Break Me

His Lies

Carter walked through the more dangerous part of Dublin. He knew not to be on this side but he had to see the Old Man. It'd been months since his release and Carter couldn't keep brushing him off. Walking into the pub at the end of the block, Carter was immediately engulfed in loud talking and smoke.

Looking around Carter didn't even balk seeing the huge men and guns. The drugs littered on the table, or the half naked women prancing around like they were the baddest in the land. Brushing off the offers of s*x and booze, he instead found the back room. Pausing outside, Carter braced himself before walking in.

Aidan saw him first and smiled widely seeing his cousin. Aidan's father smiled at him at happily and the rest of the men surrounding the huge Trinity increst table greeted him with a drink tip or a nod. The large man sitting at the head of the table smiled at Carter. He had long black hair falling to his collar, his cold blue eyes sparkling, and his pale skin sticking out from his all black outfit.

"The prodigal son returns." The Old Man joked. Carter regarded him bluntly, "Hi dad." MacRieve Alexander Carter St. Crox stood and observed his son as he approached him. When they stood toe to toe, eye to eye, it was obvious who Carter had taken after and it made MacRieve smile.

"My son, you finally came to see me." Carter looked at the sixteen pair of eyes on them and asked, "Can we talk? Alone." MacRieve nodded and told everyone to leave them. While they were on their way out, MacRieve told one of the half naked girls to get them a scotch. Sitting at the table, both father and son observed each other in silence.

When their drinks were sat in front of them, MacRieve tossed a cigarette down in front of both of them. Carter lit his and asked, "How are you?" MacRieve smiled a little, "Good. I'm out now." Carter smiled a little and MacRieve sighed as he lit his own cigarette, "Why are you here son?" Carter looked at his father, "My girl was cornered by a couple of your club whores. They were insisting she wasn't good enough for me. Your doing?"

MacRieve looked at his son amused, "You remind me of your mother when you do that." Carter c****d an eyebrow, "What?" MacRieve shrugged, "Demonize me." MacRieve shook his head, "No I did not. Aidan told me she didn't know and you weren't eager to tell her. I know from experience how bad it can go if someone else does that. I would never. Believe me or not, I do want you to be happy."

Carter took a swig of his scotch, "I can believe that, but your form of happiness is murder and violence.I don't know if I can say I'd be okay with that in a long run." MacRieve looked to his son, "My brawler turned into a pansy?" Carter glared at him, "No. But you know like I do, not only will I suffer I will pay dearly for announcing my relation to you."

MacRieve nodded, "The convicted murderer." Carter looked away, "My mother wanted more for me." MacRieve snorted, "Well she should have taken better care of you." Carter slammed his hand down on the table, "She did her best!" MacRieve made a noise of disgust as he snorted out the smoke he inhaled, "She left you with someone who wasn't man enough to fight a grown man, but was okay with hurting a thirteen year old child."

Carter winced from the memory and looked at the family symbol on the table. It had been their family's insignia since before he had been a possibility. It was his legacy.

"I used to be able to say I was okay with it. That I was eager to learn how to be like you, because that was all I wanted. But when being like you included...killing someone. I couldn't do it. Now? Now I have someone I love and I can't lose her to this. And I damn sure can't make her become apart of it."

MacRieve nodded, "I get that. I felt the same way when I met your mother. The only difference was I had been groomed and bred into believing in this family. I loved her, and I hated when I thought she'd never accept it. I tried to hide it like you're doing now. Hiding it won't make it less awful. Tell her the truth son, as your father, I beg you to do it before someone else does. And I can assure you she'll never see you again."

The advice from father to son was heartfelt and pure. The advice driven from experience and pain of the past. But it was given too late...

Emilia had been getting out her cab coming back from her dorm, when she had been grabbed and roughly pulled behind a car. Looking at a unshowered and blood shot Marcellus Emilia kicked him in the d**k and pushed him back. "What the f**k Marcel!" Marcellus looked at the fiery Mexican woman and asked, "Has he told you?" Emilia looked at Marcel in disgust, "Did who tell me what? And are you okay?" Marcellus was twitching and fidgeting and Emilia sighed in exhaustion, "Did you start using?" Marcel coughed and looked away embarrassed, "No, I"m off my meds."

Emilia looked him over and he caught her and roughly snapped, "Look he has been lying to you." Emilia jerked back before getting annoyed, "Who?" Marcel rolled his eyes, "Carter! The guy you think is so great! He's a murderer and so is his father!" Emilia stared at Marcel and shook her head, "No! You're lying! His father is dead and you're just wanting to cause problems with us! Piss off Marcel!"

Marcel followed Emilia as she ran up to Carter's door and opened it, "Ask him then! Ask him what happened when he was thirteen and why his father wants to see him now! I bet you any kind of money darling he'll tell the truth. Finally you'll see we weren't the assholes."

Emilia turned to him and coldly snapped, "Don't you realize it's s**t like this that landed you where you are now? You won't give up with trying to hurt someone will you? You're pathetic Marcellus, just leave us alone!" Emilia slammed the door and Marcellus watched her do so with a sad expression.

Emilia tried to brush off what Marcel had said. He had obviously been on something or going through withdrawal. She knew Carter like she knew herself, inside and out. He wouldn't keep something like that from her.

When she brushed off the visit she made them dinner and started doing laundry. It was when she was putting the towels up that she found it. Emilia had been trying to put some of the larger towels on a higher shelf because she was out of room. When she dropped one, she bent down to pick it up, but felt the floor board wobble when she touched a part of it.

"What?" Emilia whispered confused. Picking it up she lifted the floor board and saw the pretty black box underneath. Lifting it, Emilia looked at the box and traced the symbol carved on the front.

Opening the slightly heavy box, Emilia gasped seeing the gun, the necklace, and wads of cash stacked in the box.

Emilia moved into the living room, and sat looking at the box in contemplation.

" He's a murderer and so is his father!" Marcel 's voice rang in her head loudly and she tried to fight the doubt creeping in her heart. But staring at the gun that had been purposely hidden from her made it hard.

When the door opened, Emilia looked up at Carter as his expression went from down trodden to horrified. "Babe..." Emilia slowly shook her head, "No more lying Carter. Who are you?"