Page 51 of Claimed By A Blue Eyed Menace

“Yo, relax,” I muttered, running a hand down my face.

Seth didn’t even blink. “Took your sweet ass time gettin’ here.”

I stepped further into the room, Ren right behind me, his presence solid, quiet.

Rob let out a rough chuckle, lifting his head slightly, his dark eyes locking onto mine. “’Bout time you showed up, boy.”

I ignored him for a second, focusing on my father. “Put the gun down.”

Seth cocked his head. “You come all the way out here to babysit, or you come to finish the job?”

I exhaled sharply. “Put the gun down.”

For a moment, it felt like a standoff. Then, with a muttered curse, Seth lowered the piece, but he didn’t holster it. I turned my full attention to Rob, taking in the deep lines on his face, the slight tremor in his hands. The man was old. Weak. But his eyes still held something sharp. Those killer eyes we were all born with. Mie just happened to be blue.

“You wanna tell me why the fuck you did it?” I asked, voice low.

Rob smirked, the corner of his mouth twitching up. “Did what? Live too long?”

I stepped closer, letting my presence fill the space. “The USB, old man. You gave it to some Old Man Wells and had it sent to my wife. Why?”

Rob licked his cracked lips, then sighed. “Because somebody had to.”

Seth let out a harsh laugh. “This nigga think he a martyr or some shit.”

Rob turned his gaze on Seth, something bitter in his expression. “You got all this money. You spent decades buildin’ this empire, burnin’ down everything in your way. And for what? A legacy of death?”

Seth’s jaw flexed. “A legacy of power.”

Rob scoffed. “And look where it got you. Your own son had to put a bullet in his brother’s head.”

A muscle in my jaw ticked. “He was workin’ with the feds,” I said, voice tight.

Rob nodded, like he’d been expecting me to say that. “And that justified it? That justified blowin’ his brains out like he was just some random enemy?” I didn’t respond, but my jaw tightened. He let out a slow breath, eyes flicking back to me. “You really wanna know why I recorded it?”

I stayed silent. He tilted his head slightly. “Because I ain’t got much time left, boy. Ain’t got long before this old body gives out. And before I go, I wanna know that all this shit dies with me.”

Seth’s expression darkened. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Rob gave a slow, tired smile. “It means I don’t want this empire livin’ past me. Past you. Past Shooter. I want it dismantled. Burned. Everyone who built it, everyone who thrived from it—I want ‘em to pay. Just like I paid. Just like Silas paid.”

The air in the room shifted. The weight of his words settled over us like a thick, suffocating fog. Seth took a slow step forward, lifting the gun again, pressing it right under Rob’s chin. “You always were a bitch-ass nigga,” he muttered. Rob didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink.

I stared at him, trying to see the angle. Trying to understand. “You ain’t ever had a problem with how we ran things before,” I said, watching him carefully.

Rob exhaled through his nose. “You know how many bodies I buried for this family? How many muthafuckas I killed to protect what we built?” He let out a humorless chuckle. “And for what? So I could die alone in a fuckin’ wheelchair while y’all kept the cycle goin’?”

Seth’s grip tightened on the gun. “You shoulda just kept your mouth shut, old man.”

“Maybe,” Rob said, his voice quieter now. “But I just… I wanted to leave this world knowin’ somethin’ changed. Knowin’ that this shit ended.”

I stared at him, my mind running through every possible angle. Every possibility. This wasn’t about Silas. This wasn’t even about us. This was about guilt and about a man too old and too broken to live with the weight of his sins.

Seth pressed the barrel harder against Rob’s chin, his patience running thin. “I should kill you right fuckin’ now.”

Rob closed his eyes for a brief second, then opened them. “Maybe you should.”

The room went silent. And in that silence, I knew. He wanted to die. He was done fighting. I reached out, gripping Seth’s wrist and pushing the gun away. “Nah.”

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