RISEN FROM THE ASHES: GOD OF CHAOS

CHAPTER THREE

Harvey Wilson pulled over the BMW at a cafe with an exhausted look on his face. He had barely arrived in Manhattan a couple of minutes ago, and he was already tired. The long trip had taken a toll on him, but he we determined to find Bianca’s son.  She was in the hospital, and the doctor told him that she didn’t have much longer left. It seemed she had known this all along and had refused to tell him, but that wasn’t going to be an excuse to him. He was going to make sure that he found her son before it was too late.  

He sat in the car with a picture of Flynn Grayson in his hand. He’d found out he was working here. That looked somewhat embarrassing, because he’d been married to a nice, wealthy family a couple of months ago. He’d seen his divorce, and his life had taken a huge plunge. But it was time to bring him home. And that was what he was going to do. 

With that, he stepped out of the car and headed into the cafe. His eyes caught Flynn as he was serving a customer. He was a barista here. He had been for the last three weeks. Seeing a man in his late twenties working in a place like this was terrible. He deserved more. And he was going to get that. 

Flynn walked up to him as he took a seat at the table by the window. His green eyes took him by surprise; they looked exactly like Bianca’s, and so was his jet-black hair, which was damp from the tedious work he’d done today. 

“Good afternoon, sir. What can I get for you?” He asked politely as he held a notepad. 

“I’ve been looking for you, Kace,” he said. “I’m happy that I’ve found you.”

Flynn stared at him with a brow cranked up. He thought the man had lost his mind, but still decided to be polite. 

“Excuse me?” He asked. 

“You’re Fiynn Grayson, right?” Harvey asked, holding out his picture to him. 

Flynn’s eyes widened as he saw the picture, and his military training kicked in. He took a step backwards, and his brows furrowed immediately as he scanned the man. He had salt and pepper hair with silver eyes that lit up in the golden sunlight that washed into the cafe. He had a British accent, which made him more suspicious. So did his calm demeanor. 

“How do you know who I am? And where did you get that picture from?” Flynn demanded silently, not wanting to cause a scene so easily. 

“Relax, Flynn. I know you’re an ex-military veteran,” he said. “I don’t know why you were kicked out, but I know you didn’t have anything to do with it.”

“Even my ex-wife didn’t know about that,” Flynn said, still watching Harvey tentatively. “And so I ask again. Who are you?”

Harvey sighed and dropped the picture on the desk. 

“My name is Harvey Wilson. And I’ve been looking for you,” he introduced. “No. I’ve been sent by your mom to look for you.”

Flynn almost burst out laughing. There was no way this man was serious. If he knew he was an ex-military veteran, as he’d said, then he would know that those lies wouldn’t work on him. 

“My mom? My adopted parents died in a car crash when I was nineteen,” he said. “Take this joke somewhere else before I call the cops.”

Flynn turned to leave, and Harvey intended to grab him by the shoulder, but Flynn moved in a flash. Before Harvey could process what was happening, he could feel an iron grip on his hand. It was Flynn’s. His green eyes were blazing with rage, and his brows were almost kissing at his forehead. 

“Very impressive,” Harvey said, barely hiding his amusement. “Not among people can move faster than me.”

“Get out of here before I call the cops,” he reiterated. 

Harvey sighed. 

“Just listen to me, Kace. Your mother is dying and she needs to see you soon,” he said. “The doctor said she doesn’t have much time left.”

“Get your sad bullshit story, and get the hell out of my cafe,” he said before letting go of his arm and walking off. 

Harvey rubbed his forehead. He should have known that this would be tougher than he imagined. He should leave, but Bianca was counting on him. And he wasn’t going to leave until he got this man’s attention. 

But staying here would cause a ruckus, and he wasn’t up for it. And so, he rose from the table and left the restaurant. 

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It was already 10 pm by the time Flynn was let off from work. He was exhausted, and every bone in his body ached. All he needed was a warm bath and a good night's rest. As he left the restaurant, he caught a black BMW parked all alone in the lot, which made him suspicious. 

Then, a figure stepped out of the car, and he recognized Harvey from earlier today. 

“Didn’t I tell you to stop following me, old man?” He asked, barely hiding his irritation. 

“I’m sorry, Kace. But please, you need to believe me. We don’t have much time left,” Harvey said. 

“My name is Flynn Grayson, goddamnit!” He barked, his voice echoing through the lot. 

“Your name is Kace Cameron, and you’re the heir to the Cameron family’s property. Come with me and I will show you,” Harvey said. 

Flynn glared at the man, wondering if he should go with him or knock him out here. He could see it in Harvey’s eyes that he wouldn’t give up. And he had waited all day for him. His eyes dated to the BMW, and from the parts, he could tell that it was brand new. This man was bluffing. 

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Fine. But you’re buying me dinner.”