Page 50 of Lost Boy

“Are you kidding me?” Mitch stood up with his hands fisted. “This biker, as you so rudely call him, is a good man. A better man than you or the partners from what I hear.”

“You are throwing your future away. You won’t make partner by being a bitch to a man like-"

“Enough,” Mitch snapped. “It doesn’t matter what you think. I’m done looking for your approval. We have nothing to do with whatever has upset you. But you won’t come into my home and insult my partner. Get out.”

“Mitchell.”

“Get out father. I’m done with this conversation, with you, and the firm.”

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow at the office,” his father warned.

“Whatever you say. Now please leave.”

Mitch’s father stomped out of the room and down the hall.

“Will you lock up behind him?” Mitch asked him. “I want to call downstairs and have my father removed from the approved guest list.”

Byron leaned over and gave him a brief kiss.

“I’m okay,” Mitch promised him. Surprisingly Mitch looked better than okay.

Byron rose and locked up the front door making sure the deadbolt was turned. As he returned to the living room Mitch was just hanging up the phone.

Mitch looked up at him. “So…that was my father.”

Byron laughed. “Yes, it was.”

“I’d say that he’s not always that big of an ass but he is.”

Byron nodded. “Is this why you’d had such a rough day?”

“Someone broke through my father’s security and got into his files. He accused me of giving them access.”

“Which is bullshit.”

“It is,” Mitch agreed. “Although I have a feeling we know who it is.”

“The man you met outside the courthouse. Mac.”

“That’s what I think,” Mitch said. “And I didn’t warn my father. I don’t even feel guilty right now.”

“Good,” Byron told him. He strolled over and pulled Mitch into his arms. “As you said, your father has gotten himself into this mess.”

“I’d decided earlier that I can’t work there any longer. Tonight just confirmed it. I’m resigning tomorrow.”

Byron was so fucking happy he wanted to shout. Hell, why should he hold back? He picked his boy up and whirled him around.

Mitch laughed as he clung to Byron’s neck. “Daddy!”

“I’m so proud of you boy!”

“Thank you.” Mitch laid his head on Byron’s shoulder.

“Do you know what you want to do? Are you going to join Greg’s firm?”

“No,” Mitch answered. “I’ve thought about it and while family law is admirable, I like being a defense attorney. I’m going to apply to the Public Defender's Office. I won’t make as much money as I do now but it’s what I enjoy the most.”

“Then that’s where you should go.” Byron had enough money for the two of them to live off.

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