A Thrash becomes tyrant

Taking back what matters

I was still in shock. It all happened to fast. The loud sound of the camera shutters and the way media's swarm across to take exclusive pictures.

One of the reporters moved closer, " A question Mr Dan Donald." he said quickly shoving the microphone in my face.

My guards looked at me and I nodded.

" Ain't you married to Linda Sinclair? What happened between you two?" he asked

I looked at him and back at the camera. "She thought I was useless. A thrash to be discarded but now, I am going to make her realise what she lost." I said with a grin.

" Are you saying you are getting revenge against her family?" he asked again

" No. I am going to make them pay for humiliating me. For making me feel worthless and for everything I had been through for the last ten years. They are going to feel my pain."

Those were my last words before I got into the car and zoomed off into the night.

I looked at my personal assistant who smiled. " You did good out there sir." she said with a smile. " Here is the R&B contract you asked for. The company delayed it execution the moment they heard you requested for it."

I nodded.

"Tell them I am taking over the contract." I said looking out of the window.

" Noted sir." Lauren said making a call.

It felt good to be in control. To trample on those who thought they could humiliate me.

The moment I got back home, I met my father waiting. He hugged me the moment he saw me.

" You did good, Son. You are indeed a Donald." he said with a smile.

I nodded.

" You don't look happy."

" Hmmm." Donald nodded. " That's because I have something to tell you." he said slowly walking to a chair. " Sit, Son."

I knew too well something was wrong but then, I was so immerse in my own revenge plan that I barely give meaning to what I saw.

The room was tense for a bit.

Donald coughed. Grabbed a cup of water.

" I am dying, son."

My world turned. It was like I was hearing the impossible. I nearly collapsed.

" You are joking right?" I asked

Mac Donald looked at me and shook his head slightly. " I am not, Son. I am dying of cancer and I fear that I don't have too much time."

His words were unexpected. I was just about showing off my new power and also my status and now this.

I don't know if I was being selfish about all of this.

" Are you sure, Father? Maybe the doctors are wrong about it. Maybe we can fly you overseas. Get the best doctor or even go to India...."

Donald raised his hands for a bit. He coughed again and blood spluttered from his mouth.

" Jesus Christ!" I shouted, grabbing an handkerchief.

" I am sorry,Son. I don't mean to drop this on you but thing are going to get tough from now on. You might have gotten my name but then, you need to show the rest of the family you are more than what they think you are."

I don't need to be told what he meant. I already knew.

" I know you are taking your revenge against the Sinclair's. I am happy you are finally doing that on my behalf." Donald said again, his hand covering his mouth as he coughed yet again.

" What do you mean, Father?" I asked

" There is no time, Son. You are going to be a great man. Someone greater than I am but then you need to be firm and courageous. My family never accepted you. You need to show them you are a ruler and make the fear you."

Tears welled my eyes. His words were more of a farewell than a speech. I could see my father was not going to make it for so long.

" Is there nothing that we can do?" I asked sniffling

" Stage four cancer, Dan. There is nothing the doctors can do now." Donald replied

The room went into silent.

" What do I do to make any of this better, Father?" I asked.

Donald smiled.

" Get me my cigar." he said slowly.

I was a bit taken back. Donald has never asked me if anything. I slowly stood up and went over to the centre table. I grabbed the cigar and gave it to him.

I watched as he lit it up and puff out the smoke. He looked more of a mafia boss than an actual gentle man.

" Make the Sinclair pay for everything, Dan. If you need any help, you can ask my personal assistant. He knows everything. Don't worry, I am with you even after my death."

I stood up and walked over to my father and hugged him. It was more of a parting hug than an actual one.

He had not only given me his last name but he has added power, fame and money to it.

" Good night, Son." he said slowly getting up.

As I watched him walk away, my phone rang.

Incoming call ; Lauren

" Talk to me Lauren. What do they say?" I asked with the phone glued to my ears.

" They are not only going to give us the contract but they are going to make the person who duplicated the contract pay." Lauren replied

I felt shocked.

" Someone forge the contract?" I asked

" Yes."

I don't need to be told. I could guess who did. " Thank you Lauren. Report to me as early as possible tomorrow. We are paying the Sinclair's a visit." I said with a wide grin.