dead, I don't expect you to stand in my way. And when the time comes, I will be back asking for her hand in marriage."
Everybody looks at me with open mouths and shocked expressions, and nobody says anything when I get up and bend down to thread my fingers into my mouse's wet hair and kiss her like her parents aren't watching.
"I'll see you soon." I whisper in her ear after I leave her breathless. "Keep your phone on."
I walk myself out.
There is no way I'm staying away from her, especially not now that I know that my fingerprint has been added to their security system. They can try to stop me, but what they don't know won't hurt them.
I get my bike where I parked it, and drive to a place I haven't been in person in a very long time.
I park my bike in front of the brownstone townhouse. Its magnificent, and probably worth twenty million dollars, a house that's been in my father's family for generations.
As a young boy who grew up his first few years in poverty, coming here felt like I was royalty at first. Little did I know the horror that was awaiting me.
I go the front door, and ring the bell.
Samuel, the butler's eyes widen when he opens the door and finds me on the other side. "Miguel, what a pleasure to see you." He steps aside so I can enter and take my helmet from my hand. "Your father is in Washington at the moment, but your mother is upstairs in the gym."
How he could use the word "mother" to me, baffles me. If there's someone who knows what goes on in this house, it's Samuel.
"Is Ben not here?" I want to know. He's the reason I came back to this hell-hole in the first place.
"Ben rarely stays over these days, he has an apartment on Hudson River."
So whatever Lucille managed to dig up was true.
"Would you like me to make you some brunch while you're visiting?" There's a smile on Samuel's face. "Like old times?"
"No, thank you, Samuel, I'm not staying long." I look around at the classical architecture, a place that was supposed to be a safe haven for me.
I will kill Ben, and I have no intention to ever return here. What will happen to this house then?
I take the stairs and make my way over to the gym.
I stand in the doorway, watching the woman who ruined my childhood walking on the treadmill while watching some kind of reality show about housewives.
Caroline Cargill looks exactly like the trophy wife of a wealthy man. Her blonde hair is in a ponytail , carefully colored to hide the inevitable greys, and the subtle tucks and plumps to her body and face are artfully done.
She senses my presence, and her mouth drops open, immediately stopping the treadmill so that she slows her walk until she gets down.
"Miguel, what a surprise." She smiles like the cat who ate the canary before grabbing her towel and dabbing at her face. "What brings you here? Your father's not home."
"I was in the neighborhood." I lie.
"Ben said you started at the firm this past week?" Her eyebrows raised slightly. "How interesting."
"Well, I just wanted to say hi, so goodbye." I turn around to leave, but she stops me with a call of my name.
She's right in front of me when I turn back around. "You're not here to look for trouble, are you?"
"What in the world would make you think that?" I keep my tone even and my face expressionless.
"We're just so happy you're at the firm, as it should be."
She's lying through her teeth, she never wanted me there.
I smile, thinking of the day I see her face when she holds her dead son in her arms.
"As it should be, Caroline. I'll come back when Father returns."
Maybe by then Benedict Cargill the second, will be no more.