Chapter 2 As A Wife For His Son

Vivian's POV:

I study him, too, with a lunatic stare, moving my head a bit while scanning him, with my jawline clenched and all contracted.

"Detective. You don't know whom you're speaking to. Open your system and insert the following." He's looking at me surprised, but silent. "NOW! MY parents have died.... I don't have time for the protocol shit. Hit in the following, 'raven dark star'. What you get as results, that's fucking me. Look at it and then give me what I've asked of you." He's curious and does what I told him to. When the results come in.... Three, two, one....

"HOLLY SHIT!" He stands up in front of me after this. "My respects, Madam.... I didn't know...."

I take my black leather suit jacket aside a bit and show him my badge. I'm a fucking top secret agent, the worst kind there is. Criminals shit their pants when I get to them. Yeah.... That's the unofficial me.... I'm well-known worldwide and I'm so fucking handsomely paid for my services. From my family, only Stevie found out, by accident, when he was 14, when I came home late at night, shot, bleeding. I couldn't cover it in front of him and had to tell him and to keep it a secret forever. Next day, I moved alone in a fucking apartment, to avoid the shit that happens sometimes, and I have become a loner when it comes to family to not be caught again, to protect them. But I feel that this has to do with my unofficial me. This is what my guts tell me. I'm guilty for my parents' deaths, because of my under job.

"Yeah, yeah.... Sit down." I cover my badge. "Give me the details."

He sits and gives me the files he has for now. I look over them and when I see mom and dad.... It fucking trashes my heart and soul.... They are smashed and covered in blood....

Mom.... Dad.... NO! NO! NO! FUCK NO! In appearance, I look like a stone, no emotion, no nothing. Inside, I'm dying. I stand up with the files in my left hand.

"These are my parents. You're off the case now. Send the case over my office, at my agency. I need full forensics report, and all sent the soonest. We'll keep in touch. Have an easy one." I leave him there shocked and walking out all angry, not waiting for him to say another thing. Fucking shit! I'm the guilty one! I've killed my parents! Because of what I fucking do! No.... I can't.... I can't....

"Viv?" Stevie is standing up, still having tears and looks at me all hopeful.... I'm sorry, baby.... I'm so sorry.... Blame me.... I'm guilty for this.... I'm dead from now on....

"Let's go, baby. Stop crying! We don't solve anything with crying, baby.... I'm sorry...." I take him by his shoulders and go. He's going with me, wiping his tears with his hands and taking me with his right hand by my waist. He's getting strong now. I kiss his temple. "They'll pay.... You know they will...." I won't rest until they'll get their death sentences....

We are in the car now. I'm driving to our home. "Viv? What am I going to do now?" What? He's looking in front, worn out and heartbroken, but not crying anymore. He's in the blocked feelings stage.

"What do you mean?" I send him a look and I go back on the road.

"I don't want to live there alone now.... I can't.... Don't leave me there alone.... I have no one there now.... Viv...." He's looking at me with pleading watery eyes and grabbing my right hand. "Please, Viv.... Take me with you...." I won't leave you alone, kiddo.... You're my only family left.... Alright.... I'll take you to my place for now.... It's not like I have a personal life, and someone is waiting for me there. Not that I would want that.

"We'll go to my place, baby bro. I would never leave you alone. I was just trying to protect you guys...." And look what fucking happened.... SHIT! I caress his hair, and he releases a prolonged sight. He's manning up. I turn the car around and change the route to my place.

"Viv? There's something you don't know...." What? I look at him, but he's hesitant to tell me. He avoids my stare. What's the matter?

"There's a loan mom and dad took, without you knowing. And there's a collateral." I break the car mid road at this point. What did you say? What's that concerning? WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE?!

"Loan? Collateral? Stevie?" He turns his lost eyes at me. Don't make me nuts.... From your stare, it's not good news....

"Viv? Don't freak out.... OK." He swallows hard. Fucking tell me already.... Cars are honking behind us....

"A big investor they met last year. They've contracted 10 million for investments on a new company that has me and you as successors. They've messed up and the investment is failing. They were last night to get another investor to back up the monthly payments as they're a few months late. The investor is a guy our dad's age and said to dad five months ago that if he doesn't pay back as agreed, he wants you as...." WHAT?! ME?! AS WHAT?! This is madness....

"As what?!" I'm losing my temper now....

"As a wife for his son.... Dad signed the agreement.... The guy and his son are billionaires.... I'm sorry, Viv.... I couldn't tell you as dad interdicted me to.... He said he'll deal with it before reaching to you.... But now he's dead... Mom, too...." He's crying again. WHAT?! THAT ISN'T EVEN LEGAL! I'M A FUCKING ADULT! I DIDN'T CONSENT FOR THIS SHIT!

The second day, I went to see the bodies of my parents. I couldn't first time.... I needed to be alone, without Steven. I have seen corps, blood and the worst in my life, and had no problem, but to see your own, it's pain after pain. When I got out, I threw up in the parking lot and had the worst day of my entire fucking life. Nothing compares to seeing your own loved ones in such a state and dead.... And you can't do anything about it, just cry and have your heart torn into pieces.... I have no soul left, no heart, no nothing.... The only thing that anchors me to life right now is Stevie. Our parents were orphan, so we don't have other family members than us. We do have our own friends, but blood is one. No matter how much you bicker to one another, blood is a powerful bond which gives forgiveness and being there for each other all the way.

We had the funerals. From the family, only us two, and there were a suit of friends and business clients and associates who came to present their condolences and have their last goodbyes. The second most painful event in our lives....

My little brother is staying with me for the last two weeks. Yes, two weeks have passed since the death of our parents, and I have no lead to the ones who murdered them. It's a murder case. I don't know for what they had to suffer such a painful and sudden death.

I don't know what time it is, but it's morning. These two weeks were hell on earth as I had companies and missions to deal with. Today we have the meeting with our lawyer to read the will and settle all transfers to me and Stevie. The collateral? It's going to be discussed today as well. I have no problems over that. It's not fucking legal. They can't do shit to me. The lawyer has the contract over that and said we'll have it on the table to legally discuss on it today. No, I haven't seen it yet. I didn't give a fuck on it after Stevie told me. I was just overwhelmed by my parents' death that I overreacted.

I'm in my bedroom, dressed like last night as I had a mission, and I was beat tired to change. I came home at around three in the morning. I'm splashed over my bed, with my pillow in my arms and dead in my sleep. "Viv?" She's not here.... Go to sleep.... "Viv!" Stop shaking me.... I'm not going anywhere.... Let me droll on the pillow some more.... "Sis! The lawyer! It's today!" Stop yelling! I'm sleeping, not deaf! "Sis.... Come on.... Wake up...." I'll beat your fucking ass.... You go.... You said you're a man now.... Go and be a man and let your sister sleep.... I'm making the money and you go and deal with the other shit.... Done.... Responsibilities shared.... "Sis? Who's Monroe? He said he's...." What?! Not another fucking mission! I open my eyes and grab my phone from his hand, now seated on the bed, raking my fingers through my unruly hair as I always have it in the morning, yawning....

"Coffee, bro.... Coffee.... Fast...." I'm reading the message. 'Meeting. I need you. I'm at the hotel. Private.' Yeah....

"Here. All ready." I take the cup from him, looking on the phone still, as I have to reply. 'I'll be there. 8 pm.' "Another mission? Viv? You worry me with all this.... You were last night too? You came in late. Please.... Don't go anymore, sis. You're the only one I've got now...."

I move me webbed, sleepy eyes at him, closing my left eye, as I'm so fucking tired and the sunlight really fucks my eye. He's all dressed up, in a suit. He's one grown man. Stevie is tall with dark chocolate wavy short hair, we share same eyes, and well-built for his age. When did you grow so tall and handsome, little bro? I'm so fucking aging.... You were so fucking small 18 years ago....

"Stop nagging.... You look like a little man, baby bro." I stand up and stroke his shoulder. "Thanks for the coffee." I take a sip, give it back to him, and go for a shower and change of clothes. Kiddo....

"I'm not little! I'm taller than you now!" Still a fucking kid in my eyes... Baby bro.... He's yelling at my back while I'm already in the bathroom and smiling.

After some, I don't know, 15 minutes sleeping under the shower, with my forehead on the shower's wall, I wash up and change into clean clothes. I have a black, long top, tailored to my body, a pair of black jeans leggings type, a black leather jacket within my waist, my flat black leather shoes, have some BB-cream on my face, and I'm ready to zombie around. And a touch of perfume which always makes me sneeze after I put it on. My black shades are on. I have sensitive eyes to sunlight when I wake up.

"Let's go, Stevie.... I can't wait to finish it and come back to sleep some more.... I can't fucking keep my eyes opened...." I would sleep for a month....

I take the car keys, purse, and off the door to go through this hell as well. Everything connected to our parents gives us more pain and remembering our loss.

"Sis!" What?! What's more?! I turn around to look at him. What did I forget? "You haven't brushed your hair.... It's all.... Puffed...." He breaks into laughter. I'll beat your ass if you laugh one more time.... Try for a day to be in my fucking shoes and see how that goes.... I ignore him and go back to arrange my hair.