Page 9 of Recruited By the Billionaire

CHAPTER SIX

TWO YEARS LATER

The revved-up sound of his Porsche Panamera speeding through the quiet streets of Pensacola, Florida and Robert was wondering why he bothered. His children didn’t give a damn about him. They took the monthly allowance he gave to them and never called to say thank you or what’s up, Dad, or are you still alive Dad? But whenever they were in trouble, they found his number right quick and in a hurry. And he always, but always came racing to the rescue.

He turned onto the slanted driveway of his son’s upscale suburban home, got out, and hurried toward the entrance. By the time he got to the front door, he could hear what sounded like a female screaming. When he turned the knob and saw that the door was locked, he used his broad shoulder to ram against the door with a violent slam that forced it open. And then he hurried inside.

His son RJ was on the floor being beaten down by a man twice his size, and the young lady screaming screamed even louder when Robert broke in. But Robert couldn’t worry about her. His son was in danger.

He hurried over to his son, slinging the coffee table out of his way and toppled a cocktail caddy filled with drinks. He grabbed the burly man, pulling him up off of his son, and then began to give the big guy a taste of his own medicine.

But the guy wasn’t the guy “they” sent to rough up his son for nothing. He gave as good as he got and he and Robert were doing more wrestling than punching as they both tried to get the upper hand. He body slammed Robert unto the hardwood floor, causing Robert to grit his teeth in almost unbearable pain, but when the heavy tried to jump on top of Robert to do to Robert what he had been doing to RJ, Robert slammed him onto his back, turning the tables, and began to beat his ass with his fist.

But the bad guy was too bad for Robert and he was able to toss Robert off of him, jump up, and make a run for it.

As the man took off running toward RJ’s backdoor, Robert ran after him. But by the time Robert got outside, the man had jumped into a waiting vehicle that was parked at the curb on the side of the home’s corner lot, and the vehicle sped away.

Robert, still aching from that body slam, leaned forward just to regain his breath, his hands on his knees, and then he went back into his son’s home.

RJ was seated on his sofa when Robert made it back into the living room, and that screaming girl was now seated beside him. Robert had already pegged her as just another one of those chicken-head females his son loved to play around with, and she was sitting there looking as helpless as RJ looked.

Robert went up to his son, grabbed his chin, and took a look at his battered face. “You’ll live,” he said.

RJ shoved his father’s hand away from his handsome face. They did that shit to Robert all the time. He dropped whatever he was doing to come and help them, and they still treated him like he was the enemy. It hurt on every level to Robert. But he was used to it.

“Who was that?” he asked RJ.

“Nobody,” RJ said. “Just a guy.”

“What guy?”

“I said he was nobody. Why you keep asking me who he is? What difference does it make who he is?”

“Where’s your Security?”

When he didn’t answer, Robert angrily grabbed his chin again and turned his face in his direction. “Where’s your Security, RJ? I pay good money for that team.”

He could tell RJ hated to admit it. “I gave them the night off.”

It didn’t take a genius to know why. “So you could meet up with that character that just ran out of here? So you could meet up with Vinny the gangster?”

“He’s not a gangster.”

“Then who is he?” Robert asked.

“I need more money, Dad.” Robert could hear the desperation in his son’s voice. “What you’re paying me isn’t enough. And that little allowance is not enough either. Why don’t you give me a senior position in your company?”

“You have a senior position.”

“Grounds Supervisor, Dad? I have to deal with poop and trash and throw up all day long and personnel that don’t wanna work at all. It’s degrading. It’s so low-level. I’m your son, not some punk off the street. I should have more responsibility.”

When you started acting more responsible, then you’re get more responsibility.”

“Dad, please. Why can’t I be a VP in charge of something?”

Robert looked at his son as if he was crazy. After RJ’s mother died and their recriminations against Robert eased up, Robert hired his son as grounds supervisor and his daughter as deputy grounds supervisor just to see if they could at least put their hatred aside and get that right. They were hanging on by a thread as it was, and now he wanted a more senior position? Robert wasn’t trying to entertain that nonsense.

RJ knew it too. That was why he moved on. “I need more money,” he said point blank. “I’m a billionaire’s kid. People think I’m rich and I’m not! If you won’t promote me, at least give me a bigger allowance.”

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