Page 11 of Arianna

His reasons for selling his soul to politics were selfless.

I cannot say the same for myself.

I will make everyone responsible for my father’s death pay.

One by one, they will fall.

The crime organizations who took part in his murder will bleed and rot from the inside out once I am through with them.

And what better place to start than here?

Being a lawyer only did so much for me, but the highest power in the land, that will be their doomsday.

“Look, Mr. Kenton, the public fell for you because you appeal to them as not only the son of one of the best politicians this country had the honor of swearing in but also because of the single father angle we sold to them.”

“My daughter is not to be used as an angle, Celene. I suggest you watch your words.” I place today's paper on the kitchen table and readjust the sleeping angel in my arms.

“I-I didn’t mean it like that. Pardon me, boss.” Celene murmurs, but I pay her no mind.

Instead, I focus on Ellaiza.

My four-month-old.

The product of an alcohol-filled night I can barely remember. I blacked out to the point I cannot even remember her mother.

All I am sure of is that two weeks ago, the beautiful little girl was left outside of my office with a note claiming she was my child and with the name her mother had chosen for her.

Of course, I had my doubts since women have been trying to trap me for years, wanting to extort money from me, and I always wrapped it up, but this time I had a gut feeling that I had fucked-up.

I had a bad night and that bad night turned into a blur.

I have yet to put all the pieces together.

However, the moment I held that kid in my arms, I knew.

I knew she was mine.

Her gorgeous blue eyes and the small dimple on her left cheek are all me.

Banning says she has my nose.

Still, I took a paternity test to cover all my bases, protect myself, and protect the baby girl.

The test came back 99.99 percent positive that I am her father.

I never wanted kids.

Never even thought about it.

Kids are nuisances that drive you to an early grave; they were never in my plans.

Plans change, and here we are.

I am a single parent of a tiny girl who depends on me for everything. At first, it scared me shitless, so much so that I did my best trying to locate the woman who birthed the baby so I could send her back and not deal with this new terrifying reality, but every attempt to find her on my part failed. It is like chasing a faceless ghost.

One day that might change, and she might decide to come back into her daughter's life, but as of now, no contact on her part, and sometimes I wonder if it's best that the mother stays away.

I am a selfish prick, I know. However, what good would it be to return after abandoning your child?

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