Lovers and Reprisals (Lovers Series) (4 page)

He strolled down the sidewalk, passing a woman whose eyes were filled with tears.  He didn’t stop to ask if she needed his help.  Today there would be many tearful people, mourning the loss of friends and loved ones, but for most the world will reset as if these people never existed.  As for him--he would go home, shower, then change into a fresh set of clothes.  He held no emotions for what he had done and his only regret was that he’d not planned for the deaths of Dash and the woman in Tollin’s apartment.  He disliked loose ends but in this instance, he’d been left with few options, leaving improvisation as his remaining choice.  Regardless of the outcome...or the fallout, he’d done what he’d been paid to do.  As it concerned Tollin Pettier; that kill had been duly served.   And the others--their lives held little value because on one point Dashiell had been correct.  In the end, he would classify them as collateral damage.  In laymen's terms, this amounted to one phrase “wrong place--wrong time”--not his problem.

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Chapter 2

11:37 Am

Morpheus Gustafson’s,

Annual Celebration

Fawn wobbled down the hallway, and each step looked like a gymnasts endeavoring to master the balancing beam. During one of her steps, she’d misjudged the distance; wedging a tight fit of her stiletto snuggly in the hem of her gown.  She was on the verge of falling face first and from behind, Bolden had noticed her struggle.  He sped up his pace reacting fast, bracing her back to prevent a tumble and she’d wrongly misinterpreted his touch.  Fawn cursed at him.

“Take your fucking hands off of me.”

Aggravated by her rant, Bolden shook his head, and he’d decided that he might have been better off had he allowed her to fall.  He considered this when he shot back his response.

“Fine...next time, I’ll just let you fall...and we’ll see how silly you’ll feel then.”

Her speech was slurred when she carelessly hurled an accusation.

“Oh...I bet you’d love that.  Big man like you would love to see his sister fall flat on her ass.”

She hiccuped, then added...  “Jackass.”

Bo glowered, because if he was a jackass, then she was a calculating bitch.  As far back as he could recall, Fawn had always schemed to undermine him.  He stalked into the room behind her, slamming the door once he’d been assured that they were indeed alone.

He spread his feet apart, matching the width of his broad shoulders.  Bolden was annoyed--and every rattled nerve was fast approaching a frenzied rage.  He didn’t hold back when he shouted...  

“I didn’t come here to get dicked around.  You said that you’d take me to dad.  So...where is he?”

“What?  Did I say that?”  She was feigning mock surprise.

“Stop fucking with me Fawn. 

“Oh...stop being so melodramatic.”

“Melodramatic!”  Bolden fumed, when he said...

“Where is our father Fawn?  Where is dad?”

“Why are you in such a hurry?  Think you’re to good to socialize?”

From the moment Bolden had arrived at his father’s home, he’d been on edge, mainly because he’d been greeted at the door by his plotting, scheming, good for nothing half-sister.  Her welcome had made him feel like he was the Gustafson’s returning prodigal son.  Then she topped off their reunion by dishing up a heaping load of her usual bullshit.  He didn’t need this; her or any of her snide jealousy crap.  What had he been thinking when he persuaded himself to come.

The room was silent, except for the other sounds in the house.  A pounding beat played in the background.  Dueling sounds of drums, bass and treble rode waves, vibrating walls and chandeliers.  The house was filled with dignitaries, city and state official’s, contractors; all assembled to celebrate New Year’s Day.  Bolden had not seen his father in years and before arriving, he had prepared himself to deal with his half-sister no matter what she did or said.  And here he was--horn locked, reliving the same old childhood squabbles.  Bolden shook his head.  He tried to refrain from drudging up the past.  Bo’s voice held a warning tone, when he said...

“Fawn...I’m not interested in meeting any of dad’s friends, so it wasn’t necessary to point me out to them. 
I have no interest in dad’s business or his affiliations.” 

“You talk as if dad’s work is unmentionable.  Business--affiliations...  What in the hell is that supposed to mean.”

“Arms deals...that’s what I mean.  His companies do not discriminate and they will sell to the highest bidder--with no care for the outcome.  I won’t involve myself with that.”

“Oh pshaw!  Listen to mister high and mighty.  Can’t get his hands dirty cause, he’s a big important attorney.  Mr. Upholder of the law...did you ever consider the fact that our father has other companies that don’t involve armaments”

Fawn giggled while she walked unsteadily in the direction of the bar.

Bolden cleared up the confusion, but he doubted if her head would grasp hold of the information.

“Yes, I am aware...but as an attorney I am an officer of the law and I don’t want to involve myself with anything that might be called into question.”

Fawn held onto the bar to maintain her balance when she said...

“Sounds to me like you’re calling our father a crook.  You don’t think that he’s capable of doing business aboveboard.  You have such a suspicious nature.”

“It’s necessary--especially when I’m forced to be in your company.”

Fawn narrowed her eyes when she said...

“For the record brother, let’s get something straight--as far as I’m concerned, you never have to be in my company.  I know that you don’t like me; and the feeling is mutual.  And our father is a better man than you’ll ever be.”

“Thanks for clearing that up.”

Bo paced the room, watching his soused sister sloshing dark liqueur in a short stubby glass.  She gulped a swallow and he considered that perhaps he should abandon this visit.  If his father was in this oversized mansion, he hadn’t seen him, and he doubted if his sister would be of any help to him.  He was prepared to leave when his attention was drawn to her.  She said...

“Do you know why daddy asked you here today?”

“Fawn--it’s New Year’s Day--it’s a holiday.”

“Is that the reason you think you’re here?  After all this time--after everything that happened the last time you were here in the city...”

Fawn was referring to the big blowout between father and son.  Words had been spoken and when the dust had settled; father and son had parted ways, each refusing to reconcile their differences.  For the past two years, Bolden had lived his life accepting that perhaps their relationship would never be repaired.  But when his father had called him, inviting him to his home; Bolden had been stunned, when he heard a response that amounted to him acquiescing.

Bolden replied saying...

“I remember what happened the last time I was in the city...and it’s time to end the foolishness.”

She crossed her chest with folded arms, smirking, she berated him--

“Foolishness?  God--you are such an idiot.  And you’re supposed to be the smart one.”

“Fawn--apparently you’ve got all the answers--so spill!”

Her words wreaked of disgust when she said...

“You wouldn’t know what to do if I did tell you the truth.”

“And you wouldn’t know the truth if it bit you on the ass.”

“Oh boy--little words from a little man.” 

He was tired of the tit for tat, because their interaction had always been dysfunctional.  However, it was obvious to him that from the moment he’d arrived, Fawn had deliberately steered clear of their father.  She’d been up to no good, from the second he arrived; even now, he could see a scheme brewing behind calculating eyes.

Bolden said...

“I didn’t come here to play games.”  He threw up his hands in defeat, while saying.  “I’m leaving Fawn.  When you see our father, tell him that I’ll talk to him later...away from here”

Bo headed for the door, when he heard Fawn behind him smirkily saying...

“I told dad that it was a mistake to invite you.  You don’t have what it takes to be a member of this family.  I told him this but he overrode me--and...”

Fawn threw her hands up in the air.  She walked over to the bar, then sloshed more dark liquid in a short stubby glass.  When she noticed that Bo had not left, she stared at his back, sipped her drink, then she said...

“I’ve said all I’m going to say” 

Reacting to her words, Bo turned to face her then he said...

“Hell...you haven’t said enough.  Talk Fawn,”

He said... “Why stop now...like always...you’re dying to fill me in.”

“Look--I’m just being helpful.”

Bo’s stomach curdled when he said...

“Helpful!  You haven’t been helpful a day in your life...especially when it comes to me.”

Fawn perched her back against the bar.  Her eyes were
glassy, but he could sense that she was lucid and actively plotting.  But why...that’s what he couldn’t get a handle on. 

Why had she been gunning for him from the second he arrived.  She didn’t do anything without having a reason; and he wondered if jealousy was her poison. 

Bolden said...

“I have a life Fawn--and I’m not here to mess up yours.  Whatever dad has--I want no parts of it.  It’s all yours...yours and yours alone.”

Fawn gulped her drink when she said...

“You are such a pansy.  Whose money do you think paid for all that highfaluting education?  I guess you didn’t care whose money foot the bill--as long as the money didn’t dry up.  Hypocrite.  Fucking snob.  You’re his gotdamn son and you want nothing to do with him!  He thinks that his brilliant Bolden is so gotdamn special because you graduated from Yale and Harvard.  Well...I went to Cornell...and so what if it took me six years to graduate; point is... I graduated.  I attended that stuck up school, rubbing elbows with women who didn’t think that their shit stinks.  I did it...because that’s what he wanted.  I did it to please our father...and it still wasn’t enough.  I wasn’t enough...because I’m not like you.  I’m not his ungrateful son.”  She snorted, and during her rant, Bolden had been stunned into silence.  Now that she’d taken a breath, he injected these words.

“I thought...I thought you wanted this...I mean...our father’s legacy.  The houses the businesses...I thought that you wanted me to step aside, giving our father no other choice except to will everything to you.” 

Bolden was confused but Fawn corrected him when she said...

“Do you actually think that I need you to step aside?  Do you think that’s the only way I could ever have what is due to me?  Fuck you--Fuck you--you fucking pansy!”

Like all of their other disagreements; this one was no different.  Their anger roared like a fire flamed by a fresh spray of gasoline. 

Bolden
pounced on her remark, like a lion poised for the kill. 

“What was I thinking--you are such an ungrateful bitch.  As far as I’m concerned, you can piss off Fawn.”

Spit spewed from her mouth, mixed with liquor and a vile layer of disrespect.  Fawn hammered him, saying...

“You piss off.”

“Fuck you!”

“Oh yeah--fuck you too!”

Brother and sister were gridlocked when a baritone voice cut through the profanity laden air.

“If anyone is going to get fucked--I’ll be the one doing the fucking.”

Morpheus Gustafson’s frame filled the doorway.  Their father leveled a cool gaze, eyeing his bullheaded children; then he glowered without changing the shape of his frown.  He entered the room, crossing the threshold, then closing the door once he was inside.  He was a towering massive man with broad shoulders and a mixture of Italian and Scandinavian handsome features.  As a young man, he’d decided that monogamy didn’t suit his way of life.  This choice amounted to numerous short term relationships, and two children with two different women.  He glared at his offspring, seeing bits and pieces of their parents.  Bolden took after his mother--but Fawn had taken after him.  His daughter was hell on wheels and he was certain she’d said something to fuel this argument.  But he didn’t have time to take sides or weed through their bullshit.  New Year’s Day was supposed to be a day of new beginnings, peace, love and a whole lot of other shit that he just couldn’t think of at the moment. 

An unsettling hush overtook the room.  Morpheus grunted before saying...

“Oh...so now you decide to be quiet.”

His gaze pointedly landed on the ignitor; Fawn.  He crossed the floor, choosing to sit in one of the oversized chairs. 

“What in the hell is going on in here.” 

Fawn smiled while saying....

“Oh...we were just talking.”

“Talking...” Morpheus said.  He glared at her and he didn’t water down the anger in his remark. “It sounded more like shouting.”

There was something about her father’s tone that wiped the smile off her face.  Fawn cleaned up her story, when she said...

“I was just telling Bo about family--you know...talking about why you’d called him--asking him to come here today, of all days.”