The Villain by Nana Malone

The Villain by Nana Malone

Author:Nana Malone [Malone, Nana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sankofa Girl


29

Drake

I couldn’t wipe the shit-eating grin off my face. I'd left Daphne in the shower and come down to scrounge up some breakfast for her.

But it seemed I wasn’t early enough.

"Judging from all that creaking last night, I assume you two overcame your differences?"

I whipped around from the stove. “Jesus, old man, you have the reflexes of a cat and the feet of a ninja. Also, I don't kiss and tell, Reginald."

He drank his coffee and smirked at me. "And lucky for me, I like long walks."

I smirked and shook my head. "It was unexpected."

He gave me a nonchalant shrug. "Hey, I don't judge. I'm glad you two have come to an understanding."

"Yeah, well, I'm still determined to keep her safe."

He took another slow sip of his tea. "Do you have a more concrete plan for Massimo?"

I flipped the eggs and turned to him. "Daphne and I were talking, I think he’s been after her because of her job primarily. I think she has access to data he needs. The only way to know for sure is to get that ledger. He needs her. I can draw him out, but I want insurance for her first."

He sighed. "So tomorrow is still on then?"

He hated the idea of me going into the field without back up. "Yeah. I want you to keep an eye on Daphne, while I follow my hunch. If I don’t come back in forty-eight hours, execute pinnacle protocol." Pinnacle protocol was a whole background work up complete with false ID’s, bank accounts, etc. I had that contingency for her in case I fucked up and failed.

"I will guard your treasure with my life. You know, there was a time when I was just like you."

"Oh, really? You haven't always been this overbearing, too strict, fatherly type?"

"Lad, there's no being too strict with you. You just looked for trouble all the time."

"Yeah, I was a slippery little cunt, wasn't I?" I chuckled.

"Yes. You are also a damn good son."

The warmth of his statement spread through my chest. I shrugged and gave him a smile. "You're a half-decent father. I’ll give you that."

"Well, Jasmine and I did our best."

I smiled at the memory of Jasmine. She was the first person since my mum died who had thought about giving me a hot breakfast. Uncle Charlie, well, he had fed me, but mostly cold cereals or convenient shit like Pop-Tarts. There was occasionally a fruit or two thrown on the plate. But Jasmine made sure I had warm oats, eggs, sausage, bacon, and lots of fruits. Uncle Charlie had tried his best, but he wasn't one for the warm and fuzzy. He had a great housekeeper, but most of the good times I remembered were in Jasmine and Reginald's house. It always felt like home.

I plated the eggs and checked on the bacon. "I do care about her, you know?"

He chuckled low. "You think I don't know that? Please. You wouldn't have brought her here if you didn't care for her.



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