Page 94 of The Loathing

“Father…” Xander says quietly as he steps behind me.

“What?” I snap, pushing my hand through my hair. Frustration fills me, inhaling heavily I turn to face him. “What?” I ask again, this time my tone a little softer.

“He couldn’t have gone far with her, are we sure that Titus definitely played a part in this?”

“Was you not going to help him get away before?” I can’t help the snarl that follows my vicious bite.

“It was just a ploy…” Xander steps away from me.

“But whatever you said whether or not it was a ploy, you planted a fucking seed in his head.”

“She’s my sister…”

“And she is my daughter and what I am doing is for her. Why does nobody see that?” I grab the root of my hair and tug.

“Because you’re giving her to them! How is that helping her?”

“You said you trusted me.”

“I do!” Xander’s nostrils flare, his eyes widening as I see his own rage consuming him.

“Then fucking trust me,” I growl as I pull my phone out of my pocket and press Tyson’s name.

“Boss.”

“CCTV, have you got it?”

“Already on our way.”

I cut the phone off and slide the phone back into my pocket once more. Running my hand over my beard, I drag it slightly.

“Your mother is going to murder me in my sleep.”

Xander sighs, “I wish you were joking,” he scoffs.

“Me too, son. But your mother has a temper and I am on the receiving end of it.” I can’t help the smile that dances across my lips and Xander lets out a low chuckle, rubbing his hand round the back of his neck as if he is rubbing out a knot.

Silence falls when there is a knock on my office door.

“Yeah,” I call out and see Tyson and his little bitch walking in with a laptop.

“Found anything?”

“Just take a look for yourself,” Tyson places the laptop on the desk and opens it up before hitting play on the security camera.

“Oh, there he is, good old Titty,” I scrub my face in annoyance at just seeing him on the screen and how much he has royally fucked up my well executed plan.

He was dragging along a suitcase, before lifting it and placing it in the boot.

“What am I looking at?” I ask as the screen flits to Titus pulling out the drive.

“Look again,” Tyson says as he rewinds the clip that begins to play once more on the laptop screen. I squint, trying to see whatever the fuck he is trying to show me.

I watch again and watch as Titus pulls the suitcase across the gravelled drive and puts it carefully into the boot.

“I don’t see it…” I admit, looking up at Tyson and he rolls his eyes.

“Watch again,” he orders, rewinding it and pressing start again.

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