CHAPTER ELVEN. TO KILL HIM

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Two men sat out back on the patio having breakfast while they chat peacefully. The white shirt on white shorts they wore made the colorful garden behind a sight to behold. Flowers of all kinds and colors danced behind them while the reflection of the morning sun made the colors sparkle in the rays. Both men have known each other from the days of their fathers. They were made friends by their fathers and they grew that way thus the legacy they held so tightly upon.

Both men had made a vow long even before they were married that their kids would have to be married to the other. When they had met, The Lorenzo's sisters they had both fallen in love with both older and the adopted younger sister and had ended up marrying from the same family since they didn't see why they should marry from different families when the Lorenzo's had two beautiful daughters.

After their marriage on the night of their honeymoon which they had both had on the ship right out the sea, both men had told their wives of their desires to have their children married to each other when they do have children.

Jared Wealthmoor would not forget the question his wife had asked that night.

"What if we both have two sons or two daughters? Will they get married?"

Jared had assured her that there wasn't going to be such a thing and that he was going to have a daughter while Adams Littlefield firstborn would be a boy.

"You almost sound as if you are the one who makes babies." The woman had laughed on that night.

But as fate may have it, his first child had been a boy and he had named him Elijah after his father. Elijah became the apple of his eye and Adams had given birth to Nova on the day Elijah turned two and their fates were sealed from that day.

"The Wealth of E.Wealth stays within the family." Jared Wealthmoor's favorite saying.

Today, their children have given them beautiful grandchildren, a boy, and a girl and just as it should be both grandparents are on it again to finding the best mates for their grandchildren.

"You do know that Mr. Cameron has two grandchildren, a boy and a girl about the same age as our grandkids?" Littlefield asked his bosom friend.

"I have absolutely no idea!" The other man replied as he reached for a coffee mug sitting on the small glass table.

"I think your age is starting to get into your brain." The other man mocked and both men laughed.

"You call sixty-five old?" Wealthmoor asked.

"I would if I wasn't the same age as you, my friend." They both laughed again. Their breakfast was almost finished and they sat filled while they talked.

"It is sealed, we just need to get in touch with Cameron." Wealthmoor was back to the serious matter at hand.

"And I will speak to my daughter." Littlefield smiled.

"Speaking of my daughter-in-law, is she still coming?" The man asked concerned.

"What if she is already here!" A cheerful voice called from behind and both men got up on their feet to go kiss the woman on the cheeks. "Hello, Dads!" She called and led them back to their chair while she took her own seat beside them.

"I am always so happy to see you, my child. How are my favorite grandkids?" Wealthmoor asked.

"They're doing wonderful father, Elijah and Andrew took them out on a cruise."

"The young man is doing well for himself, I see." Littlefield frowned at the mention of Andrew. He's always disliked the man.

"Any news?" Wealthmoor asked and Littlefield's mood returned to normal once again.

It was Nova's turn to wear a frown as she reached into her purse and pulled out an envelope then she tore it open and scattered the content of it on the table for both men to see.

Mouths fell open in shock as eyes bulge right out of their sockets as what they saw.

In no time Wealthmoor started to retch in an attempt to get his breakfast out.

Disgust filled Littlefield's expression at the pictures laid out on the table. "What is this?" He asked shocked.

"This is what Elijah is running after this time." Nova seethed angrily.

"Is this not the boy, the one that sits the dog?" Littlefield asked.

"The same." Nova nodded.

"I thought he was a boy." Littlefield was uncomfortable with what he was seeing.

"It appears so until you look at what he has underneath him." Nova was irritated especially with the fact that her husband would go after something as disturbing as this.

"Has Elijah completely lost his mind?" Wealthmoor asks in total bewilderment. He just could not believe how his son has decided to drag the families well-respected name into the mud like this.

What has he ever done to that boy?

"Where did we go wrong?" Littlefield asked. "This is revolting!" He yelled.

"Is Elijah kissing him?" The disgust in Wealthmoor's voice made the word sound bitter in the ears.

"He's lost his mind!" The thought of Elijah lip-locked with that thing filled her with abhorrence.

"Is this a man or a woman?" Wealthmoor asked.

"A woman obviously," Nova replied with as much hatred as the men before her.

"With a males body?" Littlefield asked. "Is it deformity?" He quickly reached for the table and turned the pictures upside down so he doesn't look anymore. It was too disturbing for him to keep looking at.

"I don't care what it is, what I do care is that I want him taken out, gone!" Nova yelled and sat down, crossing one leg on another.

"Did Elijah know about this?" Wealthmoor asked.

"I doubt," Nova replied.

The man quickly took his phone and dialed a number. It didn't take less than a minute before a huge muscular man walked into the patio.

"Hello everyone." The man greeted.

"Marcel, take three of these pictures including the one with the kiss and make sure that my son gets them, understood?" Wealthmoor ordered and the man bowed and did as told. They waited until he had disappeared from sight before they went back to their conversation. "This is worse than the first boy!" Wealthmoor rasped. The man was beyond furious at his son.

"Elijah must think that I am really stupid."

"What about its family?" Littlefield asked referring to Adrian as it.

"After my informer reported back to me. I came to the knowledge that she was born in a wretched family of three girls and she also happened to be the first daughter who turned out that way." She gestured to the pictures with a scowl on her face. "I had sent someone to visit the family and the news they brought back was one that pleased me greatly." She grinned.

"Well?" Both men asked in anticipation.

"I learned that she ran away from home and her family doesn't even give a fuck whether she is dead or alive. They are obviously ashamed of what they bore." This new information seems to gladden their hearts since they all wore the same grins on their faces.

"So, its a girl?" Her father asked.

"Amanda is the name. Twenty-four years old and she has no idea whose trap she just so happened to have walked into this time." Nova smirked wickedly.

"What a shame. I mean what father would it be that wouldn't be disgusted if their daughter turned out this way? I know I would do worse than let her run away." Wealthmoor spoke his mind.

"Since her family doesn't care, then its an easy prey if you ask me!" Littlefield shot Wealthmoor a glare and the man smiled.

"We are The Wealth and we take care of our ends," Wealthmoor frowned.

"And I refuse to be the weak link." Nova looked pale from so much anger.

"How did you know about this disgusting affair?" Littlefield asked his daughter.

"The same way I knew about Jack from the day we got back from L.A I had noticed and I have kept a keen eye on both of them ever since, confirmed my suspicions when he came down from the worker's lodge with hickeys all over his neck and he lied to me that it was Billy. I am killing that dog next." The woman spat like venom.

"True, Billy needs to leave that house." retorted Wealthmoor.

"Has he gotten intimate with that thing?" Littlefield asked.

"I don't know if it has gotten to that extent yet, he's being cautious not to get the boy in harm's way. You both know he blames himself for the death of Jack and he should so when we get this one out of the way he will never dare to do such again. If he sees a boy coming towards him, he will turn around and run the other way." Nova went on to speak.

"I need a drink. Have the maid bring us something strong. I can't stomach this picture." Wealthmoor shut his eyes, his face still held that look of disgust.

"I won't be able to eat well for the next couple of days. This is the kind of thing you can never unsee." Littlefield fell back into his chair.

"Is Andrew aware of this?" Wealthmoor asked.

"He's Elijah's best friend, of course, he will know! That is why I hate him!" Littlefield yelled out angrily.

"We just give Elijah time to see that picture and then we are sending Mario after that thing. He is very good at what he does and just as he did with Jack that even the police didn't look past it as a dumb kid who drove drunk into a tree, this time I will make sure that nobody notices the boy is even gone and so nobody would be interested in him." Wealthmoor's words filled with so much hate that it would have killed Adrian if the boy were to be present in their midst. "Nova, once you get home, I need you to fire she/he whatever it is called and make sure the world knows that she no longer dog-sits Billy so that she will be out of the picture and by the time she disappears completely, no one would give a thought to it. She was a nobody before Billy and without Billy, she is as good as gone." As his words stopped, the maid walked over with a bottle of whiskey and poured for all three of them.

As if they were on the count down all three took their glass and downed the drink at once, with all three glasses back on the table, the maid poured them a second round.

"You may leave," Wealthmoor told the middle-aged woman.

"Where are my mom and mother-in-law?' Nova asked for the first time since she came.

"They said something about going to the spa," Littlefield told her.

"One more thing, after you fired that thing, make sure you get Billy out of the picture. That dog is the reason for all of this." Wealthmoor ordered the eager woman.

"Got it." She brought her glass up and they cheered to their new plan.

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Elijah, Andrew, and the kids were on their way home and he could not wait to get home to Billy and Adrian. He couldn't take them since Billy was scheduled for too many shots with all the newest products that are mounting themselves recently. He hasn't seen much of Adrian too as the boy was always busy with the dog or taking off work to go visit this new boyfriend that paints. Adrian had told him he liked this Noah and he wasn't a fool, he just knew they had to be dating. He may not have liked it but it would be better if Adrian was with someone else, that way he could be certain Jack would not repeat again.

Andrew had been on his ass ever since he got back as he wanted to see that he was happy with the boy he loves but there was nothing he could do about it. There is just so much at stake to give in to what he felt for Adrian.

"You should stop telling yourself that." Andrew smacked him on the head as if he had just read through his mind. Elijah was going to smack him back when he heard his son call him.

"Dad?"

Elijah met the boy's sad eyes. Justin sat in front of him as they rode home. Elijah wouldn't lie but he did notice that his son wasn't at his best behavior today. He seemed off and mostly distracted the entire time. He knew something wasn't right with his son but he was also waiting for the boy to speak to him at his own pace.

"Yes, are you ok?" Elijah asked concerned. He reached for the fifteen-year-old and pulled him forward so he was sitting close to him.

"I-I" the boy couldn't speak.

"Don't say anything, once we get home, you're going into my room with me. You can tell me there, ok?" He grabbed the boy's shaky hands and squeezed them into his. He has never seen his son so shaken before even his daughter looked troubled. He raised his kids to trust him with anything, he made sure they could tell him if anything bothers them and it has been that way since they were old enough to understand. Their mother isn't one who bothered with these things, she is more about her looks, fashion, and reputations.

Just as he had promised, once the gates pulled apart, he had held his son, pulled the car door open and dragged the boy out. As they rushed into the house, John called him. Elijah hissed and halt to see the man running towards him.

"Sir, Rachel came by earlier, she said someone dropped this for you at the office and that it is very important that you look into it." Elijah took the parcel and walked away with his son in hand.

Whatever it was that was in that parcel would have to wait as he just could not keep his son waiting. He also had it in mind that the first person he saw once he got home would be Adrian but he had ignored that thought as his son was more important than whatever it was that he felt.

Andrew took the thirteen-year-old and they both walked straight into the kitchen to grab a bowl of ice cream, giving father and son their private moment.

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Elijah opened his bedroom door and walked in with Justin behind him. He sat the boy down on his bed and reached for water in the refrigerator sitting near the bed. After he had poured and offered Justin a glass the boy only sipped from it and then held onto the glass so tightly that Elijah was certain if he put more pressure to the glass it would burst.

The boy was terrified, but of what?

"Justin, tell me. What's going on? Did something happen at school? Did you get in trouble?" His heart was on a wild goose chase. "Please, trust me, Justi-"

"I'm gay, Dad!" The glass slipped from his grasp and shattered all over the place. Elijah had to jump back so pieces of broken glass don't run into his legs, he did escape with water splashes on his pants.

Justin sat there crying.

Elijah didn't know where to start and what to say.

What would he possibly tell his son?

He has his own problems based on this same issue. He hasn't even the tiniest of courage to out with it and here his fifteen-year-old was telling him what he had not been able to utter the past years.

He dare not speak about this.

But this was his son if his father couldn't protect him didn't he own it to his own child to protect him? To be the father Jared may probably never be to him.

"I'm sorry Dad, I tried, I dated...girls and I-I." Justin took his father's silence the wrong way went on to explain himself.

Elijah jumped broken glass and water to reach his son and then he crushed the boy in a hug that made him cry harder.

"I love you." He whispered into the boy's neck.

"Does it mean, you accept me?" He asked.

"More now than ever. I am so proud of you, you're brave and strong, stronger than your father even." Elijah spoke truthfully and the boy laughed.

"That is not true, you are like the toughest person I know." Justin disagreed.

"That is because I am terrified to let the world see that side of me. I am too weak to stand up for that part of me and for that reason I must keep the appearance that no one would question." Elijah looked at his son deep in the eyes.

"I love you, Dad." Justin kissed his father's hair.

"I love you too." Elijah held the boy's face. "Never tell your mother this or your grandfathers. I will take care of it, ok?" He asked.

"Yes." Justin got up and hugged the man one last time before rushing out of the room.

Elijah sat on the bed for a minute to even his breathing and calm his wandering thoughts. After what seemed like an eternity had passed he reached for the envelope and walked out of the bedroom.

"Mary, get someone to clean my room, please." He told the woman seated with his daughter and Andrew. "Where is Justin?" He asked looking around and not finding the boy anywhere.

"He went out!" Mila yelled out and Andrew nodded.

"Said something about meeting a friend." Andrew got up from where he sat and walked over to Elijah. "So?" He asked.

"My son is gay," Elijah whispered and Andrew smiled.

"That's good news." The man laughed.

"Shut up!" Elijah nudged him by the side and they both made their way towards the penthouse.

"Have you opened that envelope?" A voice stopped them in their tracks and when they turned around they saw Rachel walking towards them.

Andrew went to hug the woman while Elijah just rolled his eyes at them and resumed walking ignoring them completely.

"Jealous are we?" Andrew met up with him and asked.

"I've seen better." Elijah mocked and Rachel gasped with both hands pressed against her chest. "And no, I haven't opened the envelope." He responded to her question.

As they entered the penthouse, Elijah went to sit on the sofa while Rachel sat beside him and Andrew went to pour them drinks.

Elijah took the opportunity to tear the paper open and what fell out from the torn envelope knocked air right out from his lungs.

Three naked pictures of Adrian with one where he was kissing the boy in his dressing room at one of Billy's photoshoots.

What left him utterly dazed was the body he was looking at.
















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