Chapter 77

***Dayle***

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I don’t want Chrissy to be a part of this conversation, but I can't stop her. There's nothing I can do.
“You won't say a thing, will you?” Chrissy almost raises her voice at him. “Prove to me that you didn't,” she inquires of him but Egan is acting up dimb and clueless.
“I don't know what you're talking about, baby,” Exactly what I mentioned, he's a thing up clueless. He draws closer taking her by the arms, gently propelling her to move away to talk secretly.
I lean on the table crossing my arms, no matter what he does or says to her, it won't change the fact that he's screwed. I have a strong feeling about that. By tomorrow, I should know if Leon worked for him or not.
I gape at them, they are arguing over a text message sent by Egan. Fucking asshole, I know that he's nothing but a jerk.
Chrissy walks away angrily leaving the entire area. The moment he attempts to walk off, I hurriedly pull him by the arm veering him to face me. He looks angry me but it's not compared to what I feel towards him.
“Get your hands off me trai–”
“Do you really want to keep calling me that shit? You're in my house, don't forget!” I warn him, he takes off his hand forcefully.
“What do you want?” he asks. “Dayle you fucked up, you know that we’d never do such a thing to each other—you know that!”
I shrug. “You’re such a bitch, did you know? You're nothing but a stoolie, honestly. You had Leon leak the video just to get back at who? Me? What the actual fuck, Egan?” I try not to raise my voice in order to keep calm. He scoffs.
“That's false!”
“False?”
“Yes.” he scoffs. “This is you trying put your shit onto me but trust me, You. Are. Wrong!”
“I'm wrong? How? You betrayed—”
“Dayle, enough!” he cuts me short with a proud grin. “How do you explain it if I'm the one behind it? I don't have the video and I didn't know about the video in the first place! Dayle, you've always been the bigger dick amongst us, you always have a way of getting what you want, right or wrong.” he says, I'm one second away from hitting this guy. I SWEAR.
“One more word Egan, and I’ll punch you right in the face!”
“You won't do shit! You're only mad because you know that I didn't leak the video...”
There is no way I can let him say shit to me, I find myself punching Egan.
The security men around come around to separate us.
“Take the boss’s son in!” one of the men says to the others while he leads Egan out of the garden—to eventually drive him home. While strutting down the lawn, I see Dom approaching, he's been told in a just span of minutes.
“What happened? Is he okay?” Dom asks the others and they nod a yes. “Where is Egan, is he safe?”
“He’ll be driven home in no time!” one says. Dom turns to me and swallow up my words.
“I want to be left alone!”
“Okay, I understand but what happened? Is it something we should worry about?” he asks
“No, we—we got into an argument. We'll be fine!” I tell him as calm as I can before leaving.

*
07:03 pm,
Brenda tells me that Dad wants to see in his study. Chrissy is in the kitchen with Ms. Lena, they are helping with dinner, Dad hates it when they get involved with the chores or duties around the house but they're too stubborn to listen. I don’t know if Chrissy will be mad at me for beating up her boyfriend — I mean irritates me to accept but he fucking came at me and I'm not one to sit back and relax.
I hear mutterings coming from the study, Dad is discussing with Dom.
“...I’m sure that Freya has come to take him...” Dad hisses angrily. “I won't let that happen, not while I breathe!”
“...Boss, I promise that we are doing everything possible to secure them—him, nothing will happen. He's fierce as you are!”
“...Dom, I trust you with these situations and that's why I'm asking you to do this! Find Freya wherever that she may be, before she acts stupid. It's rather unfortunate that she got out of the asylum! That psychopath!”
“...I’ll do as we've arranged, boss. Ve strong—for him and your wife!”
Dom says to Dad says and then I hear footsteps approaching the the door and so I barge in.
They look slightly stunned definitely assuming that I had heard or not heard a word. And who's Freya and who's HIM that they are trying to protect? It's me. The security has been too tight lately and could that be the reason why Dom has been on my ass the whole time?
Fuck!
“Dayle! Are you okay?” Dom asks and I nod affirmatively. “Okay, I'll go ahead now. Just in case you need something!” he walks off buttoning his suit.
“Da-Dayle, I uh... I wanted to talk to you about something!” he motions for me to sit on the sofa, we both do. Does he want to talk about Freya? I'm wondering. He rubs his eyes after taking off his glasses.
“I heard about you and Egan, what happened? He got to you or what?” he asks. For the first time in ages he's not putting the blame on me or concluding. Great.
“We got into an argument... He was extremely unfair and so I couldn't stay back—I hit him. I just couldn't—”
“Dayle, I know that I raised you to be strong but not a Coward. You don't have to overreact— it's not best. His parents are crazy, they'll just come knocking and ranting over some medical shit...” he stops and heaves a deep sigh. “Are you okay my boy?”
“Sure! I'm perfect! I’m... I'm sorry about what I did, I'll apologize to Mr. and Mrs. Montez if you want me to,” I opt but he nods negatively. I'm tied up and I have zero strength to rebel or whatsoever.
“No!” he adds. “We should head for dinner, you Mom and sister are waiting for us!”
“Are you... Okay? Are you tensed about something?” I ask. Regardless, he's my father, I've known him all my life and so I have to know what happening to him.
“I'm only stressed up. The new Franchise and all that could be adding up. Don't worry Dayle. That's awesome, you're looking out for your old man!” he teases just to get me off the topic. We both smile but it's not good enough.
“Alright. You should know that I care, right?!” I tease right back.

*
Chrissy and Ms. Lena are already sitted. There are several delicacies prepared for dinner. It's great but this is the last thing on mind. Dad kisses his wife on the lips—they are so in love. Great. I sit next to Chrissy, she dabs my thigh swiftly and accompanies it with a smile. Fuck. Thank heavens, she's not enraged otherwise I would have hated myself right now.
“So my adorable children, we have an important announcement to make.” Dad starts, he turns to his wife. “Darling, will you tell them or should I? I'm one second away from spilling the beans, wifey!” he teases, everyone laughs but I force a smile. It's not like I'm not excited about whatever it is but I'm curious to know what Dad is hiding from me.
“I will honey,” she says. She clears her throat first before continuing. “Okay. Your father and I visited the hospital yesterday to run some tests. I've been having a series of ill moments, when the results came out ur turned to be that I'm four weeks pregnant!”
“Oh my God Mom, oh my gosh!” Chrissy excitedly springs to her feet, she runs around to the table to hug Ms. Lena. “I'm so excited to hear this. I used to think that having a baby around the house would irk me but no way, I can't even wait for nine months to pass by!” she tells them both, she extends the hug to Dad. Dad loves it when Chrissy shows her affection towards him, he genuinely loves her.
“Congratulations Ms. Lena, I'm happy... for you! You too, Dad!” I calmly say to them, they smile at me.
“Thank you so much Dayle, it means a lot to us.” she says and I nod lightly.
Chrissy returns to sit as we start eating, they are already discussing where our vacation would take place, Mom thinks that Zanzibar should be included in the travel list.
Our parents gets carried away in their discussion, they kiss after every two minutes—yes I'm counting offhandedly.
“What's up with you? Babies irritate you? Don't tell me that you are a baby racist?!” Chrissy teases and a smile settles in.
“I'm not. They are adorable for all I know, I'm anticipating as well!”
“You’d do so well with babies, trust me!”
“No, you’d do extremely great with babies.” I tell her as she smiles at me. I lean in to whisper in her ear. “I can't wait for you to have mine,” I pull away while she freezes with her eyes widening.
“Is everything okay?” Ms. Lena asks. I place my hand on her thigh, slowly caressing it. She's fucking sexy in shorts, everything she wears looks extraordinarily pretty on her.
“Yes. Mom. He was telling me about the name he'd call the baby once you have safely delivered.” Chrissy says. I didn't expect that lie but yeah, she lied because of me. Our parents exclaim happily, they are curious to know the names.
“No, it's a... a secret. Until you're eight months old! Right Dayle?”
“Absolutely!”
The affirmative smile she gives me gets my cock twitching instantly. I'm turned on, I fucking swear. She's making me forget that I have problems to deal with.
I take up my phone and text her even it she is seated next to me.
*Would you like to see a movie with me at midnight?*
She takes her cellphone to reply.
*Only if it's a murder documentary!*
Reading her choice of entertainment for tonight is weird and engrossing at the same time.
*So be it! To murder a coochie? Fascinating!*
I text back. She reads it.
“No phones at the table kids, let's eat up. We have cakes to munch on.” Dad urges us and we comply. She kicks my leg teadingly causing me smile harder than I've done since the beginning of the meal.