Forgotten Promise (Forgotten Series Book 2) by Virginia Wine Read Free Book Online

eyes never leave the computer.
    “Would you just
stop?” Anger starting to bubble in the pit of my stomach again.
    “Uh huh, leaving,” he
says quickly, closing the door behind him, knowing I always leave it open.
    My attention
engrossed in emails, invoices and client dues. My phone rings, unknown blinking
on the screen. Unknown is always a bad surprise. “Nathan James,” I answer.
    “Nathan, Dawson
Kendrick.”
    God damnit. “Mr.
Kendrick, what can I do for you?” The lack of respect obvious in my tone,
intentionally.
    “The same request I
asked last month. Your father wants to see you, and as his lawyer, I can make
it happen.”
    Bile in my stomach
surfacing at the thought. “As I’ve stated before, and I believe every time
we’ve spoken, the answer is no.” Considering just hanging up on him, fucking
lawyer can’t take no for an answer. Jesus, I’m surrounded by unethical lawyers,
giving this profession a black eye.
    “He hasn’t given up
on you, Nathan, you’re his son.”
    Thank fuck, I’m not.
“You do understand what my father has done, correct?’
    “Allegedly.”
    Ah, another lawyer
word, fuck him. “Mr. Kendrick, I’m the prosecution’s star witness. Isn’t there
some conflict of interest here?”
    ‘I’ve taken care of
that.”
    Of course he has.
“You mean my father’s money has.” The rudeness not easing my anxiety.
    “He’s looking for
closure, for you too. To give you peace, Nathan.”
    Fucking lawyers, this
is wrong on so many levels. “When?”
    “Today.”
    I scoff. “Afraid I’ll
change my mind?”
    “Yes. Four o’clock.”
He hangs up.
    My phone still
pressed to my ear. “Fucking perfect.”
     
    I’m driving to a
prison. What in God’s name am I doing? The turmoil abruptly rising. Trying so
desperately to calm myself before the devil consumes me.
    I’m checked in,
scanned, frisked with blatant suspicion, I should have brought a file in a cake
to give them something to do. I’m ushered through one locked door after
another. The loud clang startles me every time they shut. It’s cold, evidently
you don’t get heat if you commit a crime. That’s fair.
    “Wait here.”
    The guard nodding to
the miniature chair where I’m to sit, and a table with a glass partition. I’ve
lost my mind, I say to myself, as I take a seat. The silence is deafening,
chilling—this was a bad idea. Then I see him slowly walking, his hands up in
surrender, as he’s looking at me. The sharp stare of caution apparent on his
face.
    He touches the glass,
but I do nothing in response. He motions for the phone. I pick it up.
    “Son.”
    “This is awkward.” I
begin, he nods in agreement.
    He leans in close to
the glass, too close. “I’m sorry I’ve disappointed you.”
    I let out a loud
breath in hopes to steady my words. “Disappointed me?” How fucking dare the
bastard!
    “I know I’ve hurt
you.”
    “Do you? I don’t
think so.” Trembling over his cavalier attitude. “You wreaked havoc on my life,
took my mother from me. Lied, schemed, and all without a second thought. What
kind of man does that?” Not really looking for an answer, I already know what
kind of man does that, a wicked cruel human being with no morals, a narcissist
who has never been held accountable for anything in his life. Until now.
    “I don’t pretend to
be someone I’m not.”
    I kick myself for
agreeing to do this.
    “That was then,
things were different.”
    I cut him off. “No,
you’re wrong, nothing’s changed for me, then, or now. I was there, I know the
truth. I only want to know one thing. Why? You could have divorced her. Left
her, left me. We would have been alright.”
    “I would have lost
you,” he says quietly, but he can’t look me in the face.
    Coward.
    He taps his finger on
the table and we both watch as he continues this nervous habit.
    Although alI I can
hear is silence. “Why did you want me here?” To fuck with my mind, but he’ll
never admit it.
    Silence.
    “Ashamed?