Pyke novel Chapter 28

I drive at a maximum speed limit all the way to the Wright residence. I know this is going to happen very soon since I opened a can of worms. Now everyone is going to be affected as soon as she’s going to find out what’s her connection to my family.

I instantly recognize Dad’s car and the black SUV of his security parked in front of the two-story grey house. I give Dad’s bodyguard a nod of recognition. My brows furrow when I can’t find Camila’s car parked around the area. Did she lie to me about being here?

I shove my hands to my black coat due to the icy cold weather and sprint toward the concrete path that leads to the house. Stand on my left is a dark green mailbox with its house number printed on its post.

The door screen is already decorated with a red Christmas stocking. I guess the Wright celebrates holidays seriously.

I pull the main door wide open since it’s unlocked. This home is very welcoming. I notice instantly the family photographs including Camila’s nailed on the wall. The six-footer artificial Christmas tree stands tall at the left corner of the living room, but by the looks of it, it’s still half undone. A single box on the floor that must contain ornaments and Christmas lights.

My heart warms at the thought of how Cam grew up with Kyland in this home. I can imagine her wearing a red sweater and waiting for her gifts every Christmas morning.

“Mrs. Wright?” I call out when I don’t recall to ring the doorbell.

Hesitantly, I step cautiously to the hallway with an eggshell white-colored wall. I stop to a halt when I hear Dad’s voice. Of course, he’s here.

“She deserves to know, Issa. Stop blaming yourself, it’s all my fault anyway. I know this is going to happen,” he sounds worried.

Anger skims up my spine. He did tell her everything. I walk faster into the kitchen and stop in front of them. Shock plasters in their faces. The woman with a short raven hair leaning on the fridge with a glass of water in her hand notices me first. She’s a carbon copy of Kyland. She’s maybe two inches shorter than Camila, but she has a slim figure and she still looks beautiful at her age.

Dad’s eyes widen in surprise. “What are you doing here, Pyke?” Dad swallows forcibly, pushing the guilt out his body.

“I’m asking you the same thing, Dad. What are you doing here at Wright’s home?” I ask without breaking my gaze on him.

“This is a business matter.” Dad’s fists suddenly clench.

My brows arch. “What did you tell Camila?” My voice comes out a firm, making Dad’s eyes gleamed with anger.

“This is none of your business. You shouldn’t have come here.”

How does it isn’t my business when it concerns Camila?

“And where I should be? For Pete’s sake, Dad, I’m not seventeen years old anymore.” My nose flares. He always treats like one since I did that mistakes years ago.

“But you still act like one. Get out of here and go home,” Dad is already losing his control, but I know he’s doing his best not to explode in front of Mrs. Wright.

“Guys, let’s all calm down and sit down in the living room and talk about this. What done has been done. We can’t change everything that already happened. Let’s just pray that she will forgive Paul and me for keeping everything away from her.” Mrs. Wright places the glass on the sink and walks toward me.

“We have nothing to discuss with him, Issa.” He shifts his angry stare to Issa who’s now standing beside me.

“Really, Dad? Did you just drop the bomb on Camila? Or did she walk in here, and finds out by herself?” My brow cocks, waiting for his honest response, but it never happens.

“Pyke, enough of this nonsense!” Dad thunders.

Mrs. Wright jumps beside me. I feel bad for the old woman. She might get a heart attack if Dad continues raising his voice in her home.

“How could the two of you connive and hide everything away from her? It doesn’t matter her father’s family didn’t want to do anything with her, but she’s a grown woman and she has the right to know what blood is running in her veins. How could you do this?” I focus my gaze on my father who is now clenching his jaw and breathing heavily.

“I said enough, Pyke Kennan—”

“Or what? Are you going to hurt me? Or kill me like how you literally killed that bitch?” I shift my gaze to Mrs. Wright who is still looking shocked. “Forgive my words, Mrs. Wright.” I turn my gaze to my father who is now red with fury. “Or like how you literally killed Camila’s father, and you know what?” I chuckle sarcastically. “You literally killed her, too. She almost died from choking because Gray is keeping grudges to what happened to his sister. Now, he comes after me and used Cam to hurt me. Tell me now, Dad. What have you done to Camila?” I’m surprised at myself without quivering and cowering in front of him.

“What happened to Cam, Pyke?” Mrs. Wright shakes to cry. Her eyes pool with tears, and I feel guilty for her.

I face her. “Aaron Gray was her boss. I ignored what I heard about him and I thought he wouldn’t come to New York just to plan on hurting me by using Camila.”

“This is your fault, son!”

“How does it is my fault? Am I the one who impregnated that bitch and run away from her then used me against you?” I huff with anger.

“That’s not true!”

“Then what’s the truth? Tell me how did Cameron die?”

Dad just swallows hard, unable to meet my gaze.

“I get it. You’re being selfish that all you thought was your status—money, and power and if his career is ruined you will fall down with him, too. You knew why he drunk that night before his race because you told him to abort the pregnancy of the woman he got knocked-up. You’re a control freak!”