>>1526What a curse to have been born an Allendale! What was so difficult to stay with his father? Did he beat his mother, him? Though his memories from the time before living in the UK were faded, he did recall happiness and laughter. Too late to regret a life with both his parents and a life without the Allendales having a sick interest in him. He should have paid attention to Mum and not allow his Granddad to sway him with his words and his presence. A side of him longed to have a father figure, and Granddad had been the man to make himself readily available, teaching him football, fishing, violin, the art of haggling, and how to be a man worthy of inheriting a vast fortune and dark reputation. Granddad hugged him, showered him with love and praise and lectured him when he needed correction, and he also guided him to his first gun, his first shot, his first kill.
An observant person would say Paul Allendale never loved him, and Daniel would be inclined to believe them wholeheartedly. And yet a part of him could never forget the worry in his Granddad’s eyes when he had been hospitalized for an illness or the pride and joy expressed through his words and presence when Daniel had made his first goal during a junior football game. Every pat on the head, every good and bad moment, it had all been real to Daniel. If it were all but a ruse, then Granddad was truly a mastermind that deserved his place as a crime boss.
Leading Vincent to the door, his heart leapt at the grasp of fingers and a kiss planted on his knuckles. Knowing what he knew now, of Vincent’s intent and fierce love, that they would have remained together in marital bliss, sickness and health– Fucking unbearable. Such a life should have never been taken from him!
He paused at the door, almost waving goodbye to Vincent while he walked to the front gate. His hand shot back down, firm by his side. How could his heart be easily swayed by that man’s charming smile and tender affections? One moment he lamented everything about Vincent, the next he fantasized them together forever.
With a sigh, Daniel closed the door and grabbed his cigarettes. He lit the cigarette, inhaled, then snuffed it out on his ashtray. This had to stop. He tossed them into the sink, turning on the faucet, and threw them into the rubbish bin. Alcohol he would keep. Everything else needed to go.
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