User blog:Fadingsilverstar16/LAL Chapter 16 preview!

Just because I want to see who's still interested! And the answer to that may very well be...no one. The only reason it takes so long is that Gigi's always going back and deleting stuff and rewriting stuff and changing out words and going ">.< DIE AWKWARD SENTENCE!" and cringing at her computer screen. xD I have passed my word requirement, though, which is decent. I have no idea how long this chapter will be, but it's definitely an important one! Remember, RLLY COOL FORESHADOWING abounds in this one. Not necesarrily in this preview, but this whole chapter will hint some things to come. Pay close attention so in the future, when something big happens, I don't have to go back and explain why certain things didn't just come out of nowhere. Why don't I wanna do that? Laziness. xD

Enjoy the unedited-ness and marvel at what Gigi actually allows herself to write before Sprink sees it! :D

Word count: Roughly 751

At one point before the chaos had started, when I still had the privilege of indulging in a little foolish optimism to make myself feel better about what was coming, a part of me had dared to be hopeful. Maybe it wouldn't take long, I'd thought. Maybe Wilshire would decide to finish this once he realized how serious the threats to his son's life were. Maybe the sight of Noah having a gun pressed to the side of his head would be enough to convince his father to give in. Back then, before the cruel reality of the situation had the chance to come crashing in, I had the chance to close my eyes and pretend that was all it would take.

Of course, the rest of me had known better from the start. Nothing was ever that simple. And because of Rosalina butting in and revealing that there was something more to Wilshire's motives for not paying up, was not over yet.

It wasn't all bad, though, seeing as how I was the one with the advantage at the moment.

So there I was, standing as stiff as a board with a gun in each clammy hand and a sour look on my face, which was partially due to the throbbing pain in my head. The revolver in my left hand was aimed at Mendez, the pistol in the other was aimed at Wilshire. The man still had a scowl on his face, betraying the same hidden fear in his expression that he'd seen in mine not too long ago. Rosalina, on the other hand, was trying to glare at me, but her eyes kept dropping to stare warily at the pistol pointed at her. Every time that happened, she would back up just a little more, eventually backing into the staircase rail behind her.

If I'd been in the mood, I would've smirked. It felt good to be in control.

“I'll never know how my client managed to put up with you for so long, even if you two were supposed to be 'friends',” I spat. “Twenty-five years, was it? It hasn't even been forty-five minutes since I got here and I'm already sick of you. If you know what's good for you, then you'll do what I say. I want to hear whatever you're keeping from your son and I want to hear it now.”

Even though I ended up lowering the two guns to give my sore arms a break, I already had another threat lined up in case he remained quiet, which was what I was expecting him to do. I'd pin him down and press my dagger against his throat if need be. There was no way he'd be getting out of this one. Noah deserved to know the full truth of his father's motives, and he was damn well going to if I had anything to say about it.

But it turned out that there was no need for any more threats. Surprisingly enough, Wilshire made no attempt to defy me, turning his attention to his son. That might have been the smartest thing he'd done in a while; maybe he really did know what was good for him.

“You wanna know why, huh?” he said, “Well, for starters, you were always a pain in the ass. God knows how much I've wanted to smack you for some of the thoughtless things you've said over the years, and I'll be damned the day I see you do something completely selfless. You can't try to argue on that, either. We both know every little act of 'kindness' you've ever done was for your own gain, whether it looked like that or not on the surface.”

''Ugh. Bastard, ''I thought, forcing down the desire to counter those harsh words with a snide comeback of my own. This wasn't my battle to fight, I had to remind myself.

Noah gave his father a blank look. “Yeah, I get it. I'm a selfish, lazy, cynical ass,” he said, bowing his head and letting his gaze fall to the floor. “And you know what? I'm not going to argue with you. There's no point in me trying to disprove something I know is true.”

His father's eyebrows went up for a second in surprise, but then his lips twisted into a smug sneer that made me grip the two guns I held even tighter.

“Glad to see we're on the same page.”

So...yeah. It cuts off there. I can't give too much away, now can I? Hope you enjoyed! If you find any mistakes, please message me and let me know as soon as you can! I'd really like to catch them before the whole thing goes up. Thanks for reading! ^-^