CHAPTER 29
Lucas snatches the papers away, and hands them back to Ryder. Ryder throws him a questioning look as I hear him whisper.
"Keep these for a while. Let me talk to him for a bit, and I'll be quick." Lucas explains and my brother nods in approval as he speaks.
"Be quick, Carter." Ryder speaks, as he hands Lucas his hunting knife and smiles at him.
Lucas walks towards me, as he crosses his arms across his chest, after tucking the knife in hus jeans pocket.
"You didn't answer me, Mr. Carter. Was it always the money?" I speak.
"Damian, don't. Please." He whispers and I find Ryder sitting on top of a distant tree, smoking a cigarette.
"Uh. You may call me, Mr. Godfrey." I snap. Enough of his innocent acting! If he wanted me dead, he could've just asked for it! WHY THE VERVAIN?
Suddenly, I notice an expression pass across his face. Grief? Regret? Sorrow? Though he quickly retreats back to his smug self.
"Okay, okay, Mr. Godfrey. I assume you hate me by now." He lets out a mocking laugh.
"I don't. And I never will." I speak, as I throw my head back in exhaustion.
"That attitude is gonna get you killed, Godfrey. Not that I care, though." He continues.
Yeah, of course you don't care. You don't like me, Lucas and I can never like someone who you dislike.
"I got killed the very moment you decided to betray me. You decided to betray my love for you. Isn't my heart ripped out my chest, enough for you? Then, why the torture?" My voice is chillingly quiet.
He takes out the knife from his pocket, as he cuts a gash on the right part of my bare chest. I wince. Blood oozes out of the fresh wound, as it soaks a part of my jeans.
"You trust too much." He smirks at me, admiring the wound, he just inflicted.
"I don't. And, you wanted 50% of my company shares? The wealth? I would've laid my world at your feet. You only had to ask. Kill me, do it. Get me the papers, I'll sign." I half-shout at him.
Ryder jumps down the tree, as he vamp speeds towards me and snatches the knife from Lucas. He digs the knife into my right bicep, as I clench my teeth. I won't make a noise and that's a fucking oath.
"This is for taking all of my parents' wealth and property, you sick brat!" He shouts at me.
"Oh yeah? You mean MY parents? They entrusted me with the money, Ryder. Because unlike you, I knew the value of it, wasn't a stone cold drunkard, you lunatic dick!" I snap at him, my voice raised.
He digs the knife in my right leg, as blood oozes out of the wound. I don't care. I frantically search for Lucas, as I see him sitting beside the pile of wood, smiling.
Ah, there's that smile, which I just love. He should smile more often. How will I ever hate him? I can't, no matter how hard I try.
"I deserved the money! I deserved everything which you have. GODFREY CORPORATIONS should've been mine." He lashes out.
"Really, my darling Ry? Wasn't taking Susan and marrying her enough for you? My damn housekeeper's name is also Susan for fuck's sake. And, if I ever wince when I say that name, it's because of you." I shout as I spot his eyes gleaming with untold hatred.
He vamp speeds towards Lucas and hands him the deed papers and a pen.
"Get it signed, Carter. And, kill him after that!" He seethes through his gritted teeth.
Okay, here is it. Bring the papers, Lucas. Atleast, I'd be happy in after life knowing that you'll have no financial problems for your whole lifetime. I wish I could do a toast to a better and luxurious life for him.